Post-script

It´s 6.15am, freezing cold, I´ve been awake (though violently sick) for the last 45 minutes, and our taxi arrives in 15 minutes to take us to the airport and consequently Cusco.  But perhaps not Machu Picchu after all.  I´ve been up all night frantically trying to find a way to visit the historic site, now that the Peruvian Government has decided to limit tickets for this week only.  Coinciding with Peruvian Independence Day means that this week is also fully booked for trains and flights on alternative days, meaning that, even if we do manage to find ourselves a ticket, we may not actually be able to get to the ancient wonder – or home.

The crisis first emerged when we got a text from Chris last night, letting us know that he´s stranded in Cusco and unable to get to Machu Picchu before he has to return home.  Apparently, a horde of disgruntled tourists, united in their frustration about not being informed of these sudden visit limitations, have begun a protest in Cusco against the regulations.  Perhaps I´ll be joining them in a few hours, adding ´Civil Disobedience´to my list of misadventures on this trip – or perhaps I´ll be in the first bar I find in Cusco, moaning about a little she-devil called Karma to anyone and everyone forced to listen to me.

Just joking – that´s highly unlikely, given my current circumstances.  I just vomited, again.