Man, this trip never ends! So I’ve been in Peru for a while now and I’ve pretty much just been hanging out with my dad. So we left on the 4th, leaving for the airport at 3:00AM and departing around 7:00AM. The cool thing was that my dad insisted that we fly first class. Hey, I wasn’t complaining. The cool thing about that was that you get to hang out in the first class lounge before you leave. You get coffee and CNN, and the paper and all that stuff. And clean bathrooms, which is a plus. We eventually took off and landed for our layover in Mexico where we were to stay for 3 hours. We had to get our passports stamped which entailed waiting in a massive line for an hour, but eventually, after lunch, made it to the lounge where I took it upon myself to take full advantage of the massive refrigerator full of beer, Coke, Red Bull, a full bar, and a coffee machine. I think my final toll came to 5 vodka Red Bulls, 2 beers, 4 coffees, 2 espressos, 1 Coke, 9 pastries, one bottle of water, and 2 rolls – but the fact that our plane was delayed 4 hours kind of helped. We were promised that they would put us up in a hotel and everything at the airport when we arrived because of the delay, but when we finally did arrive, they essentially told us to screw off. First class was pretty comfortable, but if it’s my money, I’m still gonna fly coach. The food is good, but you still can’t sleep – and while you’re staring at the seat in front of you for hours at a time, it doesn’t make much difference if the seat is leather or not. It was something cool to do, though. So anyways, we finally arrived, took a taxi to a hotel and slept. The next two days we explored Lima. I’ve been here before and all the memories came back. The smog, the strange colonial, paint chipped, dilapidated buildings, the tiny cars, the ocean. We ate in some nice restaurants and visited some churches while we were there, which I had already been to, but didn’t mind seeing again. The catacombs always fascinated me. So instead of burying people a few hundred years ago, the Spaniards just decided to take all the bones and clean them off. Then they would organize them in different piles according to the type of bone. Thigh bones here, skulls there, forearm bones there, you get the idea. It’s underground and all musty with lights added for effect and it’s all pretty spooky. The churches here aren’t nearly as impressive as those of Europe, but they are interesting nonetheless.
And so after a few days of hanging out in Lima, we headed up to Cusco. I really like Cusco – it’s one of my favorite cities in the world. The flight was only an hour and when we arrived, we grabbed our bags, hopped in a taxi and were whisked to the town center: La Plaza de Armas. I ordered my dad a coca leaf tea and headed out on the town to track us down a good hotel. I had strict orders to find a warm place with a soft bed. After checking out 5 or 6 places, I finally found one right in the square and we checked in. We spent a few days hanging out in Cusco after that, not doing much but walking around, checking out different restaurants and stuff like that. Cusco is great for doing nothing. You can finish a whole day and when it’s dark, stop and think, “…wait a second…what exactly did I do all day?” The plaza has tons of restaurants with balconies that you can just sit on and overlook the action. There are tons of things going on everywhere you look: little kids trying to shine your shoes and sell stuff to the tourists, restaurant touts trying to con people in for a bit, police strolling, parades, taxis and buses zipping round the huge roundabout, funny tourists just back from the Machu Picchu trek limping around, old brightly dressed ladies with babies on their backs begging for money, church bells ringing, firecrackers going off, locals sitting around doing nothing but laughing, etc…, etc… It’s all quite entertaining to see from above over a cup of mate de coca. We walked around and saw the Inca Walls, which are walls from the time of the Incas. The impressive thing about these walls is that they are just so expertly made. They have absolutely no mortar in between the blocks and each one fits incredibly precisely. They match perfectly, you can’t even fit a knife blade in between each crevice. They still don’t know how they did it, but there are theories about some sort of chemical used to melt the blocks, or something to that effect because apparently they didn’t have iron at their disposal to shape the blocks. And even if they did, it’s hard to imagine that they could chip bocks to be that precise. It really is something you just have to see.
