Hola amigos, It’s been a while, and I have been many places. I’ve written this entry on a bus, in Cusco airport, under my mosquito net at Lagunas Surf Camp in Mancora, which is just south of the Ecuadorian border, during my cruise cabin in the Galapagos Islands, and now back in Quito. My days have been full enough that on numerous occasions I have found myself lying in a bed thinking, “Have I slept here before? Was I here last night?” My Bolivian experience was like that, which was unfortunate, because I liked it there. I live without schedules as much as possible, but other people’s schedules can sometimes drive my decisions. My first morning in Copacabana, Bolivia, I began researching tours of the Peruvian jungle and saw that they all departed on Sundays. I
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