
A friend and I had planned to go to Colca Canyon near Arequipa Peru. The canyon is famous for its rugged terrain, as well as a community of Condors that has taken up residence there. It’s slightly-less well-known for the distribution of llama-leashes.
We bused for four and a half hours through the mountains down to Chivay, a small town nestled in the valley. As our transportation delved deep into the gorge, the pressure changed and I felt a flu coming on. My head rose above my body like a helium-filled balloon. I swayed in the wobbly bus seat, trying to keep my gaze fixed on the morphing landscape outside the window.
When I heard a wake-up knock the next morning, I knew there was a better chance of riding through the Andes naked on a bareback alpaca than going on a seven hour hike. I couldn’t even muster a grunt. After begging off the adventure I had come for, I hopped in a red plastic tuk-tuk pulled by a dirt bike and wound my way up a narrow road to the nearby hot springs, which looked out over a sheer drop-off on one side.

Mittie Babette Roger is from Louisiana but lives in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. She received an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Naropa University and authored the book It's Better to Visit the Shaman Without Questions to Ask. She travels the world volunteering to help disadvantaged children and promoting Blue Iguana Tequila to empower serious drinkers.
Reminded me of the movie: Babel ... a very similar story.
ReplyDeletevery goob,interesting,
ReplyDeleteI remember when I go to my locality and the change in temperature