Peru Day 3 (Cusco) Part 2

We stepped out of the hotel and into the waiting cab.  Our driver, Raphael proved to be a comical and witty man who spoke English with an accent which, try as I might, I just could not place.  It was sort of a strange mix of Eastern European and South American all at the same time.  We talked all the way to the airport about Lima and Cusco and Coca Tea to help us cope with the altitude.  Cusco is located in the Andes at 11,200 ft.  That is the height of many peaks in the US and higher than the highest point in many of the states back home.  We would eventually be going up from there.  I looked out the window on the way and found myself memorized by the ability of 5 cars to fit in a three lane road with no accidents.  Raphael parked at the airport we thanked him, wished him well and arranged to have him pick us back up on the return trip.  I stepped from the cab and started to feel a little woozy, and light headed.  I underestimated the affect the coffee would have on me and I could hear my pule in my ears as we walked in to the airport and up to the security line.  As we were standing there, I felt tunnel vision coming on and thought I might pass out.