Needless to say, I was pretty happy I was to be back in Cusco, well-rested, armed with altitude medication, and seeing a familiar face in Helen, a friend from back home whose trip to Peru happened to overlap with mine. Helen got behind the viewfinder and we pounced on the moment when the flags were unfurled and blowing in the wind!
As day becomes night the restaurants around the plaza fire up their rotisseries to make everyone’s favourite dinner, Pollo a la Brasa (charcoal chicken). In Australia, this might be the type of meal you get when you can’t be bothered to cook on a Friday evening but in Peru, it’s revered.
When I arrived to Cusco, I felt like like my head was disconnected from my body. I hadn’t had a proper rest since arriving in Peru six days earlier… Even still, it was impossible to overlook the beauty of this sunny city in the sky
I pushed myself to get to the top as quick as I could – just a little bit of altitude training to continue my rehab for my knee, right? Big mistake. I was fine on the way up but felt dreadful as I sat and waited for my friend at the top. The trek back was really tough and I basically passed when I got into the bus.
I love this idea of investigating my surroundings, just for the sake of it. However, in deambulando (meandering) around cities like Huaraz in Peru, I was reminded of my privilege, of the security that enables me to enjoy this pastime in Australia.
On 20 August, I left for a short 3 week holiday to Peru, newly-acquired Ricoh Panorama Zoom in hand. For the next little bit, I will play travel photo blogger and take you through my most recent roll of film.