Cuzco

Coca tea is the bomb. The taste is like watered down dirt. I try not to smell it as I drink it. Otherwise, this is just what the doctor ordered. No headaches and I´ve spent the last four hours walking everywhere without labored breathing. I´m exhausted. I´m having a bad hair day and I have a feeling that the sunscreen I slathered on my face around three-thirty this morning probably wore off before my arrival in Cuzco at noon.


Otherwise, the solo part of this day has been great. I ate at a really delicious vegetarian restaurant but broke a cardinal rule by having a large salad. I walked around the town which is slightly dilapidated (the city planners set it up during the Inca reign and the the Spaniards did a Catholic number on it.)


It´s gorgeous and ridiculously packed with tourists. Scary crowded. A lot of backpackers headed for the Inca Trail. A lot of hippie artist types and a world of nationalities all here to make their way to Machu Pichu.


One more cup of coca tea to make it until 8 o´clock, at which point I hope to sleep for at least eight hours.

Is happy.