

For starters this time around, some pics of Joo and Kiwi modeling their dream vehicles... and then several more shots of the parade (before we started joining in)...











Well, we did in fact make it out to Chile as planned. We had treated ourselves with a final 7 hour bus ride on the illustrious Cruz del Sur, the Rolex of Peruvian buses (it was only 1$ more per ticket). JooYeon loved it as we had our own enclosed waiting lounge and, most importantly, a secure hold for our luggage.

There remained some tense moments at the border town, the final chance for Peruvian thieves to steal our goods. I guess that sounds kind of racist... I should clarify that the general populace of Peruvians were absolutely wonderful, kind, and lovely. I had just never had to watch our possessions and doublecheck safety concerns in all of my travels (although India came close). I even started taking pictures of people we talked with and cars we rode in to have evidence for if and when things went wrong. Then again, I guess all of this comes with the territory whenever there are economic differences between people. And ideally, if I weren´t as attached to my possessions, it wouldn´t bother me as much. The love of money... I remember getting two detentions in fourth grade for refusing to write a report on money because I felt it was so evil. But much more than possessions, I think I´m a lot more conscious of dangers this time around, since I´m travelling with Joo instead of alone...

In any case, we all had a WONDERFUL time overall in Peru, with loads of good memories and experiences, but it was still a bit relieving to cross the border into Chile, where our economic battles were more likely to be with the price tags. Or so we thought. But Peru had gotten deeper into our blood than we realized, as was made clear when JooYeon first saw our room we´d reserved in Arica, Chile. (Even I was surprised how dirty it was, as it had specifically been advertised as clean by the lonely planet.) She immediately made her sour lemon face and proceeded to sing about 50 verses of ¨Take me to Arequipa¨to the tune of ¨Take me home country roads¨, and asked me several times if I remembered how clean Heather´s bed had been back in Arizona.






Until next time... may your dreams be free of IBBs!
I wonder if IBB are anything like worries of a mother for the travellers? And along the same lines...you play the music and we can imagine the dancing! Mom
ReplyDeleteAwww... my poor mother! And now with both children running around in a desert far from home... if it helps you sleep, know that I am being EXTREMELY careful on this trip, and I haven´t met a single cannibal :)
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