Christchurch to Cusco
10.11.2015 - 12.11.2015
I had grand plans to make full use of the 12hrs between Auckland and Santiago as serious swot time for my Spanish. My vision of stepping off the plane and engaging the first local I saw with fluent conversation were sadly shattered as I managed only forty minutes of lesson time. I did however create a stonking music playlist including some wonderfully nostalgic tracks from Queen.
After collecting our belongings from customs we were greeted by 2, yes 2, concierges bearing our names on their placards. As we are backpacking this trip we decided a 2 vehicle convoy would be much too rock star for us and settled on Maximillian to take us into our hotel. What an eye opener. I was not expecting to see so many slums and 'project block' style dwellings on the drive. The river was littered with, well litter, whole trailer loads dumped down its banks. "You're a long way from home Dorothy" springs to mind. Santiago didn't do a lot for me in the brief time we were there, I felt it had the underlying waft of a place with too many people in too small a spot. Fajita Express did an epic feed of burritos and the most almighty onion rings I have ever set my eyes upon.
We departed Santiago for Lima the next morning, being removed from the plane due to engine fault (thank you LAN for discovering that whilst still on the tarmac) and flew out with a majestic view of the snow capped Andes dominating the skyline. The delay in Lima caused a rush to catch the flight to Cusco, but as soon as our asses hit the seat Jo finally relaxed. No more planes or airports for 3 weeks, let the holiday begin.
This guy didn't see the funny side