relocated.

feliz compilano

2006-08-14T17:50:00.000-07:00

it doesnt seem like i've been living out of a backpack for 3 months. its gotten a little heavy, i guess that means its almost time for me to head back. strange as that seems. if you know me, you know that i usually mentally shut down before i finish something. but right now im still fully in south america, somehow i feel so far removed from life in canada.
but i feel really good. i feel like this trip has been nothing like i couldve ever imagined. i feel as though i´ve conquered a mountain that i didnt realize i was climbing. now ive summited and i can see how far i've come. its been a process though. there were times when i was completely overwhelmed. times when i wanted to cry, but couldnt because it wouldnt have helped. ive been challanged in every way and pushed to limits. there've been times when every crutch ive ever used was taken from me and forced to face my insecurities. and there've been times that i feel that i only made it through by the grace of those praying for me.
ive enjoyed solitude, and disdained it as well. i've loved some, despite the fact i would leave them soon after. ive cherished relationships with people of all ages. ive been lost in large cities. ive been at the mercy of strangers. ive been humbled by the generosity of many. ive learned a little of a language, a little of a culture, and a little of their food. ive learned to share. i've been completely vulnerable with people i didnt know. ive had a lot of time to think about a lot of different things. ive embraced emotion. its been amazing. i wouldnt trade this experience for anything.

meet denis

2006-08-10T14:01:00.000-07:00

denis, hmm, dont even know his last name. from slovania, although he grew up in germany. student. major in economics and politics.
so denis seems to be an integral part of my trip, strange as it may seem. well, maybe not integral, but he is somewhat of a thread pulling together many different places, people and experiences. i met him in bogota. it was the begining of his trip, and the start of my travel alone. we hung out for a few days, and i went on my way. over the last two months we have bumped into each other 5 times. somehow, when we're in the same city, we even end up in the same hostal. i dont understand how it all works out because we go different places and stay for different amounts of time. there've been other people along the way, that we've tried to meet up again, and it just hasnt worked out.
anyhow, i just thought you should meet.

surfs up

2006-08-06T17:12:00.000-07:00

the other day i arrived at the beach with two sweaters on and mittens. and today i found myself in the mountains with salty jeans and sand between my toes. i guess thats how it works when you travel in a small country, you change climates faster than you can change your clothes.

after the whales in puerto lopez, i went south one hour to the surf hippie town of montañita. i loved it there. i got there just in time for a surf competition. i made friends with the locals. well, not locals, im not sure what you would call them. they're travelers that got stuck and never left. some of them work, some of them dont. some of them sell jewelery. some of them have drum circles and dance with fire. i really liked it there. i stayed in a hostel right on the beach the dorms were in the attic. it was open air and you could feel the ocean breeze while you slept. it was one of those places where i felt like i was there a week, even though it was only one night. there were people there that lived something like i would like to. although i do not aspire to be like them, but i think that i can learn from them. perhaps it is best that i did not stay longer, or maybe i would´ve gotten stuck as well.

mi amor

2006-08-03T06:12:00.000-07:00

so i i've been doing a lot to try and get the most of my last few weeks. i went on this train ride where you sit on the top of the train. it was a nice way to travel. see the country side of equador and feel the breeze. but there were a few too many tourists for my liking. its funny the different type of people that travel in different areas. here in equador there are a lot of vacationers. i just dont find their company as enjoyabe. actually a fight broke out over seating. not physical but angery people with biting words. i found it quite disheartening.
then i headed to the coast to puerto lopez for some whale watching. i cant explain to you how wonderful it was to watch them dance. these pictures look like i didnt see a lot. but i did - just not through the lense of a camera, which is better i suppose. but these are the humpback whales. it is the time of migration so there are many passing through. they jumped out of the water, slapped their fins, spouted water, and splashed their tales. it was sureal. i thought i might even cry, but that had to do with the lack of sleep as well.
i think that it is funny how these people manage to sell things they cannot own or control. when they told me about the tour they said it would be between 2 and 4 hours depending on the activity. and with a 30 min boat ride out there, and 30 min educational talk, that means we could've spent a half hour looking, and headed back without seeing anything. with the volcanoe as well, they'll take you on a tour to see activity. but it may just be a campfire and warm drink. and maybe that is the thrill, to seek out what you may not be able to find.

