I have had my last day of no milk and am looking forward to returning to Lima for a good cup of milky tea! For those of you who know me well or actually anyone who knows me as a passing aquaintance will know that to me milk is the source of life. Here in Trujillo I have been having to drink black tea as there seems to be no milk available, this will be the thoughts that fill my mind when on the bus back to Lima.
Today I have unfortunately recieved some unsettling news concerning my fitness to survive at altitude, sounds all very dramatic but it isnt really. Due to my attempts to be honest I told the company whom I was meant to be meeting in Lima on Sunday of my lung problems in the past. This sparked off a chain of form filing and emails and letters and angry phone calls all dealt with diligently by my base team namely Mum and Dad. However it transpires upon advice from my surgeon who carried out the procedure that if I were to suffer a problem at altitude I would suffer brain damage within the hour, this is no way to begin a year of masters study! So I have been struck off the list no company willing to put up with my potential for health problems. Next time I think I will join the rank and file and be dishonest about my internal conditioning. So now here I am once again alone and wondering what to do with myself. Well I have a nine hour bus journey to decide upon a course of action and to read my lonely planet book and see what this advises me to do. Maybe a trip to Bolivia is not entirly out of the questions.
So anyone any ideas? Tell me what I should do...
Hope all is well and that everyone is enjoying nice cups of milky tea on my behalf.
P.s. saw a strange sight yesterday an open truck with three tigers travelling in the back.
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