Good day!

Sorry to all i promised up to date blogs, I´ve been busy drinking rum, traveling on buses...oh, and climbing Machu Picchu...you know, the usual!

I have yet to try cuy al horno, or oven cooked guinea pig, but worry not, all in good time. I did however chow down on some street meat the other night. (No, no you pervs) It was pretty much greasy cow on a stick topped off with a hunk of potato, the same way you would top the Christmas tree with an angel or star. And for my Jewish friends and sister who don´t get that, get a little google search engine going on that.

Post our 21 hour bus ride from Lima to Cusco where I had insta-gas and Serg smelled of a bottle and a 1/2 of rum, we arrived at the gateway town of MP. So far, I have decided that Pisco Sour´s arn´t for me, and Peru has a ton of Alpacas. In order to save money for our next venture up north, we began cooking for ourselves. The feature of the evening...Raman Noodles! Oriental Flavor, naturally!

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As for MP, lets just say it was more than amazing. Feel free to be jealous. Besides my mini melt down (which included me refusing to speak Spanish in order to get my way and haggle/lie about being students for student priced tickets to MP) all went well. Peruvians are exceptionally nice considering they put up with a ton of drunk tourists, and everything has been great thus far...including the weather. We were prepared for cold and rain and wind. If you can remember, I spent my last few days at REI with a chub looking at all of the wonderous water proof items I could (and did) purchase. Since days have been warm and evenings just barley cool, i was thinking about returning my 80 dollar rain coat upon my return. Though my better judgement (and by this, i do mean Serg) told me to pack my jacket for MP. My thoughts were that my non h2o proof jacket was MUCH cutier and would look more fabolous when i posted my blog photos...vain?!?...I think so!


And in being to vain, I picked out the right outfit for said photos. I showed up to This Peruvian wonder of the world with my coat (rain proof, thank goodness) tied around my waist, my magnificent REI (complete with flouresent orange rape/ save-my-life whistle) backpack buckeled aound my waist (Oh yes, above the big knot created by the arms of my jacket) AND around my chest. (Easy access to the whistle). I completed my charming look with my NY Yankees hat...just to scream Tourist!!!!!!!!

Enough about myself and to MP, After God saw my ensamble, he laughed and refused to let the sun shine and topped it off with a bunch of rain. Despite it being overcast, we managed some incredible pictures that cannot bring justice to the real deal. The tour was full of information, the climb wasn´t too bad (seeing as we worked out 3 times before the trip), and we even met some great people.

Since I practically forced Serg to get up at 250 am with me in order to be in line for the bus at 4 which left at 530 when MP doesn´t open until 6, we still were pretty energized. We even got tix to adajecent mountain called Wyanna Picchy(?). They only allow 400 people up per day and i was defuckingtermined to get them. (Especially since we paid full price for enterence tix. Clearly Serg´s ID from 1998 when he still had a full head of hair and my 2004 ID when I was a blond virgin didn´t make the cut.) I decided I was tired 3 1/2 hours into our trip and didn´t find it necessary to climb the 2nd mountain. Serg did not agree. He decided that since we awoke at a time when we should still have been out that we were going to climb the shit out of that mountain...And we did, all 2000 and some odd feet of it. And this wasn´t a cute windy lets not get dirty hike. This was a huff and puff, grunt at times, UGLY, steep, straight up 2000 feet climb. We did it up and down, managed to have lunch at the top, and take some cool pics all in 2 and a half hours. Champs?!? Damn Straight.


..........And for that, and because on the tour, I ACCIDENTLY touched the holy stone of energy and got yelled at, on our way out, as we sifted through hords of toursits with big white socks, waterbottle holders, and bad Machu Picchu enscribed hats, our jelly legs couldn´t find our way out of The Inkan Maze. I cried as God again laughed, and then threw some rain on us.

FYI, It was all out of this world, and though we slept for what felt like 39 hours afterwards, I´d do it again...maybe in a month or so, but still again!

Finally, just to let everyone know, We´ll be spending some time in Mancora. It´s up North. It´s sunny and warm....Oh yeah, It´s on a beach!!!!!!!!!

Enjoy your winter friends, I´m going to find my razor!!!


XOXOXO