So what did you all do for Halloween? I spent mine on a 10 hour bus ride sitting next to a middle aged man named Javier that smelled like butt and tried to convince me to share a blanket with him. For the first time ever I didnt sleep much on the bus and spent most of the 10 hours convinced that the breaks were malfunctioning. In addition, I lost my hat on the bus, and we arrived early, at 4:30 in the morning. Since it was so early, I was suffereing from slight altitude sickness and I was in a bus station I didnt know, I found a group of women (these types are at every bus station) trying to find tourists to go to their hostels and chose the one closest to the plaza de armas. Weeeelll turns out its not as close as I thought, I was waaaay overcharged in the cab and welll ya thats it. The other news is that I have no idea where my friends are. Hopefully I will find them tomorrow.
Ok enough feeling sorry for myself. Seems to be the theme of my last few posts. All I can say is travelling by yourself is not as fun as having another person. Last time I was here I had both my brothers. That was much more fun despite Jeremy refusing to believe that I had altitude sickness and eating a whole cuy right in front of me. Even going to the bathroom becomes an issue. When there is noone to watch your pack you just cant go. Also its easier to motivate yourself to be productive with others around. Right now I cant decide whether to do some site seeing or just get acclimated to this ungodly height. Would be nice to have a second opinion but oh well.
OK NOW really enough feeling sorry for myself. I still have half of 100 years of solitude (quite fitting title for the occasion) to read in my room.
ok peace out
Nicole
3 comments:
You don't have altitude sickness, quit faking....just kidding
and if you recall I came nowhere close to eating that whole cuy and it made me sick for days. thanks for the memory.
you found me! I thought I told you about my blog...but Jamal and I are in Seattle! It's soo different...and I've been here almost two weeks!
Sorry I missed you online. I do have a wonderful story. I went to an awesome haunted house in Sacramento. Waiting in line to enter the house I was telling a wonderful story about grapes feeling like eyeballs. As i was telling the story i accidently stepped on someone's shoe, and as I turned to apologize to the person,(thinking it was just a person in front of me who also was waiting in line) I realized that a "goblin" was 1 inch, no joke, from my face. Needless to say I screamed and ran away lol. So i was one of those, the people who EVERYONE ELSE KNOWS is about to scream and they all are just waiting and watching then takes ultimate pleasure in your pure fear...yeah i was beat red of embarrassment.
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