To gear up for such a monumental trip, which will see me on the road at least until Christmas, I’m going to be posting more travel-related content here! I’ve always been an adrenaline-junkie backpacker (check out my Travel category for seven years worth of adventures and experiences), and as they say, once that travel virus gets in you, there’s no cure.
I’ve already posted a retrospective photo slideshow, and one of my best travel videos, and today I’d like to share with you the philosophy-infused video I made as I was hiking the Inca Trail through the Peruvian jungle to Machu Picchu!
It features climbing along thin mountain ridges! Music from The Motorcycle Diaries! Monkeys & turkeys! Zip-lining! Heavy breathing! Lots of clips of me looking sweaty & gross! Machu Picchu! And a fricken Justin Bieber parade in Lima that made me want to punch a llama!
LLAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT.
I made this video about my trip to Machu Picchu, and entered it in the G Adventures “You’ll Never Forget It” contest. If you like it, I’d appreciate your vote (and you don’t even have to sign up for anything to vote). Please and fanks!
Many of you already know what a huge backpacker and travel junkie I am. I’ve been to 40+ countries, have 80 stamps on my passport, and I’ve braved some very non-friendly-to-solo-women-travellers places before, all with a 15 kilo backpack slung over my shoulders. I think I’d be a good fit for this G Adventures campaign. I’ve done campaigns like this before (my Best Job in The World/Island Reef Job campaign, my War Child Challenge campaign, etc), which were amazing experiences even though I didn’t end up winning. I’d like this to be an amazing experience as well, so I appreciate your support!
Click the above button to vote now. Fanks munchkins!
It’s on the shelves right now, but you can also read it online!
Of course, if you’re like me, you’re too lazy to actually click links and stuff, so I’ve provided the actual article here. Click the below images to enlarge them. I wrote a piece on my epic hike through the jungle along the Inca trail to Machu Picchu. They also published my photos too! I’m not a professional photographer, but EVERY TIME I’ve had a travel article published, they’ve also published my photographs with the article. That would qualify me as professional, n’est-ce pas?
YYZ Living is a really beautiful magazine, it has a high gloss sheen to it, and the pages feel wonderful under your fingers. It’s a luxury publication found in some of the most exceptional hotels and boutiques, and even on airlines. Fly the friendly skies with Chrissy!
(click to enlarge these images)
They included my headshot and bio on the contributors page:)
“they’re gonna be oh so jealous”
before i begin with the photojaculation of my epic trek through the jungle along the ancient inca trail to Machu Picchu, i invite you to watch this video of my hike, which tells the story in a short 120 seconds (with a Justin Bieber cameo added at the end)
now, as promised, the trek to Machu Picchu!
on the first of the four days, they picked me up from my hostel in Cuzco, and i was promptly introduced to the british blokes, ben, paddy, dom, and paul. Seeing as how i lived in the UK for years and years, i felt right at home with my blokes. i’ve always been more of a shit-kicker, competitive, active girl than i have been a girlie-girl, so hamming it up with the boys with quintessential british humour was right up my alley.
the bus dropped us off at the top of these mountains where we could begin downhill mountain biking! see how we’re in the clouds? and look at our gear! i’ve done downhill mountain biking before (whistler last year, where i wiped out twice so bad, i’m quite proud of my war wounds from that extravaganza) so i was aching to get back on the bike! we rode downhill for about 2 hours, traversing over 50 kilometres, and the more we descended, the more the weather changed from epic freezing hail in the clouds to suddenly TROPICAL.