Everything tourist related centers are the Plaza de Armas. It’s the main square that the Spanish built after they arrived in Peru. There are several churches and museums, a little central part with a fountain and benches, lots of restaurants and shops and tons of other things to see and do. There are lots of other plazas nearby and it’s really fun just to wander up and down the hilly, cobbled streets and see what there is to see. So I did that (my dad was too tired to keep up with me) and eventually we headed to Machu Picchu by train early in the morning. They have this pretty incredible system of getting up the mountains whereby which they go up one way, change the tracks and put the train in reverse and go up the next step, then change the tracks and go up the next step forward, and so on and so on in this zig zag way until they get to the top of the mountain. You go through the valleys and around the mountains like this for four hours until you arrive at Aguas Calientes, from which it’s only a 20 minute bus ride up a mountain to the ruins. We got checked into a hotel and headed immediately up to the ruins. The bus goes up this huge set of zig zags on a narrow dirt road until you arrive. We got there and after getting to the lookout, my dad and I split up and set up a meeting later on. My plan was to get to the lookout point that I had been cheated out of my first time at Machu Picchu. I walked the 4 day Inca Train the first time and when we finally arrived at sunrise to the point at which you get your first glimpse of Machu Picchu – the point at which all your work is supposed to be paid off with an incredible view of these ancient ruins – the point at which you are supposed to be knocked on your ass with the shear beauty of the site……and all we saw was fog. Solid fog. One guy held up a postcard of what the view was supposed to look like and took a picture of that in front of the fog. The rest of us just walked through the rain down the mountain.
So it wasn’t raining and I wanted my view. I huffed up the mountain and soon enough, I arrived and got the view I had been missing for two years. It was great! The next thing I did was walk to the Inca Bridge around a different mountain. It’s cool because you can see the train wind up the cliff side and into the distance. You can’t walk on it because it’s overgrown and dangerous, but it’s pretty incredible that people actually had the guts to walk on it in the past. After that, I headed to the ruins to snap a lot of pictures. My first time through, I was running out of space and so I didn’t take many pictures. I wasn’t going to make that mistake again and so I took like 300. I went crazy! It was pretty incredible to wander through the ruins again though…all the feelings of amazement and wonder came right back to me. Although my pictures can’t express the incredible feel of this place, they do a pretty good job of capturing the scope of the ruins, I think. Like my dad said, you have no idea how big this place is until you try to walk around it. It looks small in the pictures, but it’s actually quite expansive. So after a few hours of that, we were pretty beat and we headed back down the mountain. Once we got back to our room, we both got on top of our beds and instantly passed out from exhaustion. An hour later, I got up and took a shower and we headed off in search of food. Aguas Calientes is actually quite an interesting town, too. It’s really small, but it’s got this really nice tourist road that stretches up the hill to some hot springs, a nice little plaza and in the center with a church and all, and friendly people. I took a stroll in the night and saw the locals all crowded at a little cement soccer court where little kids were kicking around the ball before the big kids came out and the game started. Everyone watched the game from stones on the ground, even the police, and I sat around for an hour or so and watched, too. I then wandered around the dirt roads and checked out the town outside of the tourist area. The thing that was interesting is that no one really stares at me like they do in Asia. They all just go about their business and ignore me, pretty much. That night, I met up with a guy I had met in the train station in Cusco and randomly bumped into in the town and we got some beers and played chess – during which time he beat me 3 times. I told him that I really like getting beat. You see, chess is something that I think I’m pretty good at, and when I get beat, it reminds me that I’m not as good as I thought I was. This can be applied to life too.
In the morning, we didn’t do much but sit around and wait for our train to leave. We bought a few gifts for people back home at the market and then headed back to Cusco. Coming on the train was pretty incredible because as you come down the mountain and into the town, you see the whole town all lit up. It’s breathtaking! And with that, we descended into the town, got dinner and went to bed. The next day, I checked my email and found out that my friend Ali was randomly coming to Peru to study Spanish and do some volunteer work. I knew that she would be doing some stuff in Asia or maybe South America, but I didn’t know when or where. And she didn’t even know I was in Peru. But it just so happened that she was flying into Cusco the same day I was to leave it! Man, what a crazy coincidence, but I haven’t seen her in a long time so I decided to stay in Peru for another week to hang out with her and her friend and changed my ticket and stuff to do so. So as it turns out, I’ll be here until the 26th which was the soonest I could change my ticket to. I’ll do some volunteer work here in Cusco in the meantime. So we pretty much did a whole lot of nothing in Cusco again, and yesterday headed back into Lima. My dad must have picked up a bug because he is pretty sick right now, and so it’s just a matter of hanging out until 8:00pm tonight when we go to the airport, I send my dad off at midnight and I roll out my sleeping bag and sleep beneath a table or chair at the airport while I wait for my flight back to Cusco which leaves at 5:50AM the next morning.
