I am starting to get used to early starts, and was up at 4 today, for a 5am cab. Checked out of El Albergue and despite being kind enough to make me breakfast to go, I ended up with ham, not jam, as I had asked for. Probably a language barrier. The OJ was nice nonetheless.
My driver, the same guy from Cusco Transport that picked me up, was on time and pleasant as ever. The journey began to Cusco bus station and I watched in awe as the sun rose above the mountains.
Today is the day I left the UK for a few years. I hate goodbyes. Missing people is one of the worst parts about travelling.
Before too long, I was £8 lighter and on my way to the adventure of a lifetime. I got swept up in the usual hordes of miserable folks on the underground, but it was fresh faced excitement for me. I nipped up around Leicester Square area and stumbled upon the ‘7 dials’ festival. It was good to see so many attendees, and I stayed to watch Ian Stone, a comedian I like. There was another famous guy hosting, but I’ve no clue who he is.