Where we were in the Andes, it was a cornucopia of temperatures, terrain, and toughness.
i’m the type of biker where i always stand up (you’re not really supposed to sit while mountain biking, the shocks make it almost impossible to be in control while sitting), but i’m not so smooth on sharp turns. i need to make my turns wide, which is why “S” turns which are very zig-zaggy are the bane of my biker existence.
i was bombing ahead of the group, mostly keeping up front with the boys (while the lovely Irish lasses Jan, Audrey, Nicola, and Ciara stayed back in the rear), but when it came to the sharp S turns, i was basically riding my breaks.
this above pic was taken at our pitt-stop half way down the mountains. see how the weather suddenly drastically changed?
the terrain also became much more muddy, and we passed by a lot of construction, making the terrain even more dangerous. i hollered “hola muchachos!” to almost each set of construction workers that we passed. they all hollered back and waved. some of them whistled at me. i wasn’t exactly sure how they could tell i was a girl, i was wearing so much gear, and my head was completely covered by the full-face helmet.
i guess my hips don’t lie.
by the end of the downhill awesomeness, we were all covered in mud, soaked from all the puddles, and some of us had pretty good wipe-out stories (ciara’s peddle came off her bike, so she wiped out spectacularly).
monkey on a chain. NOT COOL.
our guide claimed that once the hikers moved on, the monkey was allowed off of the chain.
i call bullshit.
lil thing was frightened to shit, was gripping its stuffed toy and rocking back and forth out of sheer terror.
second day of the hike. i look like a neglected horse in this pic, so i have cleverly covered up my mug whilst editing this pic, but it’s proof of how high we were trekking into the Andes.
and my rack looks nice too.
i shit you not.
lots of the girls during this uphill hike, particularly Jan and Ciara, were shit-scared of heights, and had the hardest time climbing the very narrow path up into the mountains. i was loving every second of it, and as usual, was bombing ahead with the boys, even overtaking them on some sections (smokers never prosper). i hafta say, i love bragging that i really was one of the boys on this trek.
i didn’t go all that way just to pussy-out.
in truth, i can totally understand why the girls were hanging back, gripping the ledge, and crying their eyes out. the path really was narrow (all single file), and a very steep drop off the side. some sections were extremely slippery, or had loose rocks, and depending on where you stood, a stiff gust of wind would have taken you over the side.
we had to cross many pithy bridges as above. they were situated hundreds of feet above the air, were rickety, and not particularly sturdy after being exposed to all the elements.
damned if i didn’t love it.
this above bridge was somewhat more sturdy, but the violence of the rapids underneath and the wind made it sway and shake. you couldn’t exactly hold onto those railings, and the wooden boards shifted and snapped as we passed.
after climbing hundreds of feet up into the mountains, we had to climb back down again (which, as you can imagine, is much harder than going up. it’s less taxing on the lungs, but requires extreme precision of foot). we hiked along the sacred valley river, with spectacular views, as you can imagine.
the boys and i began to play a game to keep our minds and wits occupied – name as many bands as you can that begin with a given letter. We were on the letter “C” during this section. as each bloke dropped out, it ended up being between me and Ben. i’m pretty sure i won that round.
even though i was roughing it with the boys, i still needed some assistance now and then, which the boys were generously offering. sometimes, all i required was a hand to steady me, especially over the loose boulders or going down a slippery slope.
chivalry ain’t dead.
that’s Ben above. Jan lovingly nicknamed him “Sleazy B” and it just stuck. on our third day of hiking, after zip-lining (video of me zip-lining 500 feet in the air in the Andes is included in the compilation i made here), we hiked along the rail road to Aguas Calientes, which is base camps for Machu Picchu. some of the girls were destroyed after the arduous hike already, and decided to take the train there. so it was basically just me and boys hiking along for about 3 hours to our final rest stop. ben and dom and i had an incredible conversation, that ranged from our careers, to political activism, to capitalism, to agency and more. i think i enjoyed this section of the trek the best, because connecting on an intellectual level with people while also connecting through all the physical activity translated into an emotional connection. we all had been through so much together in such a short period of time. i loved these guys in this moment.
on the morning of the fourth day (at 4 AM!!!) , thus began the epic climb up to Machu Picchu. the ruins sit atop a mountain, and there’s the option of paying 8 soles for the bus (takes 5 minutes), or climb the mountain for free.
i chose the hard way, to climb.
because FUCK YOU, that’s why.
the fastest record ever set in climbing Machu Picchu was 39 minutes.
