Earlier this week, Murray and I visited two friends that volunteer at the Diospu Suyana Hospital in Curahuasi, which is two hours north of Cusco, Peru. The hospital is a marvel of modern medicine, and runs as a charity giving the poor farmers in the region access to quality treatment. One of the perils of riding through Central and South America is the nonchalant attitude towards food hygiene. Murray has been suffering from stomach troubles so he booked in to see one of the German doctors in the hopes of being prescribed medication to remove the parasite. Unable to find the cause of the problem, the doctor advised Murray to return to Australia.
Murray is now en-route to Australia, leaving me in the care of his motorcycle, which will be stored and sold to a fellow Canadian, who will be riding it north. I am in Cusco, and have enrolled in a Spanish course for a few weeks. After months of planning the trip and then 19,000kms on the road, it is time I stopped for a bit. Learning Spanish seems a good distraction from motorbike riding and the sudden departure of my riding partner. With some adjustments to my bike and my new fluency in Spanish, I will continue south.
Murray mentioned yesterday that although we have words and pictures and videos to share with others, we are the only two that have experienced it. It has been the best experience and I will truly miss sharing it with Murray. I am sure the words will be a little less amusing and the photos a lot less bright. The trip has at times taken all the energy I have, and for Murray to do it while being unwell shows the strength of a fighter. My thoughts and prayers see Murray back on a BMW F800GS very soon.