When I found out that tickets for the Inca Trail was sold out, I was gutted. I’d been itching for a long, tough hike for a year, and no other chances like this were really going to come up on my travels in Peru. That thought quickly changed when I thought about the $600 – 700 USD I would be saving, and the train I would have to take to Machu Picchu instead.
I could hear what I thought was water being continuously thrown from someone’s window close by – sometimes that randomly happens here in Peru. I wished it was, anyway. Today was the day that I see Machu Picchu, and I didn’t want rain to ruin that experience for me. I opened the curtains, the sun was not yet up – it was only 4.30am after all, but I was up and ready to be one of the first persons of the day to explore the world’s most famous archaeological sites.
Xôi has always been almost a staple in my household as I was growing up, as it probably is for any Vietnamese household. Any sort of special occasion, be it Christmas, or Tet (Vietnamese New Year), my mother would magically whip some up.
I would have never imagined that I would ever be someone who was really into his golf. It is the quintessential rich man’s game and has a certain inescapable pretentious feel to it. It is difficult to picture anything other than business men wooing clients or grey haired retirees playing this game on a regular basis. 18 months ago I would have laughed at the thought of me being someone who genuinely looks forward to 18 holes every weekend, and yet here we are.