Searching For Quentin: Destination Cusco

Peru is the last known location of our founder.

QE Academy’s archivist, James Tellman is about to embark on a journey of discovery.

After spending months searching the archives, interviewing alumnis and trying to make sense of what Quentin was up to when left the country, James Tellman successfully tracked the great man’s last movements to Peru – Cusco to be exact. Despite having already dedicated thousands of hours to this mission, James decided to follow his journey to its natural conclusion – that meant taking a flight to Lima, finding a means of transport and making his way to Cusco to hopefully conclude his search for Quentin Erroll.

“The look my wife gave me when I told her my plan was heart-melting. She’d listened intently, not interrupting me once, or even questioning me with her tired, expressive face. I needed to go, she knew that. The endless nights that I’d been spending in the archives each night had not been in vain. I had discovered a paper trail, undeniable evidence that Quentin had left the country in the mid-60s and not returned. With no existing family to look for him or care, I felt like I’d taken on the responsibility to remember him so that future students of QE could understand what happened to the man that had achieved so much by establishing the Academy.

Of course, Hazel knew all of this. She knew that, regardless of what I’d be researching, I’d end up absorbed in my work. It didn’t matter what job I was going to get, she knew that I had a weakness for work, but that was also part of my strength too. My education at QE Academy had trained to me to have an inquisitive mind, regardless of what vocation I found for myself. Whether it was working for an SEO company in Liverpool or as a researcher for a University – my attitude would remain the same: unerring, focused and belligerent.

Those previous jobs had consumed me, but at least the hours I could work there had limited my time away from Hazel and the kids. That changed when I took this role for QE. The board had given me unprecedented access to the archives, as much overtime as I liked and a near-limitless pot of petty cash to draw from. They trusted me to find Quentin’s resting place and although they hadn’t set a deadline, they knew that I was the kind of person to pursue a task relentlessly: they’d read my school reports.

Hazel interrupted me before I had the chance to apologise. She had things under control at home, the kids were fine – they missed me, but they were fine. They could miss me for another month, three at the most. Leave them too long and they would simply forget who I was. That hurt, but I knew it was true. Although the board had given me as much time as I needed, there was still a deadline that I needed to meet.

Whilst I packed my bags, I thought of Quentin. Had he met a woman when he was in Peru? Had the thought of leaving them for his responsibilities back home in England been a step too far for him? Was it a family that had finally tied him down to one place? I was about to find out, but I was not going to follow in his footsteps.

Regardless of what I discovered, or didn’t discover, I would be returning home.

A Peruvian Odyssey: Lima

I arrive in Lima early in the morning with a splitting headache.

Flying has always made me nervous and I’d spent the 12-hour flight chattering quietly to myself, drinking copious amounts of gin and trying to distract myself from the gnawing feeling that I was making a terrible mistake.

I didn’t say goodbye to the kids – Hazel had said that it would be better if I left for work at the usual time. I’d packed my bags the night before, the only thing left to do was lug them to the bus stop and start the long journey to Peru.

I’d spent months researching our founder Quentin Errol with my trip to Peru being the deadline for my preparations. The man who had founded the school that had given me so much remained a mystery to me, despite hundreds of hours of poring through the archives I had got no closer to understanding why Quentin had made hisĀ  journey to Peru, or how he was able to return with the necessary funds to buy the land that the Academy resides on to this day.

My legs faintly shook beneath me as I stepped down from the plane. My head throbbed and I regretted the last drink that I had hastily swallowed before we had made our descent.

The heat was the first thing that I noticed. A wash of humidity struck me as I descended onto the runway, I’d not felt heat quite like it in a long time, not since my honeymoon at least; within moments I was soaked in sweat and the sheets of paper that I hadn’t had time to stuff back into my briefcase were stuck to my sweat palms, turning them into a slick greasy mess.

It wasn’t until I’d left the airport that I realised how I little I’d prepared for travelling in a completely foreign country. I might well have spent years tracing the footsteps of Quentin Errol and successfully built an image of what the man might have been like, but I had no idea how I was going to take myself from the capital city of Lima to Cusco, his last known location.

With just my rucksack and satchel I knew that I looked out of place; a bewildered 45-year old academic who had somehow found himself in a country as well known for its natural beauty as its insurmountable crime problem.

My heart filled with panic. How could I have left these logistical details to the last minute? What was I thinking? How on earth was I going to make the near-700 mile journey to Cusco?

I took one deep breath and did what any civilised Westerner would do, I headed straight back into the airport and found a Starbucks to hide in. I felt much more secure with my laptop open, Hazel and the kids stared back at me from the desktop and a pang of guilt struck me.

I needed to complete my quest here, I needed to find out what happened to Quentin Errol and I needed to get home.

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