I was only going to spend a few days, but ended up in Huánuco at Midori’s place – where she lives with her parents Arturo and Fanny – for 10 nights! The amount of amazing kindness they showed me was phenomenal. I got treated with a variety of Peruvian remedies, from a poultice of avocado seed mixed with arnica and salt, to a massage in chicken fat. There was talk of using a dead frog, but that turned out to be only for those who had broken bones so my Xray saved me. I was healing, and using my cycling sandals which give much more support, until one day we went out to wander around town and eat ceviche. I decided to wear my flip-flops instead. Terrible idea. I felt my foot go again.
From that day on, Fanny was rather insistent that I should do little more than lay in bed and go downstairs when I was told that breakfast, lunch and dinner were ready. I used my time to study French, but it was incredibly frustrating to not be able to go and do any sightseeing other than a couple of short visits, to a birthday party and a couple of nights out. But on the other hand, I couldn’t go to the ruins that were only 5km away.
Midori and family were amazing, and even after 10 days were telling me to stay longer. But, with the looming-deadline of my plane, I would have to take another bus.