Own your name

Every time I travel I wait to find what part of me is going to give me access to parts of the country unknown by most. In Israel it was my heritage. In Turkey it was me having a Turkish friend I got to stay with and me stumbling into an essentially abandoned hostel. In China it was having a Chinese friend who I got to stay with. In Thailand & Burma it was meeting someone at the right place at the right time. In Japan it was reciprocation for hosting an exchange student. In Argentina it was my taxi driver. In Peru it was having a Peruvian girlfriend.

But what was it going to be Colombia? Because it was surely going to be something.

Macabee. To some a powerful name, to others a religious name, to others a name they've never heard before and to many difficult to pronounce! But it grabs your attention upon introduction and inspires deeper conversation.

I can always tell whose Jewish because when I tell a Jew, especially an Israeli my name their yamaka just about falls off. Immediately, we have a stronger connection and they are drawn to me. Laughing and asking questions and soon enough I'm getting ID'd to show them that yes, my name is indeed Macabee. "That's like my name being Lakers or Bulls or something". With the younger generation they love it because in Israel all of their favorite sports teams are Maccabi- Tel-Avia or Maccabi Haifa. They are Maccabi something or other. When I was in Israel I was walking through the markets and people were trying to sell my t-shirts with my name on it (just spelled differently). I was even drinking myself while I was there, Maccabee beer. It was delicious, you should try! These experiences were very funny and thrilling and helped establish the pride I have for my name. The Israelis I was meeting were immediately grabbing their phones and sending texts to their friends telling them they meet an American named Macabee!

Growing up non-religious but celebrating Christmas and Hanukah, mostly Christmas, I didn't have that much dignity in being Jewish. I was non-religious so to me it was more of a name then a subject of pride. However, after growing up, traveling and going to Israel I am certainly more prideful on my name and my heritage. It is something to embrace not to reject.

I randomly picked up an outdated Lonely Planet book and read "Lago Calima, great year round winds for Kiting and Windsurfing". Those words alone were enough to make sure I would be there. This sentence lead me to being dropped off in front of a warehouse on a desolate road in the dark. With some butterflies in my stomach I began knocking on the gates of what turned out to be heaven. Fold out chairs, a nice TV, video games, DirectTv, kitesurfing boards and kites, windsurfing sails, a nice clean bathroom, tents with mattresses inside a beautiful porch overlooking the lake that I would be kiting on for the next 3 days and a warehouse full of kitesurfing junkies! I had arrived and I was smiling. The community of kiters was amazing. Those next 3 days everyone who came in was family. We ate fresh trout daily, kited and joked around. It was a kiting frat house.

The owner of the place who they called Pescao, which essentially means fish in the water or lover of water, was a great guy. He was a Colombian who was a former professional windsurfer living in San Andres (A Colombian island east of Nicaragua). It sounded like he was a playboy windsurfing pro living in this Caribbean paradise having the time of his life. People were wishing they could be him. Until an unfortunate day that would change the course of the rest of his life. He got into a car accident and lost the movement in his legs for the rest of his life. I can't even begin to think about everything he went through after that. Thoughts all over the spectrum from how could this have happened to me to I'm so lucky I'm still alive. Even though Pescao could not be on the water, he was able to assist people getting in the water and he was still around the sport that he loved and will always love. He was inspirational in this sense and everybody who spent time there had a deep-rooted respect for him.

The hammer. That's what Macabee means in Hebrew. It hammered me right through the door into the Jewish community in Colombia. Yes, I didn't know it either but Colombia does have a Jewish community and I know just about all of them. The day I was leaving to go to Cali, Colombia I met a Colombian Jew and next thing you know I was staying at his apartment and hanging out in Jewish country clubs, club Shalom. My friend whose place I was staying with grew up in Israel and moved to Colombia when he was 13 years old (now 32). He had an uncle who moved to Colombia and his parents shortly followed to open a clothing business. This business was successful and they lived a nice life in Colombia. Maybe one that would not have been able to in Israel, who knows. His family weren't the only ones doing this at the time. There was a large community of Jews from Israel who moved to Colombia to start businesses and they're all members at club Shalom. It was a very interesting a fun cultural day hanging out with Colombian Jews and they were all very welcoming and happy to have me there.

