I’m getting a bit bored of writing. I’ve got some
letters and haven’t even posted them yet and maybe I
won’t, there’s about three of them now. I’m
not sure if I can afford to post them anyway, it’s 8
sols a letter so that’s 24 sols and a bit too much for
me at the moment. I cannot believe the last two weeks. At some
point over the last 14 days something clicked into place and
as I walked around everything seemed different. Not in a physical
way, they just appeared slightly more normal I suppose. I sat
in the plaza and lounged around, looking at and watching the
new arrivals un cuzco from Bolivia and chile probably. Mostly
Europeans and other latin Americans. I Can’t understand
the size of some of the backpacks that some people carry. It
seems ridiculous that some people have to carry around so much
useless stuff. The Israelis are the worst and carry massive
rucksacks everywhere they go. I met a lot of them in Bolivia,
most if not all of them have just got out of Israeli national
service and head straight to south America or India, usually
in large groups. They stick together a lot and make a lot of
noise. There were loads of Israelis here when I arrived and
were for a couple of weeks, but most of them left to go to
brazil for the carnival or chile or somewhere and theres only
a handful of them left now which is good. There were loads
of Argentinians here when I first arrived aswell and this hostel
was full of them, they also left not long after and the town
was relatively free of any Argies for a while but over the
last week or two loads more have turned up and there’s
a lot of them in cuzco right now.
Have only got 12-13 days left in Peru before I have to head
back to La Paz in time for my flight on the 4th. I’ll
probably end up stopping here for that time and going back
to La Paz at the last minute; although I could do with spending
at least 3-4 days in Bolivia before I fly out again. That will
be three months since I arrived there, it’s all gone
quickly and so much has happened; when I’m on the pane
and finally on my way home it will be really weird I know;
knowing that I’m, on my way to London England after three
months of Latin American hospitality. It’s always a bit
strange when your flying back to your home country after a
holiday of three or four months. After that time you get really
used to a place and it then becomes normal and natural. The
currency, food , dress, language and ways of life. When you’ve
become accustomed to all that and enjoy it all , it seems dead
weird to leave all this and go back to your own country where
everything there then seems odd to you. You know what to do
and where to go and all that, but you can feel like a complete
stranger in your own country and you have to get used to doing
things different again.
