Cusco hotel

In the early morning of March 15, 2020, due to the COVID-19 epidemic, the Peruvian government announced the closure of borders, airports, public transportation, tourist attractions and all entertainment places. This day happened to be my first day of flying from Lima, the capital of Inca, to Cuzco. I only planned a three-day trip: after visiting Machu Picchu, Sacred Valley and Rainbow Mountain, I will return to DC.

Sure enough, it fulfilled the prediction of the staff of the international student office. (Go to the staff to sign the i20 application for leaving the country during the spring break. He asked me seriously three times: Are you sure you want to take this risk? You will probably miss the next class because you can't go back to America! ) wayward, I hesitated for three seconds and insisted on leaving. So, I'm really completely trapped. /kloc-on the morning of 0/6, I ran to the airport and the bus station nonstop, and contacted the embassy of China ... I broke my leg and lost my voice all day. I watched my boyfriend (American diplomat in Peru) evacuate from Lima in despair and could only help me bring my suitcase back to the United States. And I, a 18 liter backpack, a pair of pants, a pair of running shoes, two T-shirts, a computer and a mobile phone, have no choice but to live in this strange city. The most terrible thing is that I don't know how long I can live in the end.

Fortunately, the school has changed all the courses into online courses, so it doesn't matter whether you go back to America or not. The urgent task is to find a stable accommodation, because the hotel that stayed for two days has posted a notice that it is about to close and has to leave. I found a youth hostel full of trapped passengers and stayed there for two weeks. As everyone returned to their own country, I moved to another youth hostel that was still open. It's very deserted there, except for an uncle who will fly back to France the next day. At my repeated invitation, Lily (a Canadian student), a China girl who once lived in the same youth tour, moved in and generously lent me her new alpaca sweater. Besides, Lily loves telling jokes, so her daily life outside school is not so lonely.

At that time, Cuzco changed its former prosperity, and the streets were so quiet that even dogs didn't bother to stay. It seems that the only foreigners left behind are Venezuelan refugees besides Lily and me. One afternoon, on the way to the Wanchak market to buy food, I met a Shanghai aunt who started to travel around the world after retirement. As you can imagine, the three of us hit it off as soon as we met, and after a few words, we moved to the youth brigade where Aunt Qi and Lily lived happily. I remember that it was mid-May 2020 and the final exam had just ended. I'm afraid I can't find more people to play with. Fernando, our youth travel boss, finished the check-out procedure, but he was very happy: "Send you two away and I will close the door!" " "

Aunt Qi is an out-and-out parent and often tells us a lot of things. Cuzco is 365,438+000 meters above sea level, and it is extremely cold in the morning and evening. I was shivering with cold in my only pair of pants (there was no way to buy clothes in the city), and Aunt Qi took them down from the box and let me wear them all the time. If it weren't for a vicious theft, maybe we would stay there for a while. The thief is a guest of the youth brigade, from Venezuela, and his methods are actually very old-fashioned. He wore clothes full of holes to gain sympathy for his poor family and his brother and sister's illness. I was only a full-time student and had no fixed income, so I didn't agree to his request to borrow money, but continued to provide him with food help until he took all my money and ran away. In order to get into our room occasionally and get familiar with us, I took all my cash and credit cards with me when we went out (the room was unlocked and the cupboard was unlocked). When I realized that my stolen credit card was stolen from my mobile phone, I called the domestic bank to report the loss of my credit card and hurried back to my residence. All the cash is gone! You know, that was all my cash and cards, and suddenly I was broke. I don't know how to live in Cuzco, which is a closed city.

When I went to the police station, the police just took notes. They even think it's foolish of me to bring so much cash. I ran to the police station for three days in a row and found nothing. When the police saw me again, they all began to hide. In fact, from the feeling of calling the police on the first day, I knew that everything was in vain. But when you are desperate, you will unconsciously look forward to even a distant hope. Until the end, I was too hungry to walk to the police station. ...

In desperation, I remembered the travel package I booked in Lima. Now that the trip has been cancelled, I should return the money. After repeated calls, I told the other party my current situation. Finally promised to refund me half the fee. Veronica, a kind-hearted staff member of Lima Travel Agency, asked me to contact her friend John in Cuzco, saying that he was willing to help and prepared a lot of food for me. John sent me his address in a short time, chatted with me for a long time with great interest, and finally fixed the meeting time. I took Mario (the sudden theft made me a little wary) and we walked fifteen kilometers to the designated place. I contacted John and told him that I came with a friend. The other party did not answer again, and directly blocked me. I still feel scared when I think about it now. If I go alone, I don't know what will happen more terrible. ...

Walking in the Jianghu for so many years, I realized for the first time that life can be so helpless. Generally, when we hit bottom, we will always hit bottom and rebound. I believe: when bad luck goes, good luck will come! Good luck followed, warming my whole winter in Cuzco. Now every time I think about it, I still have tears in my eyes. A friend said: Coco, you haven't completely let go of this matter. "No, I already forgave the thief. Maybe he really needed money at that moment. And at this moment, I'm just grateful for the warmth among so many people ... "I smiled.

Everything is a small matter, everything is worth recording, and now it is full of emotion. When you open it later, you may have a new understanding:

Conclusion: I'm not sure if this experience can be written into a script, but life is like this: sometimes it is ups and downs and mixed tastes, but I still believe that most of life is beautiful. Those days that make you sad will never be worth the little things that touched you. So, I really appreciate this experience and all the encounters on the road ... these will be stories that can be told when sitting on a small bench in the sun.

The author introduces:

Coco, a Beijinger, quit his job in a state-owned enterprise for many years to study in the United States, and lived in South America for two years during the epidemic. Now I'm back in America to continue my studies. Love sports and life; Love learning and travel; Love code words, love sharing. I hope my words can warm everyone on the road.