volcanoes and waterfalls

2006-07-31T18:16:00.000-07:00

i arrived in banos a few days ago. its a small town at the bottom of the largest active volcao in equador. actually, a few weeks ago they had to evacuate the villages higher up because it was getting a little bit too active. Last night we took a chiva bus to a look out point to watch the volcanic activity. I saw a little bit of i dont know if it was lava or fire, and heared it groan. it felt more like watching some living being, than land mass. it almost sounded as though it was hungery. it felt a little erie. i quite liked it.

banos is known for its hot springs, hikes, volcanoes, rivers and waterfalls. there are alot of different tours and treks to take from here. i decided to try repelling in the falls. i suppose that there are a few things i should've thought about first. one being that maybe my spanish is sufficient to find out about the tour, but perhaps not good enough to understand all the instructions. second, that it might not be the best activity to try with a bad shoulder. yes. i dislocated it jumping into a waterfall. this actually was only the first and beginner waterfall. and my joints are actaully loose enough that i can tell someone how to put it back in - even in spanish.

so needless to say my afternoon was cut short, i wish i could've finished it. it was actually harder than i expected. i dont know why i thought that it would be pretty simple. but you have to lean back really far so that you dont slip, you're fighting against the natural force of gravity, the frictions of wet rocks, and the force of the water pulling you downward. it was intense to say the least.

i am now in equador

2006-07-28T12:40:00.000-07:00

i made it to quito equador. it was a marathon of 24 hrs in tranisit. flagging buses down from the roadside, waiting in the cold at immigrations for an hour after not sleeping on the night bus. i feel like i need a few days to recover, but i dont really have time to sit around. its hard for me to judge how much time im going to want at different places so that at the end ill be close to lima when my plane leaves.

theres a part of me thats over new cities, strangers and small talk, but at the same time its a shame to end it now because im feeling like im getting the hang of how the whole travel thing works. its still hard on the body to go from cold altitudes, to humid sea level, to endure sleepless nights, and have an ever fluctuation diet, but it doesnt stress me out to pack up my bag and jump on a bus to unknown destinations. in fact, i actually embrace the challange. i feel accomplished when i ask a question and can understand the answer, and would rather figure out the public bus system than grab a cab.

but aside from my complaining, i am doing well.

salento

2006-07-24T12:34:00.000-07:00

so the last two days have felt like a week, so much happened. and yet, i didnt really get any pictures, so i know that makes it less interesting to read. sorry.

i spent two days in the coffee region of colombia. i stayed in a sleepy little town at a beautiful little hostal. the plaza was busy in the evenings, and there were lots of hikes in the surrounding areas. somehow this town seems to have lost track of time. the little restaurants and pubs play records of latin polka music, and still have original retro furnishings. there are cars, but people ride horses as well. the men like to pass time by playing tejo. its a game, maybe comparable to horseshoes. they set up with lanes with mud box at the end and use gunpower as the target so when you hit it, a flare goes off.

also witnessed someone saving a life. its a strange feeling to recongise the fragility of life.

my last night there, we cooked dinner and ate together as a family. i love that feeling. it surprises me, but it makes me a little sad when i leave people. its hard to know someone for such a short amount of time and realize that you will probably never again. and after a while you'll probably even forget them. im glad to feel the remorse of leaving these people. to me it is a sign that i am learning to love.

a picture is worth a thousand words

2006-07-17T08:24:00.001-07:00

someone once said a picture is worth a thousand words, but there are some things for which i have no pictures, so i will quickley write them down because the only recolection i may otherwise have is my bank withdrawls.

i went to volcan de totum. its a volcano just outside of cartagena, but instead of lava, it has this thick warm mud. so you climb it. take a mud bath. get totally covered from head to toe, and then at the bottom of the volcano is a lagoon where you can wash. i quite enjoyed it.

i also visited isla de rosaria for a weekend. its part of a national park to preserve the coral reef. the island is actually mostly coral itself. i did this snorkeling tour where you stay in a cabana and they take you out snorkeling in between each meal and once at night as well. it was beautiful. to me snorkeling sounds a little bit lame - but there is so much beauty and life just below the surface, it really is amazing. somehow it seemed even a little scary at first, im not sure why. maybe just because the sea is somehow still so foreign to me.

so im sitting in a bus terminal with a few hours to kill before i get on the bus, so i thought i'd just map out where ive been and where im going. i guess i just like maps.

1) Lima - where i begin and end. city of 6 million i think. very big, very dirty. nice parks and colonial buildings though.

