I HEAR THE TRAIN WHISTLE
There is a train whistle in the distance and it is calling me, I am not sure how to answer…
Yes, there is train that climbs the hill close to my Hostal in Cusco, Peru it is 7:42 in the morning and it is arriving to pick up passengers to take them to Machu Picchu.
I really do not care where I go presently, however I need to leave soon. I have no home here, and the place is starting to really annoy me.
I have the feeling I am going to jump to Quito where I know in the past there were some travelers. I need to get far away from the glitter of tourism and find some people, wonder where all the travelers have gone?
There are signs you need to follow, and I need to keep my instincts intact and follow my heart, not any path that is an illusion.