Being Mr. Kenny

The place we are staying in is called Macchupicchu, not Aguas Calientes, as previously mentioned. This was relayed to me via the back of the ticket into the Macchupicchu ruins. The ticket also went into great detail about the poverty of the place, despite all the farming goes on. It then asked us to help this awful situation, finishing with the instruction to “Consume and purchase in Macchupicchu.” I was disappointed that there was no exclamation mark after it, it’s such a good sentence. I have decided to make it my aim to consume and purchase wherever I go.

Here’s something a bit funny. There’s a small child watching every word I type, he’s just sat down next to me. Hello, small child!

Haha, he went away. Oops, he’s back!

Well, today we actually did Macchupicchu. Got the bus really early in the morning. Someone kept knocking on our door, even when we politely requested that he or she “go away”, so we think that in fact it was the hotel owner, and not Alex being deliberately irritating. Although…

Anyway, Macchupicchu was excellent and blah blah blah. It was interesting, but I’m tourismed out.

Gotten sick of eating in restaurants. Seriously, I order the food, then it comes, and I eat about half of it and then my appetite takes an enormous nose-dive. I really don’t trust the food here, it’s quite amusing.

One thing I have noticed is my enormous capacity for complaining. If I have “found myself” in anyway here, it is this that I have found.

No, Macchupicchu was amazing. It really was. We got there early enough to avoid a lot of tourists (despite our tickets arriving a tad late), and we saw sunrise. Although it had risen loads anyway, just the mountains were blocking them out. So it was more like sunmake-its-way-over-the-mountain. There’s not a lot to say about them, really. Except that I took millions of photos, so you all get to enjoy them when I upload them (when I get back). Gonna make a photo gallery of some descript, so it’ll be quite easy to view.

Alex, who is staunchly anti-tourists (which is quite funny cos what are we?!) has been wearing a white South Africa cap. Which makes him look every inch the American, bus-taking, trinket buying tourist. It’s ironic and I love it.

Speaking of trinkets, they have the most disgusting genitalia-shaped keyrings over here. They’re sick, but funny. Why do they sell them? It’s a complete mystery.

The internet here is utterly useless: it’s slow and very expensive, and I just spent ten minutes trying to recover this post. Argh!

The link to that guy’s blog is in the last post, but you can go to it from here as well.