2) Paracas - 5 hrs by bus. a small water front town right beside a national park where you can find many different types of birds. we didnt see many because we hiked in instead of taking a boat tour.

3) Cusco - 18 hrs by bus. different than i expected. coblestone streets. very cold, at a high altitude. jordan and i stayed with margarita for a few days and then hiked the inca trail through the andes.

4) Lima - 20 hrs by bus. we had to return to lima because they dont have roads going straight to where we needed.

5) Puerto Bermudez - i think this is near to Puerto Bermutez, but of course we could go direct we had to take a bus to La Merced - 8hr, and then a 4*4 for 12 more hrs. Very tranquilla place, not much going on. took a day treck into the jungle our guide had to use a machete.

6) Pulcalp - this was the 15 hr marathon of vehicles which all had problems. i actually think that pulcalpa is further south, but this is where we got on the first cargo ship.

7) Iquitos - 4 days and 4 nights by boat. the second cargo ship into colombia. 4 million people, i think, the largest jungle city with no road access.

8) Leticia - 1 1/2 more days by boat. most southern jungle city of colombia. very small. only spent one day there before flying to bogota.

9) Bogota - flew. leticia is too remote for other transport. bogota is big. population 9 million.

10) Cartagena - 22 hrs by bus. Colonial old city. this is where i took language school.

11) Santa Marta - 5 hr by bus. Smaller port town. nice beach. where and came a left for the trek.

so now i have till august 16 to make my way back to lima. ive got a lot of ground to cover, so wish me luck.

la cuidad perdida

2006-07-17T08:24:00.000-07:00

The Lost City

ive just returned from 5 days in the jungles of colombia to the ancient ruins of the tyronian empire. i spent the last week bathing in natural pools, playing cards by candle light, sleeping in hammocks, and eating some of the bananas and advacadoes that fell along the path. mind you, there was a lot more to it than just that.
i did not get finish with out being eaten alive by the misquitos. the guide at the head of us killed four poisonous snakes along the way. we had to cross numorous rivers sometimes as deep as my waist. if i wasnt soaked by the sweat it was river water. the moment that we arrived at the last point a storm came in and it started pouring rain and thunder and lightning. it was actually a 6 day trek, but half of us decided to do it in 5 days, so we really had to push it. i feel good, but my muscles are not so happy.
we had a great group of people. 13 in total. although some of us our staying to travel on together i am a little sad to see us part ways. after our last day, a few of us got dropped off at a national park where we camped out on the beach, it was nice to relaxe at the end of the trip. however, we hadnt considered the fact that it included an extra two hours of walking, and the fact that the clothes and towels that we had with us were rank. but this is the type of climate where you could wear a bathing suit all day and all night, even in the rain and never get cold - so it was alright.

i feel like there are things that i have missed. i guess it is to be expected that there are things that will be lost. but i am glad for the opportunity to share some of my experiences with you.

mi casa es su casa

2006-07-04T15:54:00.000-07:00

so it has been over a week and a half since i've spoken english with someone. i would've thought that i would've been dying for some conversation by now, but somehow, im okay with it.

i dont know if i could accurately describe the house that im staying at. its so far from normal. sometimes i feel like im on the set of a sitcom or something. everyone around me has such character and expression. i love it.
we have a very busy home. many visitors coming and going. i was introduced to many, but never properly explained to, who lived at our house. who was a friend or stranger. everynight, it would be getting later, and i would be expecting people to leave, some would, but some would say good night and head upstairs to bed. sonia, is the woman of the house, and she would cook a little, but her friend would be up early every morning washing my clothes and cooking my breakfast. eventually i gathered that sonia runs some sort of guest home you might call it. kids stay sometimes, and other colombians who are staying in town. one of her friend runs a salon out of one room a few days a week, and all these woman come and go with these awful tatooed eyebrows.
i do love living here, though. in the evenings different woman stop by and sit around and share the days happenings, sometimes sing an old song, and cook up some plantanos y queso. i dont know if im learning the culture, or the ways of an old lady; but either way, it suits me fine. for the time being at least. it humors me that we sit in red plastic lawn chairs and drink tinto from mis matched cups and saucers that were served to us on a plater by the maid. oh yes - and the woman who's up in the morning - carmen, is the employado domestica. right, i have a maid. she's so cute, she talks to herself, makes little jokes, and sings little songs all day while she goes about her chores. one man that's been staying at the house the last few days, albert, is a big black man who trys to help my spanish by yelling his limited english vocabulary, and explaining things i already understand with overexagerated hand gestures.