I did it in70 minutes. i was the first girl to the top (naturally), and even beat some of the guys up there.
my ass officially hated me afterwards, but as i made it past the gates, and overlooked Machu Picchu for the first time, i started welling up with emotion. i arrived early enough to see the sun rise over the ruins. actually in the video at the top, i edited out my crying-fit. but i have it on film. i may one day share that with people. (not bloody likely)
the interesting thing about the Inca construction is, the only thing that has eroded away over the centuries is the stray/hay rooftops, and the colour painted on them. All the structures still stand, basically untouched. and Peru is infamous for its earthquakes.
despite their penchant for performing human sacrifices on 12 year old virgins, those Incas were way ahead of their time.
they knew more about mathematics, engineering, and astronomy than the europeans did 200 years later.
the incan entrance into their walled city.
600 years ago, approximately 400-500 people lived at Machu Picchu, which is why they only allow that same number of people to visit the site each day. so if you’re going, plan ahead.
i’m so hip, it hurts.
i took way too many scenery photos that, were i to put them all here one by one, would render this blog post the longest scroll ever, so i’ve turned them into collages here for your viewing pleasure.
suffice it to say, the place contains more nature porn than national geographic.
a veritable colour feast
there’s a bird mid-flight behind me here!
after i posed for this, the hooks on my hiking boots became ensnared, and i fell on my ass.
genuine class, i am.
holy fuckballs, CURVES, eh?
i spent so many hours in the blazing sun (we’re above the clouds) writing in my journal all the thoughts and emotions i was feeling at the time. you don’t go to machu picchu to find yourself, because there’s no way you can be lost whilst there.
there’s another mountain that overlooks Machu Picchu, it’s called Huayna Picchu, it’s another 2700 feet up, and you have to pay extra to climb it, and book it well ahead of time. again, only 400 people are allowed to climb Huayna Picchu each day, 200 in the morning, and another 200 later in the morning. after that, it closes. i had booked the climb, but after already climbing Machu Picchu, my body was already rickety, wobbly, dehydrated, sore, and tired.
but fuck all that.
pain is temporary. regret is forever.
i fucking climbed that bitch.
again, i was the only girl to climb huayna picchu, and again, i beat some of the boys up there. it took me 39 minutes to reach the top.
this was probably the most difficult mountain i’ve ever climbed, it was such a steep climb up, i was swearing the entire climb “i better lose 20 motherfucking pounds by the end of this cunt-ass trip!” (i so did, by the way).
this was the view of Machu Picchu from the top of Huayna Picchu. remember how i said in my last post about Cuzco that the incas believed the Condor represented heaven? well if you look at the shape of Machu Picchu from above, it is actually in the shape of a condor.
wow, machu picchu really looks so far away from up there. like a dot. a little bit of harvested land.
at the top of Huayna Picchu, it’s not like you could roam around for a stroll. it literally was a rocky mountain top. it was either crawl along those boulders or fall off the side.
me at the top, overheating, tanning, huffing for air, but also filled with the joy of living.
i breathe in and am filled with the wonder of living.
life is something incredible that i don’t think i will ever understand, but it is finite, and incredibly short.
the world is too big to stay in one place your whole life. it offers you precious gifts in one place that you could never get in another.
don’t feel like you can’t travel because you are tied down or disadvantaged in some way.
when you look back on your life, many years from you, you won’t remember the nights where you went to bed early.
from L-R, Jan, Ben (aka Sleazy B), Paddy, Paul (aka The Great Skinzerelly), Hugo (our guide), moi, Dom, Audrey, Nicola, Ciara, and Jonno.
we all shared something wonderful in one little week, and i may never see them again. but we all share a secret that no one else does.
love yous guys.
of course, on the train ride from Aguas Calientes back to Cuzco, the multitude of Australians about had to do some planking.
MAY IT NEVER DIE.
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so there you have it.
with my multitude of bad health diagnoses lately, i have been crossing off as many adventures and experiences from my bucket list as possible. these opportunities may never come again, and i am now acutely aware of my own mortality.
but i’m not letting anything dilute my happiness.
so many people believe that life is pain, and the horror of existence permeates every choice in life.
after this experience (and difficult period in my life), do i believe that?
the short answer to that is, no.
the long answer is FUCK NO.
this video of me hiking along the ancient Inca Trail to Machu Picchu features mountains, all-terrain biking, zip-lining, monkeys, turkeys, duckies, hammock-ing, sacred valleys, heavy breathing, children playing, raging waters, Justin Bieber, beautiful incas, and lots of people waving and kissing my camera. oh, and many shots of my sweaty horseface. ENJOY!
i have realized that i took so many photos and catalogued so many experiences whilst in Peru, that i will need to break it up into several different blog posts. if i put it all in one post, it would be the longest post ever, and you guys would be scrolling and scrolling. no one wants that.
so this post will be about Cuzco only, the starting point of my hiking trek to Machu Picchu.
this is the centre of Cuzco, and also the view from my hostel. on the day i arrived, they were having a huge festival in the centre square Plaza des Armas.
because they could. that’s just how they roll.
Cuzco has an elevation of 4000 feet above sea level, and they warn that you need at least a day of rest upon arrival to acclimate to the altitude.
by this point, i had taken four flights in three days (vancouver to toronto, toronto to san salvador, san salvador to lima, lima to cuzco), so my body was completely wrecked by all of the altitude changes i had already endured.
arriving in Cuzco, with my 12 kilo backpack on, i had to climb a series of steep steps to get up to my hostel, and not only did i run out of breath (me! out of breath! NEVER HAPPENS), i also became light-headed, dizzy, and very nearly lost my footing.
i drank a lot of coca tea when i arrived at the top. coca leaves are grown all over peru, and while they are the main ingredient for cocaine, exist in a sort of legal grey area in Peru. you can chew them for energy, and you can harvest them if they grow naturally on your land, but you can’t plant them, and you can only harvest so much. i think even Peruvians aren’t so certain on the drug laws there.
my hostel had a resident pussy….cat.
i was really lonely my first few days in Peru. the tour hadn’t really started yet, and i had been placed in single rooms in my hostels in lima and cuzco, whereas i’m used to staying in hostel dorms. while having a room to myself is great for having your own loo, telly, and bed, the problem is you don’t meet ANYBODY. in the dorms, you always meet people, some of whom end up being lifelong friends (in my case, some of my best friends are people i met in dorms while backpacking across europe).
so i was wandering around Cuzco for two days, pretty much keeping to myself, trying to explore the city, eat to keep my strength up, and find some graffiti and street art to keep my imagination occupied.
but really, i was just running in and out of doorways, trying to stay out of the rain.
one nice hotel clerk let me sit at the bar before it had even opened so i could come out of the rain. he was awfully nice. and i cowardly left when he was out of the room to avoid a lengthy goodbye.
incas are the first nations of peru and south america. their language is quechua. with the invasion, genocide, war, and slaughter of the conquistadors (aka the Spanish) in the 1400s, the incas were driven from their homes. now, although many incan descendants still speak Quechua, there is no employment or education available to them unless they speak Spanish. i didn’t learn this from my time in Peru, mind you. i pieced this information together from watching this scene in The Motorcycle Diaries.
llama and el paca’s rule like cows do in india. this one even has it’s own villa in the heart of cuzco. glass doors and shit.
oh you fancy, huh
i paid one sole for this photo. they all posed dutifully when i withdrew my camera and pointed it at them. then they bumrushed me for money. after years of travelling, i know this is the score. you can’t take photos of people without paying a little out of your pocket. it’s only fair.
nothing is free, and tourists shouldn’t balk at paying the small fee for a nice photo.
