Day 308: Cusco, Peru
You know what I discovered:
It rains. A lot. Every day.
I’m not sure why I’m surprised, I know this is rainy season, people warned me to get to Cusco sooner.
I didn’t understand that every day would be cold, wet and miserable. That I would wake up to grey skies and fall asleep to rainfall.
So I made the big decision.
I’m not hiking to Machu Picchu.
If I could somehow summon the resilience of great adventure travelers I would see it as a challenge and push my way through it.
But I know myself. After one day of walking in the rain I would be cold, wet and miserable. More importantly I would be miserable to be with.
My kind of adventure is trying all the Peru fruit at the market or learning to make new Peruvian drinks at the hostel bar.
There are times it’s important to push your limits, to test your inner strength.
This is not one of them for me.
I’m taking the train. It’s still an adventure, after all Anthony Bourdain did it.
So don’t hate me because I’m not doing the route everyone thinks you should do.
I’m doing what’s right for me.