I’d had a couple of loo visits during the night, and wasn’t feeling great when the day started. I got about 10km, before stopping for over an hour for a breakfast of omelette and coca tea which I hoped would give me the energy I needed to get to Cusco. About 10km of exhausted pedalling later, I stopped by a speed bump, stuck my thumb out and was picked up by the first truck that came past. He helped me put the bike in the back, I could barely lift it, and then told me to come and sit up front. I did so, spoke for about 5 minutes, and then passed out. I woke up a few times to him blasting his horn, and arguing with a policeman at a control point saying that he had a very sick gringo in his truck so did they really need to do a check this time. The horn blasting got especially impressive in the standing traffic of Cusco, when it really had no way of doing anything.
The guy dropped me off near the centre, helped me get my bike out, and then asked if I had any money. In my state I thought he was offering, so I assured him that I had some and would be OK. That’s when he asked for 10 soles, $3.30. It was surprising, but I was too dazed to do much and just paid up. I found a local place to sit down for half-an-hour, as I worked out what needed to be done. I decided that I’d go to the nearby bus terminal to pick up the 7kg package of things that I’d taken from my bags and left with Geovanni in Juliaca so he could send them on to Cusco. Then about 8km out of town to the house of Antonino, my CS host. The first 7km went well, until I turned off the main road and got to push for over 1km up a hill that never seemed to end until I finally got to Antonino’s. There I was welcomed in, explained that I was feeling crap, and went to lie down. That was at 13:30. 3 hours later, I stirred, had a shower, and went back to bed sleeping pretty solidly until 6am. I didn’t actually take any pictures the whole day, the cathedral is from the next day, but I needed at least one!