Man…what a crazy life I live…
Well, I we hiked 4 days and slept in the jungle/mountains for three nights in tents. We had porters that carried the tents, food and equipment but we carried our backpacks up the trail. Basically, we hiked close to about 30 miles for 4 days up to an altitude of 4200 meters (about 12600 feet) from an altitude of 2300 meters (6900 feet). In one day, we hiked to the top of a mile high mountain from the bottom in about 4 miles distance (so do the math, what is the incline on that bad boy? Too much.). I have never been so physically tired and haven’t laughed as hard as I did on this trip and with this group, in a long time. Below is what transpired.
I woke up early and went and had some breakfast in the time square in Cuzco after I got my shower so I could be all ready for the bus ride up to the point in mountains where we would begin our hike. The bus showed up at 8:30 AM and I hopped on and took a seat. They had already picked up about 15 people and we still had to pick up a few more. Around Cuzco we drove, which is no easy task in a bus as roads are very narrow and steep alley ways cutting between buildings in seemingly random directions. We finally got everyone, including my buddy Martin, and proceeded to park while they put the backpacks on the top of the bus. After about 10 minutes of this, they realized that our bus was screwed up (they had been messing with the front tire the whole time), so we switched to another and put our bags on the new one. From here, we began our journey to our hiking point. We passed a lot of stuff that Martin and I had already seen on our tour to the Cuzco Inca ruins, but it was still nice to see again. It seems that you see something new each time, as the mind can only observe so much when confronted with so much beauty.
After about 45 minutes up the mountain, we parked at some stores for a bathroom break and we bought some candy and visited one of the foulest smelling bathrooms I have ever encountered in my life. Ironically, the guy was really insistent on giving me soap to wash my hands…I guess he didn’t want me spreading whatever diseases he was harboring to the rest of the world. Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the site of some Inca ruins Martin and I had already visited and had a break of about 20 minutes while we waited for the road to open up so we could get to the hiking point. Martin and I walked around and bought a bamboo hiking stick (woven handle with strap and all) for about 66 cents. We also started looking for a cold beer, as we knew it would be the last we would have for several days. No one had one. Every store and restaurant said they would have cold beers later, but not at that time. When we finally tracked one down, it was time to leave and, sadly, we did not get to partake in its glory.
Off we went to the hiking site where we had lunch. It promptly started to rain and we covered all our bags with some plastic ponchos and put on our jackets. Was this how it would be the whole time? It was the beginning of the rainy season, but luckily, the rain stopped shortly after it began. And off we went, hiking a relatively easy trail for about two hours. The porters left us in the dust as they were pretty fit and we chugged along next to the Urabamba river, admiring the scenery. We would stop occasionally and our guide, Santiago, would explain to us some stuff about the Incas or the river or the mountains and it was all quite interesting.
After a while, we came to a sheer mountain wall about 300 feet high and I told Martin, “Hey dude, is that a trail cut into that cliff?”
“I dunno”, was his reply – and 5 minutes later, we were hiking up it. It was very very steep and was just wide enough to walk on. And it was just a slight taste of what was to come.
At the top though, we had a spectacular view of the mountains and the river, and we could also see the first Inca ruin we would encounter on our trip. Deep into the canyon were some huge farming terraces with the ruins standing on top overlooking a few houses below it all. At this point, our guide explained to us that the trail was going to be tough. The Incas made it tough so they could admire the scenery and go through a sort of “spiritual cleansing”; from the massive amounts of sweat one expires while hiking. He also explained that some guys had recently done the whole trek in about 4 hours. We would take 4 days. After this, we hiked down a little bit of the mountain and camped out at one of the many camp sites along the trail. By camp site, I mean someone had a little house/shack with some wild pigs, dogs and turkeys running around and basically let us stay in their backyard. The bathroom was in the field behind us and water could be gotten from the stream behind the tents (although you still had to add a tablet to sanitize it). We had a nice dinner in the dining tent and a few of us stayed up late getting to know each other. As for the bathroom, I remembered from somewhere a cool idea to make it easier. You basically take some string and put it through the toilet paper roll and so you can wear the whole thing as a necklace for easy access in the woods. Shortly thereafter, everyone had a fashionable toilet paper necklace and they served us all well in the proceeding days.
