Well, it is my last day in the continent. It is time to get back home. Funny, because the day before, I was in this shop, looking for souvenirs, when Nelly Furtado started playing in the radio. And it was none other than her song All Good Things. Indeed, all good things come to an end. And this one is about to come to an end as well.
So, I checked out of my final hotel at 5:00 AM, and there was already a taxi waiting for me, which I called for the day before. He took me to the still sleeping Cuzco Airport, and I was actually the first person to check-in.
So, after checking in, and paying the airport tax, I headed over to the departure gates, and waited for my plane. The first flight to arrive was from another airline, and they were using a Boeing 737-200 for that one. Wow. Now I know why that type of aircraft is being phased out. They were so noisy! It was like the whole sky was exploding. My ride, on the other hand, was on a new Airbus A319, and I actually didn't hear it arrive. It just pulled into the gate.
So, I boarded my flight, and headed to Lima. I was fortunate to get an exit row seat, so there was plenty of legroom. But what do I care about legroom? I am not tall, and my legs aren't long.
So, I arrived in Lima, and I had a couple of hours to burn, before my next flight to Bogota. I went to an Internet cafe, uploaded a few photos, went to the post office, mailed my postcards, had breakfast, had lunch, and then waited for the check-in counters to open. So, at three hours before departure time, it opened, and so I got my boarding passes for my flight to Bogota and then to New York City.
The flights were uneventful. But I was there, dreamy, sleepy, pondering over the events of the past few days. Unbelievable. Machu Picchu. Ollantaytambo. Pisac. Urubamba. Maras. Now, they aren't just exotic locales that I read in the Internet and the encyclopedias. They're real places, filled with living people, and they will live forever wherever I go, in my head. They would be there, if I needed to escape, if I needed to walk on memory lane, waiting for another visit.