If you ever decide to take a trip around the world, my first bit of advice to you is to buy one of those little electric carts you see fat people driving at the mall. My feet are reaching levels of truly exquisite pain. I don't know why anyone would bother with bamboo under the fingernails. Just send your prisoners on three walking tours of Sydney in two days and throw in a musuem on Aboriginal history. Right now, I would admit anything just for a chance to sit on a bench.
"Yes, I have blueprints for nuclear weapons stuffed in my pants. I admit to everything. Please, just don't make me look at the exhibit on didgeridoos."
I keep telling myself that whatever doesn't kill me can only make me stronger. My feet can't hurt this much for five straight weeks. They will either get used to it, go numb completely, or fall off. In any case, they will stop hurting, and if they fall off, I can justify getting a little cart.
Last night I took a "ghost tour" of the oldest part of Sydney, called The Rocks. It's where the first convict settlers lived, and is obviously the site of many ghastly stories involved murder, mayhem and overall bad manners. It's a natural place for a ghost tour, and it was interesting hearing the sordid past history of the city and all its supposed spirit inhabitants. However, I came to the conclusion during the tour that, try as they might, Australians cannot be scary. It's something about that accent. They always sound so jovial. So my poor tour guide, bless him he was trying so hard - flashlight under his chin and the Shakesperian English and everything - and it was just impossible to take him seriously. It was sort of like watching Paul Hogan hosting Masterpiece Theater.
Well, tonight I leave on a flight for Melbourne. I'm looking forward to being able to sit down for at least 90 minutes. I'm hoping for one of those nine-hour delays where the plane is stuck on the tarmac. That would be great.
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This is from Stephanie, who was in Peru last year and had a great time. I figure since you've only told family and friends about this blog, I don't run the risk of sharing her information with the world at large if I post it here:
When you're in Cusco/Sacred Valley, drink lots of mate (made with bottled water, of course). It's supposed to help with the altitude.
When they say there are demonstrators blocking the roads, don't try to take the back road to the craft market. Unless your taxi driver is really, really fast.
The fortress at Ollyantaytambo; the agricultural station at Moray; and the saltworks at Salinas are all really cool if you have time to see them.
And if you have any specific questions, feel free to email me (sschmelz@rdblaw.com).
Looking forward the next post. This thing is very entertaining and I haven't seen any new entries in a couple of days.
Hey Matt,
Sounds like you're having a great trip! I hope you found time to sit down. I also hope that the delay in posts is due to the immense fun you're having and not due to podiatric amputation.
Take care, and keep the posts coming - they are most entertaining!
Adam
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