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I had an off day on Thursday. It was my job to buy entrance tickets for Machu Picchu, and instead of strolling 10 minutes from the Plaza to the station I got lost and ended up scrambling along rocks between the river and the train tracks for almost an hour. I finally emerged at the back of the station through a thicket of brambles, much to the surprise of both passengers and crew. Tickets purchased, I got back on the bus to Urubamba, met Yasmine for coffee and was finished with lunch before I realized that somewhere after buying the tickets my wallet had disappeared, taking with it my rent money, the cash for Machu Picchu and my reserve fund of US dollars, not to mention my driver's licence, SIN card, 2 debit cards, 3 credit cards and Canadian citizenship card. Plus, I really liked that wallet. I bought it in Hong Kong, for full price while Aaron wasn't looking.

I spent friday morning alternating between crying on the phone with my mom and calling to cancel cards. Luckily Ana arrived that night, and we put our gamefaces on and left for Aguas Calientes. Machu Picchu is probably the only thing that could have successfully taken my mind off how screwed I am, and I'm grateful for it. There's something comforting about ruins, especially when they look like this: