I Guess We Can Make it There, We've Made it Everywhere, New York, New York

It has been a wild and woolly week for us back in the states.  We have had a wonderful time catching up with everyone while trying to pin down jobs and a home, but it does feel a little weird being back on home turf.  Everything is so easy here!  There is always toilet paper in the stall, everyone speaks English, signs make sense... I had forgotten what it was like to understand how a country works, and it is really, really nice.

We flew into Dallas from Lima (via Miami) and were driven to Abilene by my sister Erin and my niece Kate (Kate didn't do much driving, as she is 4, but she provided the entertainment).  It was so great to see them and have the 3 car-hours to catch up.  

Kate in her Peruvian hoodie

Seeing my mom in Abilene was also fantastic, and shortly followed by an awesome BBQ-filled party!  Mom wanted to throw us a post-wedding celebration since a lot of our family friends couldn't come to New York in April, so we thoroughly enjoyed the very Texas-flavored event.

The other important party waiting for us in Abilene was B'Easy, who I am thrilled to say remembered us clearly and repeatedly threw herself on the ground while whimpering and whining - those who know her know that equals happiness.  

We were so excited to be reunited!  My mom had taken excellent care of her, and she had apparently been a good girl for most of the 6 months.  While in West Texas, we also made our way to Lubbock to see my dad and stepmom, who sadly couldn't join us at the party due to my dad's being in the hospital (I am pleased to report he is back home and doing much better!), and we really enjoyed the visit, as well as the very West Texan drive through cotton fields and windmills.

The elementary school where my mom teaches had been following our adventures around the world in combination with their geography studies (with the teachers leaving out our more wine-soaked and Bangkok-ian escapades, I presume!), so we visited to answer their questions.  They were adorable!  The third graders were obsessed with sharks, with which we had had no encounters but that wasn't enough to deter them, and the fifth graders were a little too cool to ask many questions.  Fourth grade, we discovered, is the sweet spot, with the kids asking really thoughtful questions about our transportation methods and various climates.  It was so much fun to see their enthusiasm for the world beyond the USA!

The last Abilene job was to pick up and pack the gigantic moving truck that would take us to New York.  The Penske place ran out of 12-foot trucks, so we ended up with this 16-foot behemoth that I would have to navigate through the Manhattan streets!  I was a bit intimidated but by the time we pulled away from my Mom's house I felt mostly comfortable behind the wheel.  Good thing, because that's where I would end up for the next four days!  Once we loaded in the furniture that would make the cross country trip, we were pleased to see the spacious interior would accommodate us as well, should we have trouble finding a place to live.

The drive went as smoothly as possible, which was extraordinarily lucky - no accidents!  Yet!  (We still have the truck - anything can happen.)  Our first night we stayed in Dallas with Erin, Gary, and another great dose of Kate, who requested that I tuck her in.  Amazingly, after traveling the world and only getting lost in jungles, we got completely turned around in the Dallas suburbs between buying a couch at Ikea and finding my sister's house!  We did finally make it though, and enjoyed amazing steaks and a few glasses of wine, already making up for our drive.

The next two nights were spent in Nashville and D.C., with Casey and Alan, and Dom and Kristen, respectively.  Both nights were fantastic opportunities to catch up, despite varying degrees of bad behavior from B'Easy - apparently excitable chihuahua mixes are great friends, blind pugs are not.  The trip itself was absolutely gorgeous, with the trees just starting to turn all the way from Arkansas to Maryland, so when we weren't singing along with with REM or petting B'Easy, we were just taking in the views.  

Staying up late with our friends/family combined with getting up early to get on the road resulted in a very tired me by the time we arrived in New York, but our first glimpse of the skyline from the gritty New Jersey turnpike was enough to perk up any weary traveller.  We turned up "New York, New York" on the iPod and prepared to sail effortlessly through the Holland Tunnel...

...where we were turned away, directed to the Lincoln Tunnel, had our truck searched, and charged a $16 toll.  Welcome home!

Our few days in New York have been no less eventful that the rest of our travels.  As soon as we had parked in Manhattan and dropped off B'Easy with her Aunt Brooke, I headed to Joanne's bridal shower, and Ben met with our apartment broker!  Unfortunately, that guy turned out to be a useless idiot, so we found ourselves at the Apple store using their free internet to scour craigslist for more leads, again cursing the thugs who took our laptop.  

However, our hard work paid off!  By the end of the next day, we had signed a lease, and as of tomorrow we will be happy residents of Williamsburg, Brooklyn!  For those who don't know New York, Williamsburg is where all the cool hipster kids live, so the next time you see us we might be in hornrim glasses and ironic flannel.  

The view from our new rooftop!

