This is my life now

I arrived in Urubamba today. I flew all the way from Amsterdam to Lima on monday, which took about 12 hours, and then from Lima on to Cusco really bloody early this morning. So lets go through it chronologically. First I should tell you about the day before I left. It was a hectic day, but also a great day. I spent the morning organising myself and making sure I was ready to go. Then in the afternoon Sally had made the most amazing high tea. She made scones and quiche and brownies and sandwhiches and flapjacks. They were all amazing. Poor Jessica had been whipping up the soy cream (even though soy cream usually cannot be whipped up), they got the special kind that does whip up, but it took a long long time. So THANK YOU to Jessica and Sally for making a wonderful goodbye tea, it was just what I needed. It is a little like having two mums when Sally is around. It gets annoying when they both worry about you too much, but it is also nice because they both love you so much, and I love them too. Anyhow, so at night me and my brother decieded to have a beer together. Unfortunately all we had was a big bottle of la chouffe and a bunch of stouts. Of course you cannot open a big bottle of la chouffe and then not finish it because it will go flat. So we finished it, and some stout for good measure. By this point we had gotten way too giggly and spent the rest of the time watching stupid Youtube videos (classics like the Llama song, llamas with hats, and Shrimp glockenspiel, yes that kind of stupid). The plane ride into Lima from Amsterdam was quite nice. Not too much turbulence, nice and smooth. I spent most of time watching movies, back to back, about a million of them. I had a seat right behind the bathrooms, so there was extra legroom. So it was good because of the extra leg room, but bad for several other reasons: 1. it started to smell about 8 hours in 2. people kept coming by to stretch right in front of me (and some people you just do not need to see stretch) 3. Everyone was waiting for the bathrooms right around my chair 4. They kept grabbing at my screen. Can you imagine finally having managed to ignore all the people and being really into your movie when suddenly SOMEONE GRABS YOUR TOUCHSCREEN. Movie rewinds, movie pauses, movie just stops playing altogether ... bloody annoying... but then again EXTRA LEGROOM. For a girl on a 12 hour flight who usually travels with her knees somewhere around her ears,

extra legroom makes up for a lot of things, even stupid screen grabbing old ladies. I suppose when you cram 300 people onto a plane, you are bound to run into some annoyances along the way. Also a funny thing: if you cram 300 people on a plane, they can all spy on each other. The guy across the isle from me was marathoning his way through all the comedy movies that the in flight entertainment could provide. The guy next to me was watching all the old kung fu style movies he could find. I suppose all they saw on my screen were people kissing, all the time, as I was marathoning my way through the drama and romance section.
Landed in Lima on monday around 18:00, I was exhausted, the cab driver spoke only spanish (but luckily he was from the hotel so he knew where to go), and I had managed to pick a hotel that was super far away from the airport. I could lie and say I did that on purpose so I could see some of Lima from the cab, but really I just picked the top one in the list of hotels that the organisation recommended. Happy coincidence is that I did see some of Lima. It is busy, and loud, people honk the horn on their cars a lot, they seem to have never heard of lanes, or what they are for. When we were driving to the hotel I thought to myself: Where does everyone live? All I could see were office buildings, shops, restaurants, and cafes. Then we took a right turn and suddenly we were in the middle of a residential area. The buildings are square, like little boxes stacked on top of one another. The few things that I did recognise were american fast food chains. KFC, McDonalds, Dunkin Donuts, etc. O and a Makro for some reason. I suppose all small business owners need their supplies from somewhere. The guy who runs the hotel in Lima was super nice. The hotel was actually a residential building, except they put locks on the doors of the rooms and called it a hotel. Anyway, the guy spoke perfect english and was super sweet about everything, he even woke me up on time (this time being 2:15 in the morning). I made ample use of my jetlag and slept at 20:00. So this morning at the ungodly hour of 03:00 (when everyone should either be asleep or drunk) I treated myself to coffee and apple pie at the airport. I arrived at Cusco around 6:30 where a very nice man from the organisation picked me up. So I'll be having dinner soon, I'll hopefully be able to write a little more tomorrow (apparently everyone here is going on strike, so I won't be teaching until Friday). Also I totally forgot to take picture today so it's just boring text.