At dinner the previous night, our guide had warned us of this day.
“Don’t worry about the pain and suffering. Use the time to meditate and think about your life in the company of nature.”
Was this guy for real? Pain and suffering? They didn’t mention that part in the brochure.
Yes, he was for real. After breakfast at 6:00AM, and a night of some intense rain in a tent with a hole in the top that kept dripping on Martin’s head, we set off on the trail. We would be hiking about six miles today, four of which were up hill (at 45-65 degree angles). We hiked and hiked and hiked. And sweated and sweated and sweated. The Incas had left some stone steps (huge stone steps) and the trail had since been recovered with more stones to make it last. After about an hour of hiking, I wanted to die. I had the heaviest backpack (as I had packed four days worth of clothes, unlike everyone else) and I was always last. We hiked through the jungle, where mountain streams drained along side the trail and vines and moss hung low from the shadowy trees. We hiked through more arid parts of the trail where you could see spectacular views of the mountains and how far you had hiked (and dishearteningly, how far you still had to hike to the top).
I would take a break occasionally (like every two minutes) so I could breath, give my aching muscles a rest, and let my heart calm down a little bit. It was intense and I was very slow. Eventually, however, I made it to lunch with three other slow people in the group (Martin included).
We rested a bit, had a nice lunch, and then continued on the death march. About three hours later, I made it to the top. And I was nearly dead. The three of us (the slow ones) admired the view for a little bit before heading down the other side of the mountain. The view was spectacular and we were high up in the clouds. The wind blew the clouds up the sides of the mountain peaks very quickly and seeing wisps of clouds flying straight up and over the hill we were on (it was like there was a huge fire on the side of the mountain and smoke was rocketing up) was a very surreal experience.
But going down was almost as difficult as going up, since the huge stone steps were very very steep. And it was cold and windy. With every step, my leg muscles quivered with exhaustion and my calves cried in pain. We were descending about half a mile on a mile and a half long trail. We could see the campsite below and it taunted us as we winded towards and away it on the path down and around the mountain.
When we arrived, we were buried in clouds descending down the mountain and the fogginess in the twilight of the evening was almost spooky. The bathroom was quite a hike down the campsite and everyone was too tired to go so we stood around (as there was no place on the ground that the clouds had left dry) and talked before dinner. Dinner was nice and after, we all went to bed despite the early hour. Our guide had given Martin and I a new tent (we all slept two or three to a tent) since our old one had a hole in the top. Our new tent, however, was even worse, as the zipper wouldn’t shut on the door and we soon found out that there was hole in our new tent as well.
I woke up in the morning with half my sleeping bag hanging out the front of the tent, but no worries – getting dirty was part of the fun. After packing up and having breakfast, we pushed our achy bodies up another mountain, although the hike up was only about an hour or so. There were some ruins half way up the mountain and after a pretty interesting explanation of them, we continued up to the top. The mountain had quite a few natural lakes and the top provided some more spectacular views.
Then we went down some more huge stone steps. Slowly but surely, we made our way past more ruins, through natural caves, over natural springs, past waterfalls and lakes hidden in the sides of the mountains and through narrow parts of the trail dropping off into a foggy abyss off the edge. After lunch, we kept going and eventually, made it to a campsite with hot showers, a restaurant, and beer. We took a hike to some ruins after arriving to the campsite and then went and took a hot shower. Dinner was in a wooden building (a nice change from the tent) and the cook had made a bunch of animals out of vegetables and we all got a good laugh. We ended up finishing dinner and going to bed – again early, due to the pure exhaustion. Before we crashed though, we took a trip down to the showers (actually, it was more like a hike in pitch blackness) since Martin had left his sunglasses in the showers. We pounded on the owner’s door until he let us into the showers but sadly, someone had already taken them. We figured would see someone on the trail with them the next day so we just went back to the camp and went to bed.
I woke up at 2:00 AM in to the sound or rain on the tent. I quickly grabbed my soaked backpack and shoes from outside and covered them up. I took my damp camera out and put it in the sleeping bag to dry (I didn’t turn it on to see if it still worked because I didn’t want it to fry). Two hours later, we were woken up so we could get to Machu Picchu in time to see the sunrise and before all the tourists arrived. It was about a two hour hike to the top of another mountain which overlooked the famous ruins and gave a perfect view of them in their entirety from above. I was of course the last to arrive, which was nice since the trail was only half way up hill and I got a lot of time to enjoy the beauty of the canyons and river below alone (although drenched in sweat since we were in the middle of a really humid rainforest).
