Cold Cusco

How was I so stupid that I didn't realize how much the altitude affects the temperature.
Days hot, nights freezing.

Last night I wasn't feeling too good. Now I feel like I generally feel at Finland. Tired, cold, bad.
The jungle suits me better. No problems there.

Yesterday.
I got a stomach bug from a soup I ate at Aguas Calientes; the train trip to Cusco wasn't the most pleasant.
I burned my face, didn't help with the nause.
I have got the flu thanks to the air conditionings of trains and planes.
And sleeping in rooms without heaters and thick walls is like back in old, wonderful Finland in the midwinter when there's -20 celsius degrees.

Anyhow, I am very lucky.
My room in the Hotel I am now supposed to be at had some bathroom issues,
so the owner of the hotel moved me to his soon-to-be homestay place.
I do not think I couldn't be freezing in more luxurious place.
Hot shower in the morning, what is that?
Ice cream from the freezer to help with my upset stomach last night?
The wife and the daughter of the owner are spoiling me to pieces.

But damn this cold. I was "sleeping" under 3 thick blankets with a heat bottle and this heating machine on, but nothing helped with my frozen bones.

Today,
Cusco. 
Peruvian Andes.
And the souveniers. Warm clothes.
I didn't realize the city is as it big as it is.

Yay, some cute guys from Toronto, came for breakfast too.
The other one is singer, the other graphic designer. Toronto <3