A Trip to Forget

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A TRIP TO FORGET

This happened to me six years ago when I was 15 aos.Yo was finishing high school and I and my classmates were going to go for promotion. By choice of the majority of my classmates, we decided to go to Macchu Picchu. I remember it was October and we were all eager and happy for the trip, which would take about a week.

We took a bus and set off on a Monday, at night. Everything was going well on the trip, but gradually the weather was changing and we began to feel the altitude, my friends did not feel as happy as when the trip began, particularly a chubby classmate named Nestor. While the bus more advanced, Nestor was much worse, until there was a time when he could no longer resist and he began vomiting nonstop. It was a nightmare for him because he had apparently never been in this climate, and because the night before he had eaten too much. Everything would have been there, but it was not so, as soon as we arrived in town he vomited again. The truth is that he spent the entire trip sick and throwing up on the bus, in the car, on the train, and even when we walked. After all that, we had to buy sleeping pills, so he stopped vomiting. And I think it worked out great.

In the end he recovered in the last days of the trip, but he could not enjoy anything because he passed it sick. When we returned to Tacna, he swore he would never go traveling to those places.

Esto me ocurri a m hace 6 aos, cuando yo tena 15 aos.Yo estaba terminando la secundaria y yo y mis compaeros nos bamos a ir de promocin. Por eleccin de la mayora de mis compaeros decidimos ir a Macchu Picchu. Recuerdo que era Octubre y todos estbamos ansiosos y felices por el viaje que durara una semana.

Tomamos un bus y partimos un da Lunes por la noche. Todo iba bien en el viaje, pero a medida que cambiaba el clima y comenzaba a sentirse la altura, mis amigos ya no se sentan tan felices como al inicio del viaje, en particular un compaero gordito llamado Nstor. Mientras ms avanzbamos , Nstor se pona mucho peor, hasta que lleg un punto en el que l no pudo resistir ms y comenz a vomitar sin parar. Fue una pesadilla para l, porque al parecer nunca haba estado en ese clima, y adems porque la noche anterior haba comido demasiado. Todo habra quedado all, sin embargo no fue as, ni bien llegamos a la ciudad volvi a vomitar. La verdad es que l se pas todo el viaje enfermo y vomitando, en el bus, en el carro, en el tren, y hasta cuando caminbamos. Luego de todo eso, tuvimos que comprarle pastillas de dormir para que l dejara de vomitar. Y creo que eso funcion.

Al final de todo, l se recuper en los ltimos das del viaje, pero l no pudo disfrutar de nada ya que se lo pas enfermo. Cuando volvimos a Tacna, l jur que nunca ms volvera a ir de viaje a esos lugares.