Two hours into a 22-hour bus ride from Lima to Cuzco. The movie selection? Something with George Clooney and a woman falling for him. The bus? Half empty, so why then can’t I change my seat to escape the incessant yapping of guy who just got his first cell phone? The sun? First time I’ve seen it since arriving in Lima. Lima is grey in winter. But I’m no longer in Lima. I’m somewhere south where there is sun. In fact it’s desert-like with the ocean on one side. On the IPod? Brazilian music. Always feels like carnival, samba. All is well – except for phone chatter over here. Cuzco will be a huge highlight. Cuzco, Peru. Machu Picchu. Pinch me. Go ahead and pinch me. You have my permission.
Twenty-two Hours On A Bus