As fate had it Yom Kippur was beginning the day that I left. As I was racing out of his apartment to catch up flight to the north of Colombia I met a Rabbi in the staircase. We stopped and had a conversation and it turned out he was from New York and had moved to Colombia, married the daughter of a Colombian Rabbi and lived in the apartment across the hall from where I was staying! What a coincidence right? In the basement of a parking lot in Cali, Colombia the morning before the start of Yom Kippur in the evening the Rabbi wrapped me up in Tefillin and had me recite a prayer. The only other time I've worn a Tefillin was at the wailing wall in Jerusalem. We said our goodbyes and off we split. I had the local Jewish experience in Cali that I could have never planned for and for that it was one of the most exciting unknown parts of my trip.

Moral of the story, introduce yourself.

Zona Cafetera

I had to spend Friday night in Medellin. I couldn't be in that city and not see what the night life on weekends was like. It didn't disappoint. I met up with a guy I know from University who has been teaching there for the past 8 months so I had him show me the ropes. Which ended up being the same ropes that every gringo knows. Parque Lleras, about a 15 minute walk from most hostels is a true public space. It is one that is transformed from a place to sit down and talk on a sunny day to a place to pre-game for people from every part of the world. It is legal to drink in public spaces and the liquor stores across the streets make it easy on you. The park was the most fun party I went to all night as people are friendly and having a fun time. It was a nice sprinkling of gringos and Colombians. It was like a UN conference being held in Parque Lleras and everyone was in a good mood. If this was how political conferences were held they might actually get things done. While, at least if they remembered it!

 It is first come first serve as far as sitting room goes. After that, which is a no reservation type of deal, it a a make-your-own seat or standing room only. This scene of drinking, smoking, talking, street performances and dancing is happening until 4 am until everything is closing down. YES! In a public park. It was amazing. The park is surrounded by bars and clubs whose music is mixing together until it arrives to your ears in the park where it is hard to distinguish which song is coming from where. But you know that it is from all 360 degrees around you. If I had more time to discover the other clubs I'm sure I wouldn't have been disappointed. Any choice you make was going to be a fun one, even if your choice was to stay in the park all night. About a 5 minute walk from this park, depending if your walking straight or swerving, named Parque Poblado (Poblado is the neighborhood). In this park you will encounter a similar scene. Only the 5 minute walk attracts more locals than tourists for a reason I do not know. 

After a few hours of passing out, not sleep, it was check-out time and I knew that I wanted to keep my travels moving even though my body was telling me otherwise. I met a Chilean and we were going to go together even though we were feeling the same way. We mustered up the courage and strength and next thing we knew we were leaving the beautiful city of Medellin. A warning would have been nice that the roads were as winding as the coils of a slinky. We only bought one seat each, even though his food and drinks decided to join us in the back corner of a small 10 person shuttle bus. Luckily I was able to hold mine back, barely.

We arrived in the Coffee Region to a town named Salento. Here it was a little cooler, light jacket weather, as we were a little higher up in the green mountains where Coffee grows best. This was a little cute town with a plaza and one main boulevard which reminded me of Guatape with its colorful buildings and spanish balconies. Just because it was small did not mean it was quite. Everybody was outside enjoying their Saturday night. Shopping, eating, drinking and dancing. That is a pretty good summary of a typical night in Latin America. From ages 16 until death. 

In Salento, we went on a horseback ride to the different Coffee plantations and to a waterfall. Typically, I do not drink coffee. I find it to be something that people become reliant on to be awake and expensive. That being said, I vowed to myself to drink coffee while in Colombia. If I was ever going to drink coffee now was the time. As I was in the coffee region of one the most famed places for coffee it was time! As one of my roommates in college always asks me when we talk "Are you a man yet?" Me: "Yes, my balls have dropped" Him: "Do you drink coffee yet?". I was going to earn my manhood. It also helped that it was only $1-2 USD a cup.

