Day 307: Cusco, Peru
Working at the hostel bar I’ve spent hours listening to the same conversations.
Many times they are where you from? how long have you been traveling? when will it stop raining in Cusco?
but then inevitably veer toward talking about Machu Picchu – the reason everyone is here.
You see most people fall into one of two camps:
1) They bought a tour in their home country and realized they paid 5 times what they could have paid here
2) They haven’t bought their ticket yet and are determined to find the best tour company for the best price
And while you may feel sorry for the first group I actually feel sorry for the second.
They become these anxiety-ridden, bridezilla-like travelers who think that Machu Picchu has to be a life changing experience and they must avoid any and all disappointments.
I have eavesdropped on so many anxious and frantic conversations between couples and friends who cannot agree on what tour company to go with and if they should continue comparison shopping.
Should they do the Lares Trail the Salkanay Trail, should they just take the train – what is the best way? Bitching…fighting…bickering…bullying…
This is madness.
Yes I’ve seen the photos.
I know it’s one of the new wonders of the modern world.
If it rains, if they don´t make it up Wayna Picchu the trip will be ruined. How will Incan ruins ever live up to their expectations?
These people need to chill out.
I don´t know, am I the only one who doesn´t see what the big fuss is about?