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Its like North America…but South.

Not my best video, since I didn’t really focus much on taking videos..But I definitely get some good ones in there.


Sorry I haven’t updated. But I am in effing Rio De Janeiro. Updating the blog is the last thing on my mind and the only reason I am doing it now is because I am so incredibly hungover and tired that the only thing I can move is my fingers across my keyboard.

And I have to change hostels in a couple of minutes.

Last night we were in Lapa, where a huge street party is held. Im serious, one that can rival any big night in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. It happens here every Friday just for funsies.

Samba in the clubs. Capoeira in the streets. Extreme alcoholic drinks that cost 2 dollars. = Insanely good fun.

Me: So where did you go to school?
Her: Oh, University of Washington.
Me: ME TOO!!!
Her: FELLOW HUSKY! What year you graduate?
Me: 2006
Her: ME TOO!!!!!!
Me: Did you live in the dorms?
Her: Yeah, Lander and McCarty.
Me: ME TOO!!!!!!!
Her: AHHHHH!!!!!!
Me: AAHHHHH!!!!!!!

Back home soon. Crazy. Almost as crazy as the 40+ hour commute to get there.

No amount of words, or pictures, could do Machu Picchu justice.

I will try though, later, since Cynthia and I hardly slept a wink at our first hostel in Buenos Aires.

Our new hostel is %^&*ing amazing.

Hope everyone had a great Independence day back in the States. Ironically our hostel in Peru was playing Independence Day on TV.

Seriously, this stone oven heated empanada was so good that I contemplated turning around and applauding the cook. When I took a bite out of it, I didn’t know if I should have cried to let the other people in line know how good it was.

Here in Peru, they call Corn, Choclo. At first I thought they were saying Choco, which made for some nice confusion on my part. I would seriously go around and think “WHY would I want chocolate with cheese?”. I am a dumbass.

The Boleto Turistico everyone must buy to see the ruins.

Its cold in Cusco at night. This is how Cynthia would heat up her jacket in the morning. By putting it on top of the heater.

Its like Corn Nuts, only the corn is the size of my fist.

Every morning.

After I took this picture, 467 people came out of nowhere and asked Cynthia if she wanted to buy a painting. Damn you Plaza De Armas!

Cusco is officially my favorite city in Peru. Although I am completely positive that I am not the only one that shares this sentiment. It was SUCH a welcome change from the hell that was scary hostel Lima. It reminds me a lot of small towns in Europe, with a huge tourist appeal. What do I mean by that? It means that you literally can’t walk two seconds in Cusco without someone offering you a menu to their restaurant, massage services, souvenirs, etc. Seriously, it is kinda overwhelming at times; so overwhelming that I think carrying samurai swords for intimidation should be allowed.

Walking around the town is breathtaking. Literally. Stupid altitude. There are rainbow flags everywhere as well. I had to rub my eyes to remind myself that I wasn’t in the Castro district in San Francisco.

It is definitely safe though and most people spend at least a couple of days here. Our first day we arrived and literally collapsed due to no sleep the night before. It was great walking around the town, getting some food, and having nothing to worry about. It is also nice so you can get adjusted to the altitude as well. (The cafe in front of us plays Lady Gaga, best. cafe. ever.) Another note, I am completely addicted to Coca tea. These are the leaves that is EVERYWHERE to help people fight off altitude sickness. Cynthia and I have overdosed on it a couple of times.

Little girls walk around here with baby alpacas so you can take pictures. Instead I want to grab the alpaca, push the girl away, and steal it. Is this wrong? Well if it is, then baby alpacas should not be so cute.

One of the cheapest finds so far in the city to eat? A Japanese restaurant hidden in an alleyway. Needless to say, Cynthia almost cried tears of joy that she got to eat something other than Chicken, beans and rice.

Second day was full of museums and walking around to see what we wanted to buy as souvenirs when we got back from our two day tour to Macchu Picchu.

Of course, that is another post. I will also do another post on more pictures of Cusco, but now its time to leave the confines of the internet and go exploring some more.

Lima, Peru. What can I say about this city? Well, first of all, spend as little time here as you possibly can. After our long flight from Costa Rica, we landed in Lima and had our personal driver hold a sign with our names on them to take us to our hostel. We felt like celebrities, even though countless of other people had similar signs. Its the small things.

Our celebrity like status shortly disappeared though as soon as we arrived at our Hostel. It seemed OK at first, but we were Oh So Wrong.

After checking in, Cynthia and I decided to get some of our food on. Now, the city of Lima is like a punch to the face. It is loud, dirty and has the most horrible rush hour traffic I have seen outside of LA. Actually I would rather be stuck in LA rush hour 100 fold than ever be driving in Lima. Even crossing the streets here instilled fear a fear in me that I hadn’t felt since dangerous intersections in China or attempting to cross the streets in Phnom Penh or Ho Chi Minh City in Southeast Asia.

Cynthia refused to speak English, thinking that we would stand out too much and someone would kidnap her. They weren’t really staring at her though, they were staring at me, since I was the one that stood out. It could be the five o-clock shadow and lighter skin, or the fact that I am one foot taller than most males here.

We found a mall a couple of blocks down that was really nice actually. Cynthia insisted we stay there since it was where she felt the “safest”. I agreed to stay only because she is a 17 year old poor traveling newbie. We had a wonderful meal there though. Chicken and fries, which I feel will be a staple food here in Peru.

Now, the hostel. When we got back we realized that the beds were harder than rocks. Seriously, I think we could have slept on the floor and been more comfortable. The only reason we didn’t is because the pillows they gave us could be used as weapons during war. Cynthia and I also took the coldest showers in our life. I have heard that cold showers in Peru is very normal, but it seems like the hostal owners put an extra set of ice in the water before we showered.

Cynthia and I stayed up watching Cold Case and The Mentalist (which she now considers the greatest show ever) to soothe our pain. Also, the hostel was loud, in an unsafe part of town, and we also had to wake up at 3 in the morning to catch or flight to Cusco.

Needless to say, when we arrived to the gateway of the Sacred Valley, we collapsed almost the whole day.

Next up, our two day trek to Macchu Picchu.

Oh god, so excited.

First Pisco Sour (well, in Peru). Its like a more refreshing Margarita. Like times 100.

Getting my buzz on.