Tag Archives: Cuzco

The ultimate Inca Trail packing list for the rainy season

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The ultimate Inca Trail packing list for the rainy season

As you know I like lists, sometimes I write them just for fun. This one, though, is one of the useful ones.

The ultimate multi-sex list: Read the rest of this entry

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How to survive altitude sickness

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How to survive altitude sickness

Altitude sickness can be an incredibly dangerous illness, if you have very severe symptoms this blog is not for you… the hospital is. It can also be very mild, with most people suffering from headaches and shortness of breath. Again this blog is not for you, a paracetamol and a lie down are for you. This blog is for those in-between, the ones with the fevers and the lethargy and the sickness and the, dare I say it, diarrhoea. This is for the people who can’t leave the comfort of their bed/toilet. This blog is for the few of us that really suffer from altitude sickness (again, excluding the afore mentioned seriously ill who MUST go to hospital). Read the rest of this entry

The Inca’s live on…

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The Inca’s live on…

Before we went travelling we weren’t exactly sure what to expect. We did however, know we wanted to tick three things off our list:

1) We wanted to learn as much as possible about each country we visited.

2) We wanted to have fun.

3) We wanted to trek to Machu Picchu.

The first two didn’t need much preparation, but the third required us to book a few months in advance and to have a certain amount of physical ability. We researched the best tour company to go with (inbetween obsessively google imaging the wonder) and one company came out on top – Llama Path. They were the most expensive but we went with them anyway because at that time, we had jobs. Read the rest of this entry

The good, the bad… Cuzco

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The good, the bad… Cuzco

The good…

“Habla Espanol?” The guy behind the bar asked. He clearly wanted to tell me something and I bet it was something funny too because he had a cheeky face on him…

“I can say thank you in Spanish.” He looked disappointed. He also looked like ‘thank you’ and ‘Spanish’ might have been the only words he understood from my reply. He passed me the drinks I’d previously managed to order.

“Gracias” I beamed proudly but the man didn’t look impressed. Clearly me and Gemma were going to have to try harder than this in South America. Read the rest of this entry