I've been really excited about getting home and seeing Stuart, my family and fatty bum bum (that's Stuart's nick name for Shiloh) but I've equally been nervous about coming home to the chaos of home, the prospect of finding a suitable part time job and still fighting the court case.
The last few days in Lima have been great. The Raddison Miraflores is a lovely hotel.
Check in was a bit difficult as they were trying to move me from rooms on the second night but I managed to get it sorted.
The room was great and having a bath was incredible. I actually had two baths a day whilst I was there.
The Friday night I went out for dinner with Maria. A lovely kiwi girl who I have an awful lot in common with, it's sad really.
The last group was a bit of a nightmare. Most people were nice except for three people whom the group (not me actually!) nicknamed Tazar 1, 2 and 3 (Tazar 3 was formally known as something different by my Dad but I'll keep quiet).
I've meet some incredible people whilst travelling, this includes other travellers as well as locals but you can't get along with everyone and although these people were rather unpleasant, it didn't spoil my travels.
After Maria left on Saturday morning, I had two full days to myself. I decided to be pampered, I found a great walk in salon and finally lost my hairy second layer, in my defence it helped with the - 10 degrees on the Inca Trail.
I decided to have my hair highlighted. With my trusty friend "Google translator", I wrote I wanted half a head of highlights (destaca media cabeza).
Half way through when my hair was white, I though "Oh darn it, I've messed up" (ok perhaps something slightly stronger) but thankfully it all worked out ok. Although her blow drying skills were questionable, flicking out hair.... Really!
The shopping in Lima was brilliant! There's some fantastic shops that sell designer brands at great prices, I may have gone slightly overboard.
Packing was fine, I somehow managed to squeeze everything into my big back pack, my day pack and then tie them together and put as my hold luggage. Getting it the other end shall we interesting... Good luck Stu!
I think the altitude has caused havoc with numerous things, I mean my luggage has swollen by 8kg. I also hold the altitude responsible for my appalling pole dancing.
Honestly when I went out for dinner with Maria and Ben, I felt fine. I mean the four bottles of wine between us had no affect, it's the darn altitude.
I can now sympathise with men with 'performance issues'. I was not impressed with my lack of poke dancing ability, neither was the hotel security guard by the look on his face.
Although the last group of people were different, Peru was still an incredible experience.
After the Inca trail, we went to Puno and Lake Titicaca was wonderful. The floating islands of Uno were very interesting.
The locals made these islands from the reefs and have to change them every few months.
Our home stay was also 'interesting'. Thankfully one of the girls was studying to become a tour guide so spoke a little English.
I gave them some things I did not need anymore like hair spray, water shoes, old purse and a fleece. They were so happy.
It truly shows it's the little things in life, that give the greatest pleasures.
I think that's the main point I'll take away with me from travelling. I am so thankful for all that I have.
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