New Day New Hostal

After packing the three of us take a taxi to our new hostal, and its dedinitely apparent you get what you pay for. The whole atmoshere and feel of this place makes me feel like im back at home. There are a lot of English here and a decent party atmosphere, and after being in coldittz for the past few days i feel a lot happier. The hostal even allow us to get breakfast even though its not paid for for today. Ive really missed having milk in my coffe and here the milk is even warm. I speak with Mark and agree that we should stay here till i do the Macchu Pichu trek on the 7th. In reception we can only book for today and tomorrow as Sunday is fully booked, so once again we will have to find another place to stay. We make that our first misiion and after a bit of hunting around we eventually find a place and after a bit of bartaring we get a double room for the same price as 2 hostel beds and book for a week. I am so looking forward to just settling down without the morning checkout and lugging our bags from one place to another. Now thats booked im on a mission to try and claim back Marks Inca Trail. The insurance have stipulated that we have to have booked the trip before we left home, which we did but when we arrived in Rio the tour company cancelled and we had to book through a different company. We go to the tour agency to see if they can give us an invoice from our original tour date, but they are unable to so it looks like were going to lose that money. Its so frustrating as you take out insurance exactly for this reason and yet when it comes to it your not covered. Grrr. The idea of actually doing the trek on my own is not great either but i feel that i should, so we cancel Marks and i stay booked in. A lot of people have been saying how hard it is , and though you think you have become acclimatised there are still days where its hits you on the back of the head and you struggle for breath. Back to the hostel and Sofie and Olivia will leave tomorrow for their trek, I am honestly going to miss them when theyre gone, they have brought an amazing different aspect to our journey over the past few weeks and I am trully grateful for their support while Mark has been in hospital.
Mark and I spend a few hours just walking round the city and taking it easy, I think Mark is so glad to be out in the fresh air, but i dont want him doing too much .... you know what hes like ! I sak him what he fancies to eat and he says blue cheese????? but if thats what he wants . we walk along the restaurants and i spot a menu with steak and gorgonzola cheese on. We go in and when he orders, he orders something totally different , im really perplexed as the only reason we have come here is for the blue cheese and when i say this to him he says gorgonzola isnt blue cheese... for gods sake were in Peru is he expecting to find fine English stilton? I get a bit grumpy and even though its something so menial i think its just the pressure and tension of the past few days. As we leave i treat myself to a starbucks and a Caramel Macchiato always puts a different spin on things. We walk back to the hostal enjoying this beautiful city lit up in an almost spiritual way , it has such a calming influence. An hour spent in the bar area as its the only place you can get wifi and we retire to bedLäs mer