When my mind isn't wandering, I can think pretty intensely.

 

Day 2: Cusco, Peru. Boy Scouts be warned. You will frown upon this day, and for those that are not Boy Scouts, enjoy this fumble.
Taking a step back, relaxed and ready to travel Thursday, July 21st at DFW International Airport in terminal D (the one missing a gate, D35, much like Kings Cross Station Platform 9 3/4), a thought popped in my head - I don’t have a place to sleep Saturday night. No worries, friends, for I am leashed to a smart phone. After a quick panic tweet, I googled hostels in Cusco, found one with good enough reviews and booked. Problem solved.
(Now hit the Live TV button on the story remote)
My friendly and energetic taxi driver drops me off at my hostel, which turns out to be in prime location; 100 feet from the main square. I clear my throat and march in to the lobby. “Tengo una reservacion. Watson.” ….wait for it…. “No. No hay una reservacion para Watson.” Well, this isn’t ideal. As it turns out, when I reloaded my booking page on my handy iPhone, the following day(Sunday) defaulted. As I was hastily booking at DFW, I paid no notice: Homeless in Cusco. I retreated with my bags like an exhausted pack mule, stumbling out of the double doors, and wandered on throughout the tourist-packed plazas and busy streets, looking for a decent rate bed. 30 Soles (2.7 Soles = 1USD) for a night in a 6 bedroom suite; done.
I don’t mean to make it sound as if I was in a real tough place. Dozens of hostels fill the town, and many had openings. In fact, I ended up meeting a fantastic Dutch guy, two Canadians and a dude from Idaho. I think it turned out OK.
This photo angle, popular with many Americans in their 20s and 30s should be an easy spot for many. Claimed to be “The highest Irish-owned pub on the planet,” at 11,156ft, Paddy’s Pub in Cusco lingers joyfully on the corner of Plaza de Armas. It ended up being a pretty decent eatery, as well.
Fumble number 2, being without a D.E.N.N.I.S. System note card… #failx2

Day 2: Cusco, Peru. Boy Scouts be warned. You will frown upon this day, and for those that are not Boy Scouts, enjoy this fumble.

Taking a step back, relaxed and ready to travel Thursday, July 21st at DFW International Airport in terminal D (the one missing a gate, D35, much like Kings Cross Station Platform 9 3/4), a thought popped in my head - I don’t have a place to sleep Saturday night. No worries, friends, for I am leashed to a smart phone. After a quick panic tweet, I googled hostels in Cusco, found one with good enough reviews and booked. Problem solved.

(Now hit the Live TV button on the story remote)

My friendly and energetic taxi driver drops me off at my hostel, which turns out to be in prime location; 100 feet from the main square. I clear my throat and march in to the lobby. “Tengo una reservacion. Watson.” ….wait for it…. “No. No hay una reservacion para Watson.” Well, this isn’t ideal. As it turns out, when I reloaded my booking page on my handy iPhone, the following day(Sunday) defaulted. As I was hastily booking at DFW, I paid no notice: Homeless in Cusco. I retreated with my bags like an exhausted pack mule, stumbling out of the double doors, and wandered on throughout the tourist-packed plazas and busy streets, looking for a decent rate bed. 30 Soles (2.7 Soles = 1USD) for a night in a 6 bedroom suite; done.

I don’t mean to make it sound as if I was in a real tough place. Dozens of hostels fill the town, and many had openings. In fact, I ended up meeting a fantastic Dutch guy, two Canadians and a dude from Idaho. I think it turned out OK.

This photo angle, popular with many Americans in their 20s and 30s should be an easy spot for many. Claimed to be “The highest Irish-owned pub on the planet,” at 11,156ft, Paddy’s Pub in Cusco lingers joyfully on the corner of Plaza de Armas. It ended up being a pretty decent eatery, as well.

Fumble number 2, being without a D.E.N.N.I.S. System note card… #failx2