The Joy of Stuff
All luggage present and correct, and adorned with shiny "Department of Homeland Security" stickers. One wonders how on earth they were delayed in Miami.
It made us realise how dependent we had become on "stuff", possessions. We have become unable to function without books, mp3 players to the extent that despair, boredom, and general sulkiness prevails when we are without. Still, we coped as well as possible, with moodiness kept to a minimum. I will admit, however, that when Mark and Dave had their rucksacks and I was still bereft, I felt like the only fifteen year old at the disco who didn`t get a "shift".
Touristy update
The National Museum of Art and Archaeology was hit today, with the three gringos inflicting some serious muthafucking art appreciation shit. Three civilizations, two thousand years, and several artistic movements later we cruised, artrich arrogant, into the frighteningly chic museum cafe for a few cafes con leches. Dave and I had a high minded conversation about the motivations behind modern art. I constructed a tenuous arguement concerning the necessity for modern art to exist so that " those feelings, emotions that cannot be expressed through word or thought or sound and must be conveyed through the visual form". We then realised that we sounded like characters out of Dawson`s Creek sucking on Taschen poster books and left.
Que es esta?
The language barrier continues to contrive against us leading to much hand waving, finger twirling and eyebrow ruffling. The situation will hopefully be addressed in Cusco, where we plan to do a language course for two weeks. The most critical situations are generally in restaurants when a syllable seperates Mark from "vegetables" and "anaphylactic shock and near death". Understandably, we are being cautious.
Steve
was roasted on a spit by the locals. I provided the barbeque sauce.
Food
Contrary to Diarmaid`s assessment ("It`s all chicken and chips. Everywhere") we`ve had a few decent meals, including the mandatory steaks (we are three men on holidays after all) and some seafood dishes today. In general the dishes are pretty straightforward but the ingredients are fresh. And they are uniformly as cheap as second hand newspapers. We haven`t taken to street eating yet but I`m we`ll come around.
In all, we`re past the initial shock, stress, and American Airlines fuckups, and feel capable of getting along in most situations. The Nazca lines beckon on Sunday. I shall update then.
By the way, Dave grinds his teeth while sleeping, and Mark incessently mutters something about Noel Edmonds. I will investigate further.
Adios, buenes tardes, chao
Muiris
It made us realise how dependent we had become on "stuff", possessions. We have become unable to function without books, mp3 players to the extent that despair, boredom, and general sulkiness prevails when we are without. Still, we coped as well as possible, with moodiness kept to a minimum. I will admit, however, that when Mark and Dave had their rucksacks and I was still bereft, I felt like the only fifteen year old at the disco who didn`t get a "shift".
Touristy update
The National Museum of Art and Archaeology was hit today, with the three gringos inflicting some serious muthafucking art appreciation shit. Three civilizations, two thousand years, and several artistic movements later we cruised, artrich arrogant, into the frighteningly chic museum cafe for a few cafes con leches. Dave and I had a high minded conversation about the motivations behind modern art. I constructed a tenuous arguement concerning the necessity for modern art to exist so that " those feelings, emotions that cannot be expressed through word or thought or sound and must be conveyed through the visual form". We then realised that we sounded like characters out of Dawson`s Creek sucking on Taschen poster books and left.
Que es esta?
The language barrier continues to contrive against us leading to much hand waving, finger twirling and eyebrow ruffling. The situation will hopefully be addressed in Cusco, where we plan to do a language course for two weeks. The most critical situations are generally in restaurants when a syllable seperates Mark from "vegetables" and "anaphylactic shock and near death". Understandably, we are being cautious.
Steve
was roasted on a spit by the locals. I provided the barbeque sauce.
Food
Contrary to Diarmaid`s assessment ("It`s all chicken and chips. Everywhere") we`ve had a few decent meals, including the mandatory steaks (we are three men on holidays after all) and some seafood dishes today. In general the dishes are pretty straightforward but the ingredients are fresh. And they are uniformly as cheap as second hand newspapers. We haven`t taken to street eating yet but I`m we`ll come around.
In all, we`re past the initial shock, stress, and American Airlines fuckups, and feel capable of getting along in most situations. The Nazca lines beckon on Sunday. I shall update then.
By the way, Dave grinds his teeth while sleeping, and Mark incessently mutters something about Noel Edmonds. I will investigate further.
Adios, buenes tardes, chao
Muiris
posted by One of Us Three at 6:18 PM
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That would be cuál es éste.
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