We had to celebrate finding our new home, so, it being a Sunday, we headed immediately to P.J. Clarke's, where our favorite bartenders were faithfully awaiting us!  A pair of Hoegaardens has never tasted better.  Furthering our luck, between pulling into NYC on Saturday and moving tomorrow, we have been able to use my friend Mike's house in Cold Spring about an hour north of the city as a home base, which is especially amazing as his land can accommodate both our enormous truck and our crazy dog - no easy feat in the New York area.  It has been a godsend to have his house as a shelter these past few days.

So tomorrow is moving day, the last step in our wild honeymoon, which I guess is now officially over.  We have had the trip of a lifetime and seen so many astounding, incredible things.  However, in these past few days, the fall colors of eastern Tennessee, the wine enjoyed with friends, and the fantastic view that we, as of tomorrow, will enjoy from our balcony have reminded me that there are some wonderful moments to be had here in the USA.

It is good to be home.


Epilogue - the trip by numbers:

* Miles travelled (not counting day trips, aimless wandering and runs) - 53,515
* Most confusing exchange rate (to $1) - 18,000 (Vietnamese Dong)
* Photos uploaded to flickr - you've checked them all, right? - 2,531
* Beds slept in (including two hostels in one night in Cusco) - 64
* Nights spent on planes, trains and automobiles - 21
* Flights taken - 20
* Books read - 37
* Countries visited - 15
* Continents visited - 6
* Police incidents - 2
* Delayed flights - 1!!!
* Cheapest beer - $0.08



Macho Picchu

When our bus finally pulled into Puno station about an hour late we were pleasently surprised to see that the only other passengers appeared to be a wizened old Peruvian woman, her small son and several fishing nets full of pigs(!) Given the pigs would be in the hold we thought this might mean a relatively restful journey but we were to be sorely disappointed. We haven´t yet figured out the extent to which it´s official policy vs. a nice little earner for the drivers but most Peruvian buses with space will, regardless of their schedule, remedy that by trawling the outskirts of nearby towns for anyone who needs a lift. The entertaining consolation is that the passengers already on the bus (including other hitchers), will protest any subsequent pause by drumming on the bus sides and shouting "Vamos! Vamos!" as loud as they can. Always up for a cultural experience we joined in heartily but as the evening dragged on the bus gradually filled up with shifty looking guys and old women. As we discovered on Lake Titicaca, Peruvian women take wearing lots of layers seriously and it sometimes seems that rather than changing they just add another couple of blankets every year. By middle age most appear as bowler hat-topped hillocks of shuffling fabric an effect enhanced by the fact that most also carry around several huge slings containing bales of knitwear, kitchen appliances and children. The ability to always take up adjacent seats on planes and buses is one of the biggest advantages of travelling as a couple.

Some fellow passengers:

Unfortunately at some point in the night we were treated to the most authentic South American bus journey experience of all and had our laptop and shiny leatherman knife stolen from our bags. We were awake the whole time and realized what had happened quite quickly (despite the theives replacing the laptop with a bottle of water in its case!), but with no help at all from the bus drivers there was very little we could do. Apart, of course, from shouting a lot in broken Spanish and standing in front of the bus until the driver sulkily agreed to call the police. After a long detour to the station and an hour spent watching a policeman write out a full sheet of A4´s worth of handwritten report we finally hit the road again but did not reach Cusco until 3.00a.m. Given we had a train ticket from a station (that was itself a taxi ride from town) at 7.00a.m. we very nearly went straight to the station but the freezing Andean night convinced us to find a hostel where we spent two and a half hours dreaming of elaborate and gory punishments for laptop thieves.

With a new morning came a fresh perspective and while still angry we were also incredibly relieved that our passports and glasses hadn´t gone with the laptop. Our friends Andy and Tara (see the link on the right) have recently been through the nightmare of having their passports stolen mid-trip and with their experience in mind we had to admit things could have been much worse.

The "Machu Picchu experience" was to prove the slickest operation either of us had seen in South America and that began with the Peru Rail train to Aguas Calientes a.k.a. Machu Picchu Pueblo. Punctual and clean, the train wound its way through the heart of the Incan Sacred Valley for three spectacular hours before we pulled into our destination and were immediately swept off to a decent hostel. The tiny village of Aguas Calientes straddles two rivers and the only motorized transport is the shuttle buses which run people up to Machu Picchu itself. While it´s dominated by restaurants and a tacky trinket market you can´t spend much time in South America without getting good at ignoring those and the mountain setting more than made up for any cultural shortcomings.

