Whooooooo - high altitude here (c. 3800m). Tried coca leaves, but still felt awful. Sitting on a high stool in the upstairs of a restaurant finally threw me. Felt faint and sick, as if I had the worst hangover ever. Had to sit on a low chair, as if the few inches would help. Recovered after eating soup and taking a Soroche pill. Learnt via Facebook yesterday that Helen had lost her struggle with CF. Have known all Helen's life that her time would be short, and she managed against the odds to have a relatively good innings to reach 31 - better than the expected age span. Still difficult to comprehend though - we had all hoped she would have a lung transplant and have a few good years left. My heart went out to Tony, Doreen, Andy and the rest of the family. Friends and relatives started leaving messages on FB which seemed fitting somehow, and a wonderful confirmation that she was indeed a special young lady who seemed to inspire love and respect from a lot of people. Our breathlessness up here brought home to me how horrible it must have been for Helly, fighting for the next breath.
The Hostal was not anywhere near as good as the reviews suggested and we're in search of a new home as soon as we can. The hotelier sold us tour as soon we arrived. Lesson #1 don't buy things when you're knackered.
Did an impromptu tour of Cuzco on a lovely old tourist train.
Going to the Sacred Valley tomorrow.
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