of course the scenery is lush and ornate. climbing the cobbled steps of cuzco isn’t really a chore if you’re in the spirit of things.
taking neurotic photos of myself is how i get in the spirt, i s’pose.
like many ancient cities that i have travelled to, the infrastructure is composed of ruins upon ruins. wreckage upon wreckage.
in the case of cuzco, it’s walls upon walls. that’s the original ancient Inca city wall that used to envelope the city. of course, they have built upon those walls now, but the originals still stand.
see the snake?
incans believed that animals represented the three states of existence.
the condor represented heaven
the puma represented life on earth
and the snake represented the underworld.
so i guess the incans built this section of the wall for satan? i’unno.
in my next post when i get to machu picchu, you’ll see how the condor manifests itself in its design.
puma coming up.
after years of backpacking and taking travel photos, i’ve learned that, especially in ancient cities, doorways are excellent for framing and centring your shots.
they draw the eye to the centre, they provide a classic frame, but most of all, they leave a sense of curiosity and wonder to the viewer. they catch of glimpse of what’s beyond the doorway, and it’s only a snippet of life. they want to see more of that life beyond the door. it makes them want to travel. doorways are interesting for a reason, they beckon.
try walking around amsterdam or warsaw or paris without stopping in some ancient doorway and finding yourself mesmerized.
see how they’ve built upon the ancient inca wall?
too bad there’s a canadian growing out of it now.
i did a city tour that day in cuzco, and was largely unimpressed by what they think tourists want to see.
they took us to a church called Qorikancha.
i kept thinking of Q’orianka Kilcher as a result.
she’s beautiful but her and colin farrell couldn’t actually kiss on camera in that film, otherwise it would have been considered child pornography.
Qorikancha used to be an Incan temple, but the christians destroyed most of it to build their dominican church in its place.
because Peru is subject to many severe, violent earthquakes, the christian architecture has crumbled upon itself several times over (much like its leotarded belief system), but the incan foundations have remained unblemished, virtually unmoved. they didn’t use any clays or epoxy resins to keep their bricks in place, instead they used an interlocking system between the stones.
earthquake proof, devised by the incans.
q’orianka kilcher, on the other hand, has done nothing noteworthy since.
doorways. see what i mean?
i think i ended up taking so many poxy photos of myself because i was bored of the church.
Lonely Planet guides are the worst for this. when you travel, they ONLY recommend churches and museums. after stuffing my gob with nothing but churches and museums around europe, i can unequivocally say that, “you seen one, you seen em all.” fuck that, i want to do ACTIVE things when i travel.
like last year in british columbia, when i did whitewater rafting, kayaking, zip-lining, bungee-jumping, and downhill mountain biking in just a few days.
or the inca trek that i was about to participate in.
i hate churches and i hate museums (for the most part. some museums that are specialized are uber sweet. like the Bata Shoe Museum, that’s pretty kickass. but i especially hate museums that are about christian history, it’s like i paid entry for archaeology and history, and instead wound up in a fucking church, which i hate to begin with….. you see my dilemma?)
the tour took me from Qorikancha to Sacsayhuaman, which are incan ruins in the mountains that cup Cuzco in their bellies. it was, for the most part, unimpressive. the views were great, and so was the rainbow that decided to arc over our heads right before the sky sagged and capsized with rain again.
remember how i said that the inca’s used the puma to represent life on earth? look at this above photo.