When I arrived, we were rewarded with a white abyss where our spectacular view should have been. Disappointed, we started hiking down the mountain towards the stone city with hope that lower down we would get a better view. Then it started to rain. It rained off and off as we hiked down and accompanied us for the first two hours of the Machu Picchu exploration. Eventually, however, it cleared up and became a beautiful day. The ruins were incredible and after our tour, we were free to explore on our own. We hiked through tunnels, caves, a maze of rooms and temples and terraces, and took a hike to the ancient Inca bridge about 45 minutes from the site. You couldn’t actually go on the bridge as the path to it stopped about 100 feet before you got to and the path beyond it was overgrown with trees and shrubs (and was about 2 feet wide and cut into the side of a really high mountain).
After we got back from the hike, it was getting late and the tourists were leaving so we decided to take another journey through the ruins. I split off (about 4 of us were exploring together) and just kind of wandered around. The place is really pretty incredible. Even though I had already been through, it was like I was seeing again for the first time. The huge stones, religious sites, stone steps up the terraces winding around and mountain, narrow pathways leading here and there and rock quarries were mind blowing. You could almost imagine daily Inca life there and getting lost in the immense stone maze was like a sort of meditation. Llamas wandered around as well, munching on the grass in the terraces and, and as the sun set, the shadows cast on the buildings made for some awesome pictures. This place is something that words cannot describe and you really have to visit it to understand.
After we finished wandering (actually, it was more like our bodies couldn’t take walking anymore), we took a bus down the mountain to a small town called Aguas Calientes. We (the 5 of us that had become a group of friends) got a room (5 bucks a night), got dinner (about 3 bucks) and went out playing pool and drinking. Still though, we went to bed fairly early, as Martin and I didn’t yet have a train ticket and we had to get up early to beat the crowd and secure a seat on the train back to Cuzco.
Up early, we got our ticket and took the hour long train ride to the bus station so we could take a bus into Cuzco. We hopped on the bus, got to Cuzco, checked into a hostel and then went out and had lunch. After lunch, we slept a few hours and then went out to get dinner. I had bought some postcards so when kids came up to sell me postcards, I turned the tables and offered them a great deal (about 1000% more the price that they were selling them for) before they could say anything. Most laughed, some walked away confused, and some left as though they thought I was really serious and they wanted to avoid such a bad investment. It was great, and they left us alone. We ended up running into a few Canadian girls from the trip and went to a few clubs with a bunch of free drink tickets (they hand them out to get you to go to their club). At about 2:00 AM, and about 5 clubs later, we all went home pretty drunk and went to bed. In one of the clubs, I was in the bathroom and two guys came in, shut the door, dumped some cocaine on their hands and snorted it up. I turned down their offer for me to join in. Outside, we ran into some girls (who were between about 5 and 7 years old) selling puppets, chocolate and postcards and I made the mistake of giving the few of them a coin each. They ended up harassing us for 20 minutes and the confrontation ended with one of them telling me that other “gringos” give her 10 soles, not just 1 like I had. Insulted, I told her to give it back then at which point she throw a coin on the ground in the dark. I walked away in dismay and one of the other girls picked it up and ran off.
I think it’s wiser just to buy something off of them so they leave you alone and you still get to help them (pride, youth, hunger, and desperation make for some interesting behavior, as I’m sure you can imagine). There had been another soccer game projected on a big screen in the town square and there were still several hundred people in standing around doing nothing. We all stumbled home and went to sleep – a perfect end to a pretty incredible week.
Yesterday, I met up with my buddy Martin in an Irish pub (but not before being accosted by several kids selling postcards, dolls and shoe shines – most of whom speak English surprisingly well) and we chatted for a bit then signed up for a 4 day hike of the Inca Trail (which ends at Machu Pichu). This is gonna be a challenge, as four days of hiking (6k´s a day) with a heavy backpack at 10,000 feet is nothing to scoff at. We also signed up for today´s trip to about three different Incan ruin sites. That night though, there was the Cuzco/Columbia soccer game being played on a big projection sheet in the center of town and I was amazed at how many people there were there – at least several thousand all cheering and moaning with the ups and downs of the game. Martin and I opted to watch the game at a pizza joint though and it worked out rather well. We also tried the National Drink, the Pisco Sour (not too bad).
