(Llactapata Mirador - Hydroelectric waterfalls, Mandor Hiram Binghams Farm - Aguas Calientas Hotel, 14km, 2,000m altitude)
It was long day. Cloudy morning. We reached Aguas Calientas by 3pm or so.
Internet makes people occupied. (Sarah Facetimed that night, Andrea had issues with her money bag, Facetimed dog...). People were also busy with phones during dinner or before. Can't remember now.
I didn't think much of the day or path leading up to Aguas Calientas. It was next to the train track, all after lunch. It just kept going and going. Outside it said many diverse species of birds etc. But all I saw were people and people and people. I kept saying, I'm scared to return etc. I see people! :) My usual issues with adjusting back.
People were mostly from South America I think. Some with very interesting, beautiful faces, features. It was interesting that way.
Dr. M and I even stopped at a coffee shop and had coffee!
Went shopping with Andrea in the evening. She was racing up and down. I liked to loiter and stroll! :)
I got stuff from a lady who had two children. Something. I just stayed. She patiently got one dress for size. Bought most things from that one shop. Andrea was looking for a bag.
Earlier, Sarah told me how her grandpa moved from Wisconsin to Alaska. She lives in Anchorage. German-Swedish descent. How her family organizes reunions every 2 or 4 years (I forget now). Where everyone wears a label etc. She finished studying at nursing school. In Alaska, PAs are docs, she said.
Evening at dinner I had pisco sour again (not required). By this dinner, everyone's minds were already dissipated. We were in the city-like, touristy atmosphere again. Andrea had said, it's okay to be like tourists ("Why not be a tourist sometimes?"). I want to take pics and do that stuff. True. It's fine too.
At one point, I was continuously walking on those side wooden things of the rail track. It became a bridge. I just kept going. Then after about a fourth complete, I realized I was in the middle of this trail track with nothing but water underneath. I had balance alright but then one slip in the middle and I could go down. That's when fear crept in. I saw there was actually a walk-way on the side of the bridge that I hadn't even seen. Then I walked back. It was interesting to see how fear shapes our behavior. Until I had fear, I just simply walked. Then I became ultra careful and it was more difficult.
I think it might've been this day. Dr. M had a really tough time in the descent. The path was slushy with rain. Feet sinking in all the time. He was annoyed saying why is it so. He was also worried about not falling or hurting himself and that he had so much work on monday and patients. The stress caused him to sweat. I tried my best to distract him. I was happy I was able to take his bag, share how to do, be useful, and my body was wonderful - no pains, it just was so comfortable. Also descending - the way to do it - like cycling - the mind had become one with it. It became more natural.
We tipped the porters and chef etc. in the evening. This thing of tipping kept surfacing in conversations. That was that anyways.
It was long day. Cloudy morning. We reached Aguas Calientas by 3pm or so.
Internet makes people occupied. (Sarah Facetimed that night, Andrea had issues with her money bag, Facetimed dog...). People were also busy with phones during dinner or before. Can't remember now.
I didn't think much of the day or path leading up to Aguas Calientas. It was next to the train track, all after lunch. It just kept going and going. Outside it said many diverse species of birds etc. But all I saw were people and people and people. I kept saying, I'm scared to return etc. I see people! :) My usual issues with adjusting back.
People were mostly from South America I think. Some with very interesting, beautiful faces, features. It was interesting that way.
Dr. M and I even stopped at a coffee shop and had coffee!
Went shopping with Andrea in the evening. She was racing up and down. I liked to loiter and stroll! :)
I got stuff from a lady who had two children. Something. I just stayed. She patiently got one dress for size. Bought most things from that one shop. Andrea was looking for a bag.
Earlier, Sarah told me how her grandpa moved from Wisconsin to Alaska. She lives in Anchorage. German-Swedish descent. How her family organizes reunions every 2 or 4 years (I forget now). Where everyone wears a label etc. She finished studying at nursing school. In Alaska, PAs are docs, she said.
Evening at dinner I had pisco sour again (not required). By this dinner, everyone's minds were already dissipated. We were in the city-like, touristy atmosphere again. Andrea had said, it's okay to be like tourists ("Why not be a tourist sometimes?"). I want to take pics and do that stuff. True. It's fine too.
At one point, I was continuously walking on those side wooden things of the rail track. It became a bridge. I just kept going. Then after about a fourth complete, I realized I was in the middle of this trail track with nothing but water underneath. I had balance alright but then one slip in the middle and I could go down. That's when fear crept in. I saw there was actually a walk-way on the side of the bridge that I hadn't even seen. Then I walked back. It was interesting to see how fear shapes our behavior. Until I had fear, I just simply walked. Then I became ultra careful and it was more difficult.
I think it might've been this day. Dr. M had a really tough time in the descent. The path was slushy with rain. Feet sinking in all the time. He was annoyed saying why is it so. He was also worried about not falling or hurting himself and that he had so much work on monday and patients. The stress caused him to sweat. I tried my best to distract him. I was happy I was able to take his bag, share how to do, be useful, and my body was wonderful - no pains, it just was so comfortable. Also descending - the way to do it - like cycling - the mind had become one with it. It became more natural.
We tipped the porters and chef etc. in the evening. This thing of tipping kept surfacing in conversations. That was that anyways.
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