Part 1: Qusqu, Qosqo, Cusco! ~ My 25 days in the capital of the Incas.

Week 1

 

It was a Thursday morning when I finally said adios to the “Strangest, saddest city” and headed south east to Cusco, the capital city of the legendary Incas. The plane ride was pretty bumpy, but I  was too dosed up on diazipan to give a damn!

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When we eventually touched ground I was immediately curious to see how being at a high altitude would affect me. If you didn’t already know, Cusco is around 3,400m above sea level – mild symptoms of altitude sickness can start at just 2200m, and there is no way of predicting how bad you’ll be hit as it has little to do with your fitness level, sex, or age. At first I didn’t really notice much of a difference, but I did feel a bit spaced out waiting for my airport pick-up to arrive. It wasn’t until I tried to climb 4 flights of stairs that the level oxygen in the air felt noticeably low.
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