The trip that lit the fire of my ever-burning desire to travel: a World Challenge expedition to Peru in the summer of 2010. This month away, spent exploring city, jungle and village life, hiking across mountains, relaxing in hot springs and climbing a dormant volcano changed my life. Perhaps not in any profound, wishy-washy way, but ever since, I’ve always been looking forward to the next trip away, exploring the world and the people in it. To commemorate my beginnings, so to speak, I’ll be slowly releasing chapters from my diary of that month. The collection is also available in a bound book over at lulu.com or you can purchase it as an eBook pdf download. These posts of writings from years ago will be demarcated by writing in italics.
Yesterday we had a sixteen hour flight to Lima, the capital of Peru. The views from my window were often spectacular. None more so than as we entered the last leg of the flight, Houston to Lima. We had been drifting over the sea, far above the clouds for a few hours when a landmass scarred with valleys and glacial troughs emerged from the blue, like a rocky beach with the tide leaving limpets clinging to the mountains. Long shadows stretched away from the peaks, distorting the landscape like the gnarled skin of a crocodile.
Once at Lima we had pre-booked transport to the Inka Lodge. Close to midnight we hustled and bustled into the taxis and rushed off through a surprisingly busy Lima. The first thought was the run-down look of the whole place; very ad-hok constructions with little evidence of town planning. As a result the drivers were very aggressive, using the horn for anything from “hi” to “move!”
We appeared to travel all the way around Lima before heading inwards and rocketing down the thin and bumpy streets towards our destination.
Half in a daze, we arrived and shifted our bags inside. We were split up into our dorms with the six guys being cramped into a room with barely enough room for the beds let alone for us squeeze past. Read the rest of this entry »