I wasn't sure why I felt so disengaged. Was I just jet-lagged? No appetite at all. Anxiety kicks in. And I just slept as I painstakingly trying to ignore what I am going through (not that I know exactly). I woke up few minutes before midnight. And gathered my remaining ounce of inspiration. I prepared my bags for tomorrow's flight.
Maybe I am not cut out anymore to this travel style. Ageing does seek a more sophisticated but relaxed travel. I think that was the main reason I was feeling disengaged from my reality.
I have to remind that the focus is Myself! Everything else doesn't matter. Noise. Distraction.
And I hop to my uber. See you soon Cusco.