But in the end, we were tired and we went to our separate hostels after the game to get some rest.
So the next day, after a wonderful breakfast, and an incredible car ride up to the mountains (well, higher mountains than those we were already in), we came to the first set of ruins. The whole way up the mountain, and again once there, you see how the side of each mountain has been carved into a series of steps for agriculture. We hiked for a few hours, seeing a new fortress every thousand feet or so. It was pretty incredible. Although the walls were run down and the roofs off most of the buildings, you could almost imagine daily Incan life as you passed through the rooms and climbed the windy stairs to secluded parts of each compound. We took the trails less traveled and ended up on the top of the highest mountain of the bunch (and drenched in sweat) and the hike down the other side was quite an adventure. Between jumping over rocks, sliding down steep parts of the train, and making our way over stone staircases embedded in the ground.
We drove to the next site, through a small town with cobblestone roads barely big enough to fit a single car and drainage systems along either side with spring water running from the mountain (they were little gutters that allowed access to the houses only with a little ramp).
The site consisted of several different sets of stone staircases up the side of the mountain which one could take to get to connected Incan fortresses via trails. I think the pictures, which will be up within a few days, describe it best. There seemed to be only South American tourists there which was interesting and I got surrounded by young kids asking me to talk to them in English as we were leaving (I kept a hand on my wallet). “How do you say doll”, “Can you say the numbers?”, “Thank you! Bye bye” – of course, all in Spanish. It was fun, although it got a little weird after I counted to 10 and they still wanted me to continue…after all, how high was I to count?
And tomorrow I start the Incan trail with Martin and we´ll see if I survive.
Well, I made it to Cuzco. I had to get up at 3:00AM to catch my taxi and be at the airport at 4:00. The plane ride was pretty normal and sadly, clouds covered most of the awesome landscape below. From the airport, I took a taxi to my hotel and have since spent my day wandering around Cuzco. I feel a little dizzy and very thirsty and I think it´s due to the altitude. I´m up at over 9000 feet and it´s a bit much for the body in one quick jump. Cuzco itself seems to be built on a slant, with criss-crossing streets housing stores and places to eat and populated with people asking to shine your shoes, sell you postcards, or change currency about every 5 feet. The fog rolls in here pretty early and there is already a slight drizzle on the ground. I´ll take some pictures tomorrow and put them up. I´m gonna meet my buddy Martin at a pub tonight to watch a soccer game and I think tomorrow we will see about hiking the Inca Trail which is about a 4 day hike and drops you off at Machu Pichu (do a search on Google for pictures if you want to see). Other than that, not much exciting going on.
Lima was pretty cool. As I already mentioned – it´s huge and very modernized, with the exception of not having railways or trams.
The city tour was nice and we got to see some religious historical stuff, the government buildings and the catacombs in the church. I don´t know how well the pictures came out because everything looks really dark on this monitor, but they were pretty cool. A long time ago, if you were really important, you got to be put in the catacombs (which entails them letting you rot, and then putting each bone in a pile of other like-bones).
Although the hostel at which I stayed was one of the better ones I’ve seen (hot water, clean bathrooms, TV and cable, PlayStation, DVD, ping pong table, laundry, internet), the backpackers there were a bunch of stuck up French and Israelis who wouldn’t even return a hello (even though they spoke English). I think a day was enough to see Lima, although, if I wanted to buy stuff, like electronics or what have you, that´s definitely the place.
Hey everyone. I got in from Santa Cruz all right (after a long wait while they resolved the fact that they cancelled my ticket) and I spent the day exploring Lima. It’s huge with tons of huge buildings and department stores (I was in a 6 story department store today). Later I took a 4 hour tour around the city and met a cool Chilean girl. We walked around the shops after the tour and had coffee. She’s going to show me around Santiago when I get to Chile.
I also booked a flight for Cuzco (the Incan ruins) today and I leave tomorrow morning. I’m going to meet up with an Australian guy I met on the plane to Lima named Martin in Cuzco and we’re gonna terrorize the town. Sorry I don’t have any pictures up yet but this internet sucks and there is no way to upload them. They will be up in a few days though.
Gotta run. I’m tired and have to be up at 4:00 am for the flight tomorrow.