World Travel, Peru, Waraz, Peru, Huaraz (Pastoruri Tour)
The day of the Pastoruri tour. I got on the bus. Some of us also participated in our hostel, but
we had a friend from Brazil and we were together from the beginning. I live in the United
States and have an American boyfriend, and I am traveling alone to South America. I talked
about this and that, but people got on the bus little by little. Soon it is almost full.
After a while, the bus stood in front of a field. Mountains and plains were spread out in front
of them. In some places there were trees that looked like large flowers. A Peruvian family
stood out. Brothers and sisters wore clothes and bags with BTS written on them. I've been
staring at them with laughter since they saw me. I was so happy that I was Korean. I would be
happy to take pictures together. It's so sunny. The parents, who seemed to be hungry by
themselves, were smiling. Later, the youngest shyly gave me a BTS card that they seemed to
have made.
The bus soon reached its destination. I had to walk from here. I was confident that it was
about an hour, but shortly after that I was short of breath. Even though I had been taking
alpine sickness drugs in advance, it didn't seem to have much effect. It was good because it
was over 5000 meters above sea level. It was fortunate that most were flat. There were many
times when I stopped walking, but I still walked. I was on the good side. A Brazilian friend
didn't know what to do because his face turned yellow. He gave up everything.
Barely reached the glacier. It was a destination. It was the reason I came up here. I wasn't
glacier.
The way back was also as difficult as when it came. There was no such thing as lightness when
descending. Fortunately how to get on the bus again. Back in Waraz, I went shopping for the
next day. It's going to be hard, but hoping you'll be as good as today.
Chicken noodle ate at the rest area.
It wasn't good.
Honest.
It's that big.