i have learned much these past two weeks. i have learned that you can still fog up the bathroom mirrors with a cold shower, i've learned that you can walk all the way in the shade if you dont mind crossing the street a lot. i've learned the art of not appearing lost. i've learned an old spanish love song. i've learned that sometimes its easiest just to smile and nod.

cartagena

2006-06-25T08:13:00.000-07:00

the photos are a little old. bogota still, im having some problems with the camera, and also learning the art of self portraits. im just going to throw up hear the few pictures i have on my camera.

so i have to say, it is such an ackward feeling to be dropped off somewhere with no map, no address, and minimal spanish. but it is something im becoming somewhat familiar too, although it is still somewhat emotionally taxing. so i have made it to cartegena. but first i must say that the art museum i went to before i left bogota was amazing. it was a lot of art by a famous colombian painter, which you would probably recognize if you saw some of his work, fransais boteo, he paints sort of unproportionate fat people. anyhow, it also had his own personal collection of many other artists such as monet, renoir, dali, picasso, and chegall. i was in my glory. i couldnt believe i got to see the work of people that you've only read about in books.

so if i would have wrote this yesterday, i would've said that ive put myself in a seemingly hopeless situation. i have started two weeks of spanish school and a homestay. my classes are 3 hrs a day, solo spanish, the teacher barely knows english. tours of the city, cuidad, solo in espanol, homestay with a wonderfully crazy woman who only speaks spanish. it's probably better this way, but id have to say its definetly harder. i dont think that i realized before that a comitment to learning requires humility. its hard when i realize that most of what comes out of my mouth is giberish. i dont know if my spanish is improving or my sign language, i guess either could be considered a skill. but today was a better day. i dont know if i understood more, if i felt more understood, but somehow it wasnt as tiring. i have to admit there are times when i stop listening and just watch people talk. but i figure its alright.
so all in all, i am doing well. im planning on some beach time soon. here i am on the ocean, but its a port town, so its not the best for swimming, which is a bit of a teaser since i walk by everday on my way to and from esquela.
one thing that i have to say that i love about it out here, is that people actually kiss each other on the cheek and say chao.
austa luago.

Everything is Relative

2006-06-22T18:09:00.001-07:00

its been 5 weeks with 2 a few shirts and pairs of pants and i havent yet been anywhere long enough to have laudry done. i've found that when i'm wearing my last semi-clean clothing, it'll get so dirty that it now becomes the dirty clothes, and the rest are now the clean clothes. at least this has been the cycle so far. perhaps i shouldn't be telling you all this.

and days, what are days? i have no concept of weeks, and sometimes during travel, i lose track of the days. it has become to me that a day is equivalent to time in between a good nights rest. and time is measured not by minuites or hours, but by events and happenings. and so it is because of things like this that i have come to realize, nothing out here is certain, but everything is relative.

and colombia bogata. it is so different from peru. this city is very beautiful, and much more developed compared to anything that i've seen in the last month or so. it has more of a european feel. i dont think these pictures are an acurate representation of the city, but i was taken by the grafity - or "street art," as my german friend calls it. it has been a great time to discover bogata. last night was a music festival, there were different outdoor stages set up around the city playing free shows. everything from typical colombian folk, salsa, rock, and other tropical styles. i loved it. after i had my first authentic salsa experience. and with my limited clothing i ended up in the club in my hiking shoes! hot - i know. but i met some wonderful colombians who showed us some great places to dance. and also i've meet some great company here at the hostal. tommorow i hope to visit the museo de modern arte before i head to the carribean coast of colombia. its about time for some sun, and spanish school. its strange to think that a 20 hr bus ride doesnt really phase me anymore. but we'll see if i still feel the same after the fact.
joel - thanks for the book eventhough i wont even have a chance to use it. denise - your sleeping bag kept me nice and warm in the andes. kelly - your sweater also helped in the andes and is one of my "last clean clothes" that is keeping me warm right now. tess- thanks for the notebook, i use it all the time. grandma and grandpa - the money belt has been great, although im really sick of wearing it.to everyone who told me to take the runners - they've been much appreciated. to those who helped stitch my clothes - their still holding out. to those who've commented - thanks its great, although my limited computer time doesnt permit me to reply (maybe i should try to make it a priority). to all who pray for me - thanks im still safe. to those who i'll come home to - it'll be a pleasure to see all your beautiful faces.
good night. buenos noches.