Posing like raging pompous idiot gives me an immense sense of self-satisfaction. i ruined yet another kodak moment.
i think i was trying to give the wink and the gun in this photo, but i was wearing thick woolly gloves which made the act in trying ludicrous, thusly resulting in my hysterics.
i call this “inca woman with baby in the mountains, as seen from inside a wet, muggy tour bus, taken with a shit digital camera bought in 2006 in berlin for €200″
the sky is painted like an ocean.
this is the only souvenir that i bought in the whole of Peru – a keychain of two Inca figures going to town on each other. a scene from an Incan Kama Sutra if you will.
this was the cleanest one i could find. some of the other keychains had them going doggy-style. another was of the woman doing a hand-stand, spread-eagle, while the man’s tongue was all up in her ladybits. at the same time, her head was bent backwards, contorted, to give him some oral loving.
those were some talented incans.
suffice it to say, buying the missionary position one was the least offensive but still hella-funny version that i could find.
next post: machu picchu, or how chrissy got her groove back.
if you haven’t yet checked out the Motorcycle-Diaries- trailer-esque video of me hiking along the ancient Inca Trail, through the Peruvian jungle, to Machu Picchu, do it now.
i’m fucking endearing in it.
before i can blog about the experience, i need to blog about the amazing graffiti and street art that i came across in Peru. Peruvian street artists and graffiti artists really are brilliant. they are, by and large, engaged in politics, inspired by injustices, but also motivated by matters of the heart. poetics sayings, emotional images, and fire-infused couplings of the two are to be found all over the country. i took more photos of the street art than i did of the Andes i was hiking through!
after flying 10 hours (with a stop over in El Salvador) from Toronto, i was exhausted and smellin’ like Eau De Czech, but ready to photograph the art populating the night.
“ivo justice” i wonder if ivo is a man undergoing a trial? or incarcerated? at first i thought this said “no justice.”
LIMA (near airport)
Peru just elected a new president, and i think that’s him
i like this photo more for the scenery that compliments the graffiti, than just the graffiti itself.
zona, i’m told, was peru’s most famous footie player.
near Chinatown in Lima. this fatty with the scowl on her face wouldn’t move, even when asked, so i could photograph the mural behind her. she kind of looks like the guy in the mural. turns out her presence adds something to the photo
an accidental photo i took while zooming in a moving taxi. turned out pretty cool.
MIRAFLORES (area of Lima)
definitely political, just can’t make out the writing.
pulso danza, or “dancing pulse” was everywhere in miraflores.
hell yeah fuck yeah
brilliant. take the existing brickwork, turn it into a piano.
“revolution. if not now, when?”
surprised this wasn’t in chinatown
so much going on here…
“mi luz” means “my light.”
on the left, she’s been made to look mad. on the right, she’s eating a dick.
i like this sticker, of a young cap’d boy holding a rifle. sounds like a revolution to me.
brilliant stencil of the outgoing president. the old president was named “alan” but by putting a G in front of his name, and adding “del robo” at the end, it turns into the saying “knight of thieves,” which i think is a play on the saying “prince of thieves.”
nicely done, Tink.
i wasn’t going to photograph this at first because it’s just advertising a pub (as you can see from the drink in one hand, and the fork in the other). that is, until i noticed it’s exposed, raging cock.
sell fresh crazy someplace else. we’re all stocked up here.
you look like you was talking to me.
gringos ruin everything.
this was along the pacific ocean boardwalk.
BARRANCO (area of Lima)
Barranco is a totally bo-ho po-mo district of Lima, fulla artists and brilliant stencils. it’s celebrating it’s 139th anniversary, and it has a very colonial, european feel to it, but also a counter-culture atmosphere on the streets.
this “no la cagues” was everywhere. it’s a picture of the newly-elected president. “no la cagues” means “don’t screw it up” or “don’t fuck it up.” good advice for any new president. looks like the artist responsible for this piece forgot the “u” in “cagues” and had to add it in manually later.
here it is again. i think at the top the “jbo!” is the name of the artist. not sure.
love this wheatpaste. smiling winking dude holding a molotov cocktail, and the caption says, “agitate! protest! resist! … every man for himself!”
interesting opinion. “vandalism does not equal freedom of expression.”
so many areas of Barranco were stencil’d with the words “rubias no!” which means “no blondes!” or perhaps even “Not blonde!”
that’s right. LEAGUE OF AWESOME BRUNETTES for the win.
“call your old lady” meaning, call your moms, yo.
scary but cool face, done by someone named “kobi”
there’s that sticker again from Miraflores!
