Part 1
The jar of Pisco Sour was a better idea than the four glasses we requested. I sat in peace, wiping tears from my face with one hand.
Ironically, the nine day excursion to the Andes had similar beginnings. The night before departure, I bawled in front of friends. It was something I previously promised to stop for the purpose of consideration. Then, I threw up liquid because alcohol had been my only consistent meal.
We arrived in Cusco the morning of August 9th. The one hour flight rendered an additional hour of sleep, totaling three at most. We must have looked especially tired for the guy at the Hostel to think his $700 per person tour package was a modest and tempting amount. That same morning, we slept like drunk and high babies.
The altitude became a problem immediately upon rising. So I walked to the nearest pharmacy for Soroche pills, leaving David behind in a prostrate position. On the way to the Hostel, I stopped at a cafe to have the best sandwich of my life( this same impression of divinity would repeat through out the trip)
Prudent travelers know the first days in Cusco are meant for sleeping. We don't necessarily exercise prudence. The second night, we were drinking again, believing we were made from steel.
Favorite drinks: Pisco Sours, Pilsen, Coca Sours, Cuba Libres, Pot.
