Friday, 23 October 2009

gwtting there still...

Having skipped through Rio and Sao Paula in a day, we flew another 5 hours to Lima, Peru.
Finally got a good nights sleep and starting to feel only as lethargic as home.
Will stay 2 nights here and sample some local food Ceviche before flying again to Cusco (home to Machu Picchu and the Inca Trail).

Due to our race being delayed by the organisers, we have time to do a day white water rafting and a day scaling Machu Picchu...so every cloud from above!

The natives and medical leaflets in the hostel suggest best way to Cusco is ´slowly´, so by bus or train over 10 hours and to avoid drinking inorder to avoid altitude sickness and death. The altitude is 3000M above so needs a little respect aparently.

Rather than take that advice and the mind bendingly boring bus ride, we have opted for the 1 hour flight. Hoping to cheat nature and slip through unscaved. Worst case is not being able to breath and being very sick so will see what occurs!

On Monday we will take either a 36 hour bus to the start or 2 flights back on ourselves to get to the race. Im again opting for the second option. From there we have a day to climatise to the 4000M while testing out taxi´s before the start on the 28th..

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

DAY 1 London to Rio

Hi everyone, felt it necessary to get into this blogging business early if there was to be any chance of getting into a habit.

The flight was ok and made more exciting by the fact that it was the scariest flight 3 of us have been on; one being the steward I spoke to who pointed 2ft up the wall with his hand whilst showing me where his feet were.

The oxygen masks dropped because of how violent the turbulence was and when it calmed down the passenger infront of me was kind enough to pass me my salad in a bowl back. Unfortunately he couldn't help with my wine which was dripping onto my head from the ceiling and the chocolate cake from Lloyds lap the lady in fronts hair. Lloyd and I watched In amazement as the stewardess with the alcohol trolley rose above the seats leaving only her jaw on the floor.
Luckily we had the comforting words of a Brazilian 737 pilot who happened to be sitting next to us, "if our seat belts hadn't been on then we would have crashed head first into the ceiling...