When bravery runs out, count on faith

September 3rd

Traveling to La Paz and meeting Alma at our hostel sounded great in theory. Taking a taxi in the dark from the airport for 30 minutes into a gaint, dirty city of 3 million people to find a hotel the size of a postage stamp left me in the back seat of the tiny old car praying my guts out. I have no idea how many “Our Fathers¬¥¬¥ it took, but thankfully the taxista was honest and I arrived safely. Alma was waiting. The hostel was clean. All was great.
We left yesterday morning first thing for Peru. We traveled 14 hours by bus and arrived in Cusco late last night, exhausted and cursing the size of South American bus seats. Again, I am not Amazonian in size. My height is very much American and I have bruises on my shins from the seat in front of me for proof. But the drive was incredible, with amazing views of the teal Lake Titicaca, snowcapped Andean mountains, hearders tending to their animals on the mountainsides, etc. Once the stars came out, it was like our bus was being guided into the city of Cusco, where we were greeted by cobblestone streets, giant looming Cathedrals on every corner and warm, friendly people. I am so cautious when I travel that I am just not used to having people tell me the truth and not take advantage of the fact that I usually have no idea of where I am or where I am going. This has not been the case on this trip. So far, Bolivians and Peruvians are some of the sweetest, most hospitable people I´ve ever met. To the point that I tried to pay dollars for our first hostel when the bill was in Bolivianos. The clerk handed me back more than $80. Love that.
Thank God for honesty and the golden rule.
I have a train ticket in hand for Machu Picchu. We are leaving this morning and will return tomorrow night. The idea is to see the sunrise from the Sacred Valley tomorrow. I feel like I¬¥m living a current day “Motorcycle Diaries¬¥¬¥ of sorts, minus the communism.

I can´t wait to return one day to Cusco, by plane, and spend weeks here. Considering I arrived less than 10 hours ago, that tells you something about the charm of this Incan capital.


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9 Responses

  1. Your trip’s been awesome to read so far, Kelli. Glad you made it to Cusco all in one piece. Looking forward to your account of the Macchu Picchu sunrise. Will there be any pics posted when you get back?

    Enjoy your last week down there. Nothing much exciting has happened in Phoenix while you’ve been gone. Apart from maybe it being one degree cooler. Yahoo!

  2. oh. 14 hours in a comfortable seat would be a bit much! your poor legs!

    i guess you are on the last leg of your trip. can’t wait to see your pix!

  3. brave kelli, you are on an amazing trip.
    i could relate to some of your journey i have taken in other south american countries. your story reawakens that in me. you will have lasting memories. keep safe.

  4. Sounds so magical (‘cept for the bruised bits) – I can totally imagine the starry skies. I can’t wait to see pictures from these adventures and hear you tell me your stories in all their detailed glory.

    Happy happy travels!

    And big kisses to all the Peruvian and Bolivian people for their warmth and honesty — I knew that sincerity existed somewhere. I’m wishing you continued successful travels right now 🙂

  5. ack! I’m so excited for you! I can’t wait to see pics and have a WONDERFUL time at Macchu Pichu. I am more than a little jealous!

    Have a great rest of your trip!

  6. Wow, what an adventure! Stay safe

  7. qu√© bueno!!! me alegro que todo vaya bien…

    un besito!

  8. Ive had a totally crappy day, and your post seems to put it all into perspective. Bringing me out of my “little” space, being reminded of how large the world really is and how small my problems really are. Many, many blessings!

  9. Thanks for all the updates. I have had more than one of those taxi rides where you just pray you’ll actually be taken to the location that you’ve requested and the driver will find it. And Machu Picchu is on that list of places to see before I die. I can’t wait to hear all about it. 🙂