CHORRILLOS (area of Lima)
charlie chaplin! when i lived in london england, i lived in Elephant & Castle, the area where charlie chaplin was born and raised, so i feel a connection to the little moustachio’d man.
theatre masks submerged.
“forgive me if i hurt you, i love you.”
this was actually printed on a poster advertising family wares. it makes me think that very few people actually speak english in peru, because they may not understand what that means!
this is probably my favourite piece from all of Peru. it’s just a dude hugging a fish. but it’s strikingly lovely.
or is he hugging a bird? i can’t tell. i love how highly stylized the strokes are. brilliant wheatpaste.
mural dedicated to a young woman who passed away.
in Cuzco, I found the street art limited to sayings of love. as you can see from the below collage.
for those of you who don’t speak Spanish, “te amo” means “i love you.” (i mean, i don’t speak Spanish, but even i know that.)
i’m not sure what this is in reference to, but i like how the corn husk almost has grenade-like qualities. looks like a propaganda pic.
hey authorities! look! in 1664 someone ENGRAVED stuff into the side of a church. WATER BLAST THAT OFF!
this translates to “it’s prohibited to urinate on penalty of death.” i don’t know if this is graffiti or actually placed by the government (is the death penalty in Peru?), but considering that’s the ancient Inca wall standing there, it wouldn’t surprise me either way.
it’s michael jackson wearing an Incan wooly cap.
raymi, your powers are boundless.
this is deffo a government mural. going back to urination, it must be a huge problem in Cuzco. the entire mural said that in order to keep Cuzco beautiful, please don’t piss on the ground. AS I TOOK THIS PHOTO, i looked to my left to find a man pissing against a pillar. how ironic.
as we hiked through the jungle along the Inca trail, near the small but lovely village of santa theresa (there’s hot springs there!), we came to a bridge that had some incredible graffiti on it.
i think this Garcia guy must be commissioned, but it’s intricate and beautiful stencil work.
look at that gorgeous woman.
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that’s it for the Peruvian graffiti, my next blog post will be about my travelling adventure expedition through the jungle, along the Inca trail, to Machu Picchu.
in the meantime, here’s a preview.
i’ve been back in toronto for a week now, and i have been enduring the spectrum of emotions from utter despair to euphoric bliss. people from my past are haunting me, and yet people from my present are treating me like tiramisu.
i won’t go into detail here, but i had felt obligated to contact some people from my past that i haven’t spoken to in ages. out of everyone i spoke to, only ONE person was amazingly supportive, kind, generous, and reassured me that no matter what, we are good friends (the rest were, as expected, bitterly cold and reserved). i wanted to reach through the telephone line and hug this person until my arms fell off.
thanks so much for being so kind to me over the years, sometimes i feel like i don’t deserve it. you are one of the meaningful ones.
then i spent thanksgiving weekend hugging and snuggling in trinity bellwoods park in between delicious ice cream licks and bike-riding.
so all in all, i can’t complain. life should never be about half-emotions, half-ways, or half-living. either feel the extremes or feel nothing at all.
A full, detailed blog post with photos and stories to come soon! (followed by Peruvian graffiti & street art photos, of course).
In the meantime, I made this video compilation of my hike through the Peruvian jungle along the ancient Inca Trail to Machu Picchu. I can’t believe this was just a few days ago. The hike took four days, and included all-terrain downhill biking, 82 kilometres of hiking through the Andes, hot springs, zip lining, climbing the mountain up to Machu Picchu, and also the bigger mountain Huayna Picchu which overlooks the Machu ruins.
I specifically selected the music for this video because it felt like it was my own Motorcycle Diaries experience. Even though the trip was only a week in total, it was probably the best travelling journey of my life (and you all know, I’ve done some massive backpacking extravaganza’s in my time).
Oh and Justin Bieber makes a cameo at the end of the video. I shit you not.
Enjoy the vid! Comments encouraged!