F U Feddel Castro

Feddel Castro: You don´t know what you´re gettin´, but you´re payin´for it.

Our trip to Machu Piccu was quite the time.

What we singed up for:
Tuesday, leave Cuzco 130, Private car to Ollantaytambo, 4pm catch Inka Rail to the bottom of Machu Piccu. That night we were to stay in the Golden House Hostle
The next morning (wednesday) we were told we were waking up at 4:45 to catch the bus up the mountain just in time to watch the sunrise. Spend 2 hours there guided tour and then have 7 hours free time, walk down and enjoy the hot springs.
The whole trip was ´organized by FEDDEL CASTRO, all set up so we would just smoothly get to Machu Piccu.
(while booking the trip we were shown the brocher for INKA RAIL, beautiful big glass windows, big chairs, free gormet meals, free wine..) Peru Rail was the shittier train that didnt include anything but he assured us that we were getting the nice one for such a good deal.
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What really went down:

Tuesday: Wake up, shower, pack way to much stuff, ready early, eat some pasta, then wait outside the agency for an hour after buying cookies for the ride..... Sarah and I waited for Varity and Emma and then when they came we went to see when we were leaving. Feddel sits us down and informs us that "the front of the train has broken" but he deosnt know how to explain it in english...so we are kind of just confused and dissapointed and he wants to make it up to us by giving us a free hour back ride or something we asked for the more expencive trips instead but he would go for it. None of us want to go hourse back riding again tho so varity just casual offers that he could just buy us drinks or dinner or something. And there we are following 3 men from the agency to the wierd little ´locals´bar that smells like butt and has sheep coats on every bench, a painting of Machu Piccu on the wall and Opps i did it again playing on repeat. They bring out a bunch of peruvian beer and we tell them we dont want that, so we settle on Orange Juice and Vodka. It was about 3pm at this point and the bottles kept coming. It was the most rediculous day. Nuttella, Paintings, Tatoo Parrlers, Copps, Nauchos.....

Wednesday:Feelin´like ass... Back at the agencey ready to go once again... We get a Cab to this wierd little private car yard. Get into our private car, Here you have to SHOTTY NOT GUN and i lost so i got the front. Feddel lets us know we just have to wait 4 minutes for our tickets and then we will be off. 10 minutes go buy and no tickets he insures us that the driver is his uncle and that he will call him with the ticket numbers asap. Without time for question he shooooos us off with UNCLE CASTRO...he staired at my legs while we sped down the windy roads.. just a creepy creepy man, we listend to a mixed tape of insperational peruvian music the whole way. Uncle castros phone rang about 15 times each time he would answer and say ELLO? ELLO? and the service would cut out... still no ticket numbers. We then get to Ollantaytambo and he tells us we have to find our own ticket number by finding a phone and calling Feddel.. I sat by the river as varity attemted spanish arguments and such and then finallythe plan was to wait an hour and a half in this town and then find a TALL MAN NAMED LUI. Just somewhere here we were supposed to pick out a tall man..Meanwhile we set up camp in a little restaurant beside the train station and order the most discusing chocolate milkshakes ive ever had. They tasted like river. We played cards. Emma and Varity see a tall man and go up to him asking if his name is Lui, councidently it is! Not the right one tho.. Turns our Lui is acctually a really SHORT WOMAN NAMED LOUISE.... She has our train tickets...Booked on the shitty train Peru Rail(turns out INKA RAIL was never broken and we still dont know why he lied about that) and for the next day at 9... meaning we wont be making it there that night to stay in the Golden house we have payed for... so now we have to find a different hostel in this weird little town.. Louise trys to help us out, bringing us to a room in a hotel with no electricity just 3 beds and a candle. .. we leave and go find our own.. then go for dinner and the blue puppy.... in bed early ready to leave in the morning.

Thursday: 8 am wake up, Brownies for breakfast and then train meant to depart 3 hours before us has not left yet... we wait around for a while refusing to buy water bottle holders, corn and hiking sticks from locals.. The train was acctauly pretty sweet i got some peach jouce and jammed to the music, beauty views of the riverand mountains. We arive, told prior that we would be meeting a guide when we got off.. we see a lady with a sign that says¨"Aurella Manoli, Emma Laide, Emma Shecd" we´ll roll with it.. We payed the student price for Machu Piccu and none of us had valed student cards so we had pay an extra 70 soles each.. after a bunch of phone calls and confussion we were finally on the Bus ready to head up the mountain. Cool kids at the back of the bus, I sat bu the window. The driver SPEDD around swistey roads alond the clifs looking down out the winder i was just kind of waiting for us to tip off the side.
When we finally got up there it was all worth the hassle, acctually breath taking, a combination of the lack of oxygen and the sights. There were Lammas roaming around and the lost city of inkas was amazing all the rock buildings and mountains..saw soem rabits and flowers. The clouds would move up and down at osme points blocking our view of everyting but still magic.
We only got to spend about 2 hours there when promised 9.. at that point, after using the washroom where they also sold jewlery, we started our decent... about a 2 hour walk down on uneaven stairs i turned it into about an hour because i put in my ipod and just gave er.. my legs were trmbleing bad when i got to the bottom the whole walk was through jungle sceanery, rain and sweat soaked us all. At the bottom we were starved and we get atacked by 8 different restairant hoastes shoving their menus in our faces, so overwelming so we pick this little shit place that didnt really advertise that hard.....should have taken that as a sign. We all orded just terrible meals i went with a little pizza thinking it would be hard to go wrong with but no they first burned the ntire thing and then had to start again.. varity and emma sent back their meanls but i was litterly too hungry to stop as much as i hated it. so i payed for the over priced undersized nasty pizza. Unsatisfied we left to find a fax machine in another restaurant where we had to pay a sole to get our trian tickest back sent to us.. we were told to meat at 6 to get the tickets and by the time we got them we were already supossed to be boarded on the train.. we then got there got on..Weirdest train ride......Me sarah varity and emma were the only non asians without big zoom lense cameras taking pictures of the train man pooring us our complimentary drinks.. minding my own bussiness listening to some good old macklemore all of a sudden my music is over powered with the blairing traditional peruivian dance music and out runs the creepyest mask headed guy in a colourful outfit running around with a cane with a hook..... i watched "the town" on the flight to peru and it really kind of worried me that he was just going to kill us all.. he danced around for a while more and stuck his face right in sarahs.. then that was over so i thought i could go back to my pod.. but no now we got to watch the staff put on a fasion show...a gay man with his sweaters and a shy woman with her ponchoes for about 45 minutes.. then finally the train was over and our next goal was to find a bus back to cuzco........ we got off the train adn there was a lady with a sign that said Emma something and Sarah something and Clair ... so again we just went with it.. wasnt for us. We were told we had to wait an hour and then go find a bus.. thats all the information we got. so i got some lemondae and waited then went back to where the lady vaugly pointed to find a bus..we merged our self into a big tour group and wondered onto some random bus that apparently was going to cuzco....... there were 4 extra people on the bus..(could it be us for who snuck on..) I just kept my eyes focussed out the window avoiding being kicked off... the bus started rolling and we were good to go..dont know what happend to those 4 extras but i didnt really care. I was the only person awak for the bus ride and i had a jolly time looking at the dark and bumpin beats.

We arvied home at 1230 and passed right out.

The next day we went to Feddel and almost made him cry trying to weeez as much money out of him as we could for all of his eff ups

GOOD TIMES ALL ROUND

oh yeah and i saw a monkey and it was tied to a string and i wanted to cry it was like pippis monkey.. poor guy