Two Beers and a Pretzel

I’m debating whether the $800 for a flight would have been worth it.

I’m exhausted.  56 hours turned into 62 when a river in Southern Peru washed out the road and we had to wait 1/2 a day for an earth-mover to show up.  I’ll do you all a huge favor and omit the picture of what passes for a bathroom in that area.

A number of guidebooks talk about the varied topography of Chile and Peru.  Lemme tell you – that was 3 days of nothing worth looking at.  I thought Patagonia was bleak.  This was miles and miles of barren nothingness.  Not even plants.  Even Nazca was a drag because you really can’t see ant of the cool stuff from the road.

So tomorrow I get to decide between a $350 roundtrip airplane ticket to Cuzco and back, or a $30 each way bus ride that will take 12 hours per trip.  I’m seriously considering the plane ticket.  By the end of the bus trip today I was withing 3 girls whould  “shut the F up”, sick to death of one guy who kept putting a horrible CD into the bus audo system, itching for a fight with anybody, and trying to trip small children as they ran up and down the isle (before you judge me, wait until the 257th time the same 5 year old runs into your shoulder).

I’m leaning toward the airline.

Now, I need a shower, food, and sleep…