Bike ride, siesta, flat tire. Damn. I hitched a ride on a motorcycle back to Humahuaca and left my friends with the irritating task of dragging my dead bike. First time riding on the back of a moto. Id do it again.
We are now in La Quica, tippy-top of Argentina, planning our next move, probably to Uyuni, which lies next to the biggest salt flats in the world! We hope for a single day tour. From there, probably La Paz, and we´ll swing around Lake Titicaca to Cuzco. We are confirmed for our trek to Machu Pichu, which makes me feel like hip thrusting the air, which is my current sign of approval.
Jonathan and I have started a rap group called Best Rappers Alive and we rap about mundane, ordinary things. Life is a musical between us. Uh....YEAH!
We stumbled upon some traditional voodoo-like rituals, where little cute delicious brown kids set a giant scarecrow creature on fire. We also received blessing from flower-holding, water-throwing preist. Today, I experienced the coldest shower of my life. New slam poetry. Brain excercises. Siesta fiestas.
Gotta wake up early early to get to Uyuni. So long for now Argentina. Te amo.
DAVE!
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ahhhhhhhh motorcycles in a 3rd world country are a way of life ... makes you want to get one once you get back to the States - except for the insurance, massive upkeep, possible hospital bills (listen to your mother about this) ... but then, there is the mobility, the freedom, the chicks *sigh*
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