Returning to Cuzco after the Inca Trail was both wonderful and a bit sad. Chris left a day later, brutally leaving me to rejoin the real world and get back to work. I didn’t have too much of the latter, so I wrote to a couple of clients asking if they had any translations to send me. Be careful what you wish for – I subsequently got buried under a small mountain of work.
I did manage to balance it with seeing a bit more of Cuzco. On Saturday we had absolutely stunning weather – sunshine and about 22C (70F for my American friends). It made for a nice day of sitting near the fountain in the center of town and people-watching.
On Sunday I made my way to the Irish pub to see if they were showing the Broncos game. Success – not only did I get to watch my team beat the Chargers, but I chatted with a couple of fellow long-term travelers. Brandon was from Australia and traveling South and North America for a year before heading to Europe for a wedding. I informed him that he would be forced to show me around Sydney when I arrive there around November. Billy was a Chicagoan spending a couple of months in South America, trying to improve his Spanish. I think I may have successfully talked him into becoming a translator.
On Monday I flew to Lima. I hate to say it, but sometimes when you are in the midst of long-term travel, you don’t really want to do or see anything. Lima was that place for me. It may have been the fact that I would be spending a good 10-12 hours of my two days in Lima working, or the fact that I had met a couple of American girls the week prior to relayed to me how unimpressed they were with the city. I knew I couldn’t hole myself up the entire time though, so I wandered two blocks from the apartment I had rented in Miraflores to discover a shopping mall impressively overlooking the ocean from a cliff a couple hundred feet up. I sat and had a beer and soaked it in.
I was extremely excited when the day came to head to Buenos Aires. It meant that Kate was coming the next day, that I would get a glimpse of this city that one of my best friends Holly told me so much about (and which I will be spending all of February exploring), and that Antarctica was coming up soon.
I landed in BA square in the middle of a heat wave. The locals would later tell me they haven’t seen heat like this in a while. Kate and I checked a few things off the list – a giant steak dinner and a milonga show (more on that later). Sadly I had to finish up a couple of major work projects before heading off the grid and towards the 7th continent. I’ll have more to post on Buenos Aires next month.
Now Kate and I are sitting in a restaurant in Ushuaia, Argentina. It’s considered the southernmost city in the world – technically there are other “cities” farther south, but they are considered to be towns more than anything. When we first arrived it felt very Iceland-like, which is interesting considering that Iceland is where I met Kate a year and a half ago. Crazy where life can lead you when you travel (especially solo) – in this case, Antarctica.
Things are starting to stir here in our meeting place; we embark on our journey in about 15 minutes. We are both INSANELY excited – Kate even mentioned that it almost felt as if her wedding day had arrived. I couldn’t agree more. In fact, I might be even more excited about this trip than I will be on my wedding day.
I’ll be writing throughout the trip, but sadly I won’t be able to post until we get back within range of civilization in 12 days. In the meantime, GO BRONCOS!!!!