The next day was to be the grand finale of the trip and something we had both been looking forward to for months - our trip to the ´lost Incan city´of Machu Picchu. There are two ways to reach the site itself from Aguas Calientes: you can spend $7 on an 8km shuttle bus ride or get up early and yomp up a dizzyingly steep staircase through the jungle. We obviously chose b). and started our hike by head-torch at 4a.m.! As soon as we left the town we were treated to a amazingly clear starlit night spoilt only by the intimidating crocodiles of headtorches winding their way up the mountain ahead of us. Given how well-known the trek is I was amazed at how physically challenging it was and we wore out every one of the extra red blood cells we´d developed gasping our way around Puno.

This is the bus route - the trail cuts up the center of each switchback:

Megan celebrating our eventual arrival with a new friend at around 5.15a.m.

When the gates opened at 6a.m. we immediately climbed a little further to reach the hut from which you get the classic postcard view. The reward for arriving so early, assuming the weather is kind, is that you get to see the ruins slowly illuminated by the sun rising over the jungle coated mountains to the East. The still empty site is gradually flooded with deep shadows and the Eastern side of the ridge is soon basking in golden sunshine before the night mists have burnt away from the West. As has happened a couple of times already on this trip this is the point where words really begin to fail me. There is simply something magical in the combination of the ruins and their setting which seems to resonate deeply with everyone who experiences it and which left us grinning like idiots.

We spent the next couple of hours exploring the ruins and taking hundreds of photos of the temples, astronomical observatories and agricultural terraces which make up the citadel. While archaeologists now know a huge amount about the ruins themselves, exactly when or why they were built remains a mystery. We are currently reading "The Last Days of the Incas" by Kim MacQuarie which supports the theory that they were a form of royal retreat akin to a sixteenth century Camp David. What seems certain however is that the conquistadores never knew Machu Picchu existed and we could only wonder what it must have felt like to ´discover´the city in 1911.

The second part of our prize for getting up so early was that we were one of the first 400 people to arrive and were therefore allowed to climb Huayna Picchu - the seemingly vertical mountain which rises up behind the ruins in the photos above. If the morning´s climb was tough, this was another level entirely. I started off marvelling that back home the authorities would have had to invest in more handrails and probably made us sign a disclaimer but by the time we scrambled to the top we both agreed there is no way on earth anyone would be allowed with a mile of this mountain were it in the US without crampons, ropes and ideally a parachute. Several sections were more like stone ladders than a trail and it is no exaggeration to say that a simple slip could have been fatal along most of the route. The upside, of course, was even more photo opportunities.

After rallying ourself with a nutritious picnic of tinned tuna and chocolate biscusits we trudged back down to Aguas Calientes, bribed our hostel owner into letting us shower and headed back to the train. In order to keep to our increasingly tight schedule we had been ´forced´to spring for the luxurious Hiram Bircham train back up the Valley which was a marked improvement on the Backpacker coach on which we´d arrived. This being Peru however luxury = entertainment so no sooner had we settled in to read our books two jesters appeared followed by an Alpaca Wool fashion show all set to pounding techno music. Yay. From the train station we took a taxi for a smooth 80km back to Cusco and 19 hours after waking up finally, finally slept.

...for 3 hours until we realized that the hostel we had collapsed into was the top floor of Discoteca RAZA! Even in our sleep deprived state we had to laugh when we angrily dragged our bags across the road at 3.30a.m. and the bouncers tried to give us fliers.

As we knew would be the case we can´t help but think of our last few days in Peru as a chance to finish shopping, eat well, keep clean and not get anything else stolen. Cusco is the former center of the Incan empire - the city from which they launched the campaigns which captured huge swathes of South America in 90 years. It is also the city from which the Spanish conquered that new empire and in which all 200 of them were beseiged by their former ally Manco Inca and hundreds of thousands of his warriors in the 1530s. As you would imagine it is filled with incredible buildings and ruins and the sense of history is palpable but we are shamelessly limiting ourselves to sights that are cheap and no more than a short stroll from the pleasent Plaza de Armas and the reliable comforts of the town´s only McDonalds - after six months we just don´t care.

Incan stone walls form the foundations of many of the town center buildings:

Two sights which made the cut were the town cathedral (featuring an enormous depiction of the last supper (menu: guinea pig)), and the Saqsaywaman complex. This Incan fort, built on one of the hills surrounding the town, was the base from which Manco Inca had directed the aforementioned rebellion. The seige of Cusco was eventually broken when a desperate band of 30(!) Spanish cavalry broke out of town and rode in search of the Incan emperor, storming the walls visible in the photo below, forcing the emperor to retreat to Ollytatambo and demoralizing his massed armies.

Nearby was Cusco´s version of Rio´s Cristo Redemptor. Smaller and less elegantly proportioned than Brazil´s version, when floodlit at night he looks a lot like Casper the friendly ghost but still has spectacular views of town.