Salento is the launching point for the must see Valle de Cocora. From Salento we took a 'Willy' aka a Jeep with bench seats and people holding on from the back, me, to the Valle. It is a beautiful Valley that has Colombia's national tree, the Wax Palm Tree. It is an odd looking tree as it is neck-hurtingly tall and huggingly skinny. Yes, I just made up that word. But it is a great tree for tree huggers! Most people from here do the 3 hour loop trail that takes you through the Wax Palm forests and up on the mountain to get a great viewpoint. This was something we wanted to do with the additional 3 hour trek to another waterfall. So we made the easy decision to stay at a little refugio in the mountains called 'la casa de colibrí (house of the hummingbird). This was not a random name as this classic refugio was full of colorful flowers and diverse hummingbirds. An abundance of hummingbirds like overweight people in the Ft.Wayne zoo. This was our jumping point to do a side-trek usually missed by tourists. The trek lead us to great viewpoints as well as dense parts of the forest. Overall, it was worth it just to wake up in the mountains after the coldest night I would ever experience in Colombia (discounting rooms with AC). The next morning we trekked out, but not before walking through these Dr. Seuss trees and enjoying a nice garden grown cup of coffee.

Before leaving Salento I stopped at a place I stumbled across walking back to the hostel. A restaurant that was owned by a guy from Portland and had American food! What is American food? Let me tell you. Hamburgers, chicken wings, sandwiches, brownies, milk shakes and PEANUT BUTTER. Yes, homemade peanut butter. This was a type of heaven for me as Colombian food is well known for being atrocious and fried. If body image weren't one of the most important things to Colombians I'm sure they would all be fat. At least based off of the food in most restaurants. Speaking of fat, I pigged out on the best chicken wings on the planet and bought a peanut butter jar to go. He makes his own homemade peanut butter in Colombia. That is like finding water on Mars. When I travel, I travel with a jar of peanut butter. Mine had run out about a month prior and I was forced, by myself, to buy a shitty jar in a grocery store. This man saved me. Thank you. What a cool guy, so Oregon to move somewhere and make your own PB. His job when he lived in Oregon was 'Inventor'. Great people Oregonians.

Pictures to come once my computer loosens up a bit and accepts my camera.

Overnight trip to Guatape

An hour bus ride from Medellin you arrive to Guatape. After a short moto-taxi ride and a 740 steps up a giant rock, La Piedra del Penol, you are on top of the world. Or so it feels from the rock. You are looking at what appears to be a Monet painting with the turquoise finger lake wrapping around and consuming little pieces of jungle land. Your not quite sure what your looking at, but it appears as a lake with little islands everywhere. Or is the land connected are they islands? The lake goes on for as long as your eyes can see. At the turquoise water line the orange earth takes where it roots the trees that soon become dense green jungle. The colors are amazing, no paintbrush necessary! Just the wonders of earth. This town is full of adventure and color. Not only did mother earth paint the scenery to be colorful, but man painted the town to be so. There are little murals painted all over decrypting different people of Colombia as well as animals, rainbows, you name it. You can spend a day just wandering the little town looking at all the different pictures. Not only that, but the buildings in the town look like a magical skittles commercial because they are all colors of the rainbow. I was outside a cafe here drinking a coffee (I had to b/c I was in Colombia) and enjoying the colors when a group of Colombian teenagers on a school trip sat down and befriended me. We talked and took pictures away as they fought to take solo-pictures with me (instead of group) until their teachers had to drag them away to continue there day!

On the lake you can go swimming, go on a boat tour (which includes drinks and food!), rent kayaks and apparently windsurf according to a big statue they have there. Although, I did not see anybody windsurfing nor feel any wind. In spite of all of these activities I felt the need to exercise. Spur of the moment I rented a bicycle and rode 26km by myself to the town over named San Rafael. It was a little local town tucked away in the cloud forest. Yes, that is a thing on this planet, not just in fairytales. The first 13 km took me winding around uphill alongside parts of the lake that I probably saw from the top of the rock, but looked unfamiliar. I was out of shape so that didn't help. Neither did the fact that my gears would downshift. All 13 of those km were entirely worth it as the next 13 were downhill! Winding around the windy roads, stopping off to dip in some waterfalls along the way! As I rode by people tending to their land they look at me like I was some kind of loco. Come to think of it I was the only biker I saw the entire time! Although it could have been that it was a Friday afternoon as well. It was safe to say I took the bus back!