2006-06-22T18:09:00.000-07:00

Columbia

2006-06-19T16:52:00.000-07:00

so jordan and i have now parted ways. he will be going on to costa rica, and i have decided to stay in south america so i can see more of colombia and equador, and then i'll be returning from lima. this makes more sence timewise, and is more economical. people would refere to him as mi esposo. it was kinda nice being married;) and it did feel funny dividing up our mutual belongings. but now we are off on our seperate journeys. it is definetly different on my own, although, i could never truely be on my own.

and last time i was complaining about being seperated from everyone else, we'll this time i was with everyone and to tell you the truth, i felt a little uncomfortable at first, not to mention i was the only gringo on the boat. but after a while, i barely noticed my white skin, or the filth around me. the hammocks were packed in so tight that they were all touching. one lady beside me had her chicken in a bucket underneath her hammock, and another lady across from me had her monkey with her. i thought it was kinda cute until it pooed on her suitcase and she didnt clean it up. i kept on getting wafts of this aweful smell. i was a little aggitated until i realized that this was probably one of the few opportunities id have to complain about monkey poo.

did i mention that im in columbia now. its amazing how crossing a border changes things. the people are quite different, a little quieter than the peruvians, although it could just be this small town. i will find out soon enough. from letica i will go by air to bogota, and im looking at a language school in cartegena, so we will see.

i love you all. i'll keep you posted.

iquitos

2006-06-16T17:21:00.000-07:00

so i am now in the largest jungle city with no road access. the only way to get out here is by boat or plane. its amazing to me that there would even be such a place so far away from all other civilization - and yet here we are with larger markets than i´ve seen in a while and tons of motor cars. our voyage abroad 'Tuky' was wonderful. by far more enjoyable than bus, or the back of a pick-up, but perhaps not the quickest, seeing it took us 4 dias. i loved sleeping in a hammock, and eating at a table with a bunch of other people. and we did have a monkey and a parrot for part of the journey. it was beautiful floating past the amazon jungle, and watching the river dolphinas.

jordan, however did not have such a good experience, seeing he was sick for most of it, and is still recovering. we dont know if it was food or what. whatever it is -its no good.

i feel like i have nothing much insightful or meaningful to say about this last week, perhaps because nothing straining happened. i guess i cant complain about that. it did feel funny because the ship had definite heirarchy within the pasangers. we were never given the option to pay less and sleep on the lower floor. instead we were on the second floor with other gringos and travelers, and im guessing the more well off locals. the lower level had more children and locals. i noticed that they never ate at the table with us, they just brought their meal to their hammocks. also the deckhands never ate with us and never came onto the second level. then there was the captain and his friends and others who paid more for cabins, they would eat with us, but were served better meals and given napkins and coffee afterwards. and maybe, if they liked you, they'd offer you some coffee also. its somewhat uncomfortable to be treated differently according to your money and social status, but sadly enough im getting used to it.

well. soon - possibly menyana, we will head off to laticia columbia, by boat once again. chao.

amazon basin

2006-06-12T12:53:00.000-07:00

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its all so frustrating. i spent so long blogging, and then it didnt even save, i dont know why. but i should tell you that things are wonderful. there've been no nitches. unexpected things, of course, but nothing that has thrown us really off. our travels the other night were crazy - but we made it after cars being towed to gas stations, and pushing vehicles through the mud. nevertheless our hostel was the dingiest little hole ever. i cant even explain. it looked like a prison cell. but hey it was $1.50 a bed. so now we've slung our hammocks and are ready to take sail on a cargo ship along the amazon. i feel like a pirate, all i need is a pet monkey, and there are plenty around here.

its amazing to have something new to try everyday, i cant believe im so lucky. this is all i have left in me. thanks for all the comments, i feel more like writting when i know people read it.

ill try and give you more later

The Andes

2006-06-06T13:41:00.000-07:00

i just returned from a four day trek through the andes. i dont even know where to begin it was just two days ago, but it already seems so far away. we were hiking through the andes on a trail built long ago by the incan people. along the way we saw ruins from their ancient cities and our final destination was machu picchu. it was so interesting to learn of a culture that was so mysterious and mystical. they had such mastery over the land, and yet were very consious of the environment. no one knows how they built these cities or why they were abandoned.

