Published: June 24th 2012June 23rd 2012
I am wayyyyyy overdue for a blog entry. This last month in Peru has been a fast-paced, high altitude extravaganza across deserts, mountain ranges, and through ancient ruins. It's been a challenge to put everything into words, and looking back through my personal journal, I find long periods of silence followed by a frenzy of pages devoted to making up for lost time. To try and put a whole month of experiences in to one entry is far beyond my capabilities, so I won't bore you with any attempts. Instead I'll include some of the highlights...in haiku form...
So...what's that in feet?
Fifteen thousand, eighty-two.
Those views were worth it.
Alpaca hats, gloves, and scarves.
You get the picture.
Ego made me think
I could do three hours down,
Four up, in a day.
The secret is out:
You are both divine city....
And tourist Mecca.
I am writing from Rurrenabaque (or Rurre as it's known) after being stuck in La Paz for 2 days due to flight cancelations. Unfortunately, La Paz isn't the greatest place to be grounded. For me it was a dirty, noisy city, whose sole purpose was to be a dirty, noisy city. Amidst the baby alpaca fetuses and knock-off merchandise I found ways to entertain myself, though I can't say that I am looking foward to heading back through there on the way south...
Tomorrow I embark on a four day trip to the jungle, after which I vow to update this blog more faithfully. Peace!