Perulog VIII: The High Way to Cuzco
I made a point to be awake for the sunrise…
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I made a point to be awake for the sunrise…
Flying over the Nazca lines was much like leafing through a live, actual-size issue of National Geographic magazine…
Despite spending the bulk of the previous day laying around in a hammock gazing sleepily at a real-live oasis I awoke feeling far from refreshed…
The calming beauty of the Huacachina oasis was such a blatantly pleasant place to wake up…
Oh, just imagine the fun…
The Spanish Inquisition and Congress Museum has some very unnerving exhibits and installations on display…
Having spent my first morning in Lima, Peru drinking and touring the nearby catacombs, I spent my first afternoon in Lima, Peru sleeping like a drunken corpse…
After three days of cancelled flights I finally got on a plane to South America…
On January 23rd, 2005 I was cooling my heels in Cuzco, Peru, which is at an elevation of 3,400 metres. I promised myself I wouldn’t drink until I had climatized to the thin air, however…
This is me taking the inaugural run down the first (and smallest) hill of the afternoon. The best part is when the guy filming says “poof” by chance at the very moment that I wipe out. And if you look really closely, I come out of my tumbling somersault on my feet like a gymnast landing a routine…