we definetly didnt know what we were signing up for when we payed the bill. i dont even know if im able to call it a trek, we were treated like kings. we had 16 porters for a group of 9. they ran ahead with our bag plus tents tables, chairs, food, tableclothes, and set everything up for us by the time we arrived at camp. they woke us up in the morning by serving us wake-up tea and bringing warm basins of water to wash our hands and face. i felt so spoiled, mind you, by the end i was pretty comfortable with it. now i have to make my own wake-up tea.

we actually did hike though. to a hight of 13,776 ft, and im not sure how far it was, but the altitude does weird things to you. it takes a lot of your energy and makes breathing a lot more work. also i found i had a hard time digesting food. to cope with this they gave us coca leaves which you can use in tea, or stick i your cheek and chew on. they are actually one of the ingredients of cocain, but this is still a natural form, so i guess its ok. thats what all the indeginous people take to help them with the altitude. actually everyone uses it.

right now im in lima, and waiting for a bus to get to la merced, which is in the amazon basin. the buses out here are crazy, something may look close on a map, but its actually 33 hrs by bus. we just spent 20 hr to get from cusco to lima, and then we'll take a 6 hr bus to get to la merced, and from there we´ll take a 4*4 into the jungle which could take between 5 - 8 hr depending on the roads. and once we´re there we'll be taking a 3 day trek through the jungle to the surrounding villages.

wow, there´s so much more i could say. we were staying in cusco with a family, margarita, and her son hoseas. they we're wonderful. i have to say that although im taken back by the aggressiveness of the city people and vendors, i have found that the local peruvian people are very sweet. many times when we're wandering in search of something they will stop to give directions and if we still dont get it they will sometimes leave where they are going to take us there. it makes me consious as to how at home i´ve often found myself much to busy to take care of others, especially strangers. i hope to learn from their generosity and care.

bethany has now left to discover bolivia and brazil. it has been great to have her company during our first few weeks and i know that she will have many stories to tell. http://andesandbeyond.blogspot.com/

i love you all. thanks for your prayers. i have been in many cities and areas where people have told me are very dangerous, but so far i have not had any problems. until next time.

2006-05-30T09:46:00.000-07:00

im mad. i put up pictures and nice little stories, i even punctuated properly. and then it all erased.

better luck next time.

premero semana

2006-05-27T12:35:00.000-07:00

I cant believe that its only been a week. Canada feels so far away. Last night I apearanly was talking in my sleep - in Spanish! Very limited Spanish I'm sure. I tried to ask someone what their name was but instead I ended up telling them that I loved them. oops. Everything is amazing. Bethany and Jordan are here now, they are wonderful company. It´s been very good to get out of the city. Lima has 9 million people in it; I believe. I've found the city people to be very loud. Every taxi honks at the gringo's because they probably want a lift. Everyone yells, I dont know why. And everyone thinks that we want to spend our money on their services or foods. Despite that, I have found Peruvians to be very friendly and helpful people.

The first hostel that I stayed in was so qaint. http://www.hotelespanaperu.com/fotos1.htm It was in centro de Lima. Many people said that it was too dangerous to stay downtown, but we had no problems. I paid four dollars a night. Since then it has only gotten better.

When I first set out to travel, I thought that it was more a quest of discovering new places, but I am begining to see that this is more about the people that you meet, and the sights are a mere compliment. Although we meet many, it seems to be a mutual understanding that these are not friendships to hold onto, but more of memories that we will keep. Sometimes names are not even exchanged. Last night we met the gypsies of South America. They make jewelery out of semi precious stones and travel through all Chili, Argentina, Brazil... etc. They showed me some of their skills and gave us some things too. I was tempted to join them.

Tonight we leave for cusco where we will be staying with a local famillia. And from there a 3 day trek throughout the ruins of the Inca's in Macchu Pichu.

I'm sorry, but I am in not much of a writting mood. Perhaps better luck next time. Bethany has a blog too, hers may be more interesting. http://andesandbeyond.blogspot.com/

Here goes nothing

2006-05-17T22:42:00.000-07:00

dearest friends, family, and stalkers.
this is my attempt to communicate with you all while im gone. i am not making any promises, that what i put on here will be fully truth, or even that i will keep it up. but it's the thought that counts right? so i will try my best to be entertaining and give you somthing worth reading, and maybe some pictures too. enjoy.

bonvoyage!