I feel the need, the necessity, the desire to blog about my experience in Peru before I embark on my next trip to Africa. *Whoo, I do a little dance.* As per Peru, I will just let the pictures speaks for themselves:
Stepping off the Airport in Cusco, I was greeted with Ana Neuyel
I started my trip with biking down from the highest peak, Abra de Malaga Pass(4,350 Meters above sea level)
Some Bicycling mishaps within our group
Heading out to Level 3 Rapids Rafting (yes, I know not how to swim very well)
Worth the hike
Passing abandoned town
Drinking with some crazy folks
I was Inka-ed
Fuck, yes, it was indeed that cool
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I wish I had more content to say. Maybe, I'll edit later. But in all honesty, I can write a novel about how I felt making my way up to Machu Picchu. Yes, there were tears. We will hold out for that, maybe in my next entry.
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