The Plaza De armas by night (Casper is top right)

If you´ve made it through this marathon post you´ll probably be eager to know when we plan on finishing this blog. Well the good news is that after 22 hours on a bus (6 movies, one dvd of Bollywood hits and one of Peruvian folkloric music) we are currently sat in Lima awaiting our flight back to the good ole USA. The bad news is that in an attempt to put off the inevitable we are planning to count our drive back to NYC itself so will probably have one or two updates yet. Stay tuned!


Lake Titicaca (hee hee!)

We had a quiet first few days in Perú, mainly because a large chunk of that time was spent on a bus. When on tierra firma, though, we have enjoyed ourselves. Perú has such a rich culture and history, and an ancient way of life that is still lived and celebrated by many people.

Our time in Perú began in Lima, which is unfortunately nothing to write home about - it´s quite possibly the ugliest major city I´ve ever seen, completely devoid of interesting landmarks or natural beauty to set it apart. There are a few decent colonial buildings that we took some boring pictures of but that´s about it!

Once we´d gotten the lay of the land, we decided the best course of action would be to get the heck out of there.

Had we known what awaited us we might have been less excited, as after 27 hours on a bus we would have gladly been back in Lima rather than spend one more minute in transit.

The first leg of our trip was 19 hours, an amount of time we´ve done a couple times before, so we weren´t too intimidated. However, in Perú, bus operators feel the need to entertain their passengers, and by entertain I mean show blaring constant DVDs for 15 of the 19 hours. We only had 4 hours to try to sleep, which were interrupted by our bus blowing a tire, stranding us on the side of the road for two early-morning hours, prompting the driver to "entertain" us with yet more videos. I was shocked by the graphically violent content (Apocalypto! Some Japanese torture porn?! What!!?) when there were little kids on board (not to mention sleepy gringos who just wanted to read), as well as the obnoxious volume which made it impossible to pay attention to anything else. Once we reached Arequipa, we had an hour´s break before starting our 7 hour trip to Puno. Luckily the DVD player was broken on this bus so we were just treated to yelping folkloric music the whole way. Ay ay ay!

Puno made up for the comute by being slightly more charming than Lima, or at least having one nice walkable high street lined with native people dressed in traditional clothes and bowler hats, giving us the comforting feeling that we weren´t about to be mugged.

Once we´d explored a bit we went in search of a nice meal - 27 hours on a bus will make you desparate for a fresh green vegetable - where we decided to order the famous regional delicacy - guinea pig! Now, Erin and I had two pet guinea pigs when we were little, Nutmeg and Spice ("Cooking suggestions!" says Ben.), so I was a bit nervous to order it and even more alarmed when it showed up:

So lifelike! Despite our attempt to enjoy the culturally significant dish, we were disappointed by the miniscule amount of meat it provided - not really worth killing the cute little guy.

Once we´d gotten fed and recovered from our altitude sickness (apparently going from sea level to almost 4000 meters in one day is bad for you!), it was time to take advantage of our reason for being in Puno - the amazing lake! Lake Titicaca made me giggle throughout high school geography (second only to Djibouti!), but it actually is a gorgeous gigantic lake. The thin air at high altitude makes the lake´s surface sparkle beneath the snow-capped Andes on the Bolivian side. It´s really spectacular.

The best way to enjoy the lake is via the islands, so we embarked on a 2-day adventure. The closest islands to Puno are the Uros, a collection of 40 or so man-made floating islands made of reeds and anchored to the lake floor.

It was amazing to see how the people used the reeds to make their islands, boats, houses, cooking fuel, and even snacks! They also use solar panels to watch TV in their little huts, which I thought was quite impressive. The islanders all used to be fishermen but now that tourism has arrived they live mostly to sell their weaving and show off their islands, replacing their old Aymara language with English, French, etc. - a little too commercialized for my taste but it was a fascinating visit.

Next we headed to Amantani, a real (non-floating) island filled with Quechua speaking farmers who haven´t embraced tourism quite as obviously. We had an amazing experience on the island, spending the night (without electricity or running water!) with a local family, who luckily spoke Spanish and Quechua, so communication was easy. Our hostess cooked traditional meals for us and loaned us traditional clothes to wear to the night´s fiesta. The fiesta definitely exists just to please the tourists but we did enjoy dancing around in a circle to the pan-flute band. The island is worth visiting for the views alone, but the opportunity to stay with a family was really priceless.

The next morning, after saying our goodbyes to our host, we headed over to the other large island, Taquile (where they do not serve tequila, despite the obvious marketing connection). This island was a bit more modern and tourist-friendly than Amantani, so we didn´t stay too long - we basically hiked to the top, had a delicious fresh trout lunch, hiked down, and motored back to Puno.

We are now about to board our penultimate long distance bus, this time to Cuzco, before the unthinkable happens - our return to the USA! There is still more to see and do, though, so we´re trying not to dwell on our return just yet.