3 Days of Machu Picchu (Part 1)

So to recount what has taken place over the last few days is going to be a long story. As I left off, Candice and I had booked a 3 day adventure at the Loki hostel where we were staying.

A picture of Candice walking up the stairs to the Loki hostel on arrival in Cusco.

The next morning we were to be getting up at 630 am in order to be picked up from the operating company at 8am. Turns out that Candice got sick during the night. Her stomach was uneasy and she was puking throughout the night. We were sharing a dorm room with two girls named Brit and Cathrine who were absolutely wonderful in helping us to find a doctor and who later turned out to be our spanish translators. Cathrine is an English girl our age who has been in Peru for a couple months doing volunteer work in a hospital. She knew someone to call and quickly had an English speaking doctor on their way over to the hostel to diagnose Candice.

While all that was going on, Brit and I worked on trying to get a refund for the tour we had all booked. We waited for our guide to show up at 8 and tried to figure out what we were to do considering it was evident that Candice would not be able to go. The doctor diagnosed her with gastric enteritis, a bacterial intestinal infection treatable with oral antibiotics.

There was a bit of confusion with the tour guide, but we finally arrived at the acceptance that we would not get a refund at all for anything, Catherine would stay behind with Candice to be picked up the next morning for Aguas Calientes, while Brit and I would head out on the biking and hiking tour to Aguas Calientes.

How great were our new friends who had only known us for 24 hours and yet so willing to act as such a team.

So I split off from Candice and on I went...