The day started with me feeling a bit out of sorts, requiring some
paracetamol, loperamide and acetazolamide (I rarely take meds, so must have
been feeling sorry for myself!) followed by a brief lye down, then a harden up
pill (psychological) and a series of strong coffees (I think these worked).
We had a change in plan today. We had planned to travel to Espinar,
however there has been civil unrest with the area being put into a state of
emergency, and is in lock down. It is an area that very few gringos go to, as it
is off the tourist track, so the chance of us getting caught up was too high so
we missed this and instead backtracked to Juliaca, better to back track for one
day than to spend three months as a hostage, followed by a sticky end (I
exaggerate (probably)). Not much to comment on as we were going back over the
same ground, out of Cusco, up to the Sacred Valley gates, up the fertile valley
with the harvest happening and lunch at the same tourist stop. Up over the pass
and onto the Alta Plano again. We did stop for a break at an interesting little
town with a nice plaza and a very old church. Followed a sign for the Banes
(toilet) and followed the sign to find it was actually into someone’s house. We
gave a tip for the service.
Juliana was described by Geert as a sh$t hole of a place, the worst
city in all of Peru. It seemed OK to me as we came in, just another dirty city
with chaotic traffic and a lot of beeping and whistle blowing police. Found
the hotel eventually and later went to a pretty decent restaurant for a feed.
Harry put himself to bed early and missed dinner, as he is not feeling well now.
Hax, me and now Harry, must have had some bad water somewhere.
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