If you are ever in Medellin Guatape is a must!

Colombia: Misunderstood

Cocaine, Violence, Pablo Escobar, War on Drugs, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Political Instability, Smuggling, Women, Rebel Groups, Coffee, Cartels, James Rodriguez

These are some things that might come to mind when one thinks about Colombia. Actually these are the things that the world thinks about when they hear about Colombia. Especially Cocaine, Pablo Escobar and Violence. Yes, Pablo Escobar did live in Colombia and he is the main reason cocaine has been exported around the world and it is a part of modern day culture. Violence summarized most of his reign as the "King of Cocaine" as he was somebody whose bad side you didn't want to be on, unless you didn't value your life. However, to some people he was seen in a greater light. Usually the poorer people. As he was known for buying houses for poorer people and help renovate underdeveloped areas. There are stories still floating around Medellin, where he ruled from, about him buying kids cars and bikes for almost no reason at all. However, this doesn't take away from any of the people he killed or the fear that most people lived in throughout the 80's and 90's as Colombia, the epicenter being in Medellin, became the murder capital of the world.

In 2015, twenty-two years after the head of the snake, Pablo Escobar, was announced dead Colombia still has the reputation of drugs and violence. Having most of these thoughts in my head I was a little wary to travel through Colombia. As most travelers going through South America tend to skip Colombia, making it all the more intriguing as well. I was expecting Colombia to be much more undeveloped than Peru & Argentina. Both of which I have spent significant time in and attract bundles of tourists year-round. Mainly due to the wonders of Machu Picchu and Patagonia.

Stepping out of the airport doors and into the wild mayhem of South America is usually full of many people yelling at you to get in their cabs showing you their name tags to try to inform you that they are a formal, safe taxi service. It is like throwing food into a pond full of fishes and having them all fight for a nibble. As the food, it is very overwhelming and you don't know who to trust or how much of the "gringo price" they are giving you, because they are surely raising the price. As I prepped myself to walking through the door putting on my game face, trying to pretend I was Argentinean I shocked. No one came up to me. I wasn't being surrounded. What was wrong? I smelled my air pits and they still smelled like Old Spice. Was I in the wrong place? It turns out that they are organized and friendly with other cab drivers. They have a line and the first in line takes the first driver etc. etc. They also have collectivos, which are shared taxis (The US has finally caught on with UberPool) where you pay much less and wait until the taxi is full and then off you go. On the 45 minute drive to Medellin the roads were spectacular. Some of the nicest, smoothet paved roads I had ever been on. Maybe my perception was a little skewed as I had been driving on narrow rocky informal roads for the past 4 months. Even so they were amazing. But most surprising of all the drivers actually obeyed the laws. WHERE WAS I? Because it sure wasn't like anywhere else I had ever been in South America. Red meant stop and green meant go. Cars weren't passing each other at random times with cars in the oncoming lane approaching as if you were going to have a head-on showdown. As we approached the crest of the valley of Medellin we looked down on the shining orange lights of the city nice Schwin, Trek, Specialized & Giant road bikes were going up the valley in abundance. The kind of bikes that you only see in privileged parts of the US. Now I was really curious where I was because this wasn't the Colombia, especially not the Medellin that I've heard about on the news or by the preceding reputation of Colombia.

Los Paisas, the people from Medellin, are extremely proud to be from Medellin (pronounced Medejin). The are very regionalistic and believe that they are the most developed, the best looking and the most successful and from the most beautiful part of Colombia. They love their city. Let me tell you something else that Colombia is famous for that you might not have known. They're famous for having the second happiest people in the world (behind Brazil). Not only are they happy but they're so friendly you feel like they have some kind of angle or are going to ask you for money for the help. City people around the world have reputations for being more in a rush and non-personable. Medellin doesn't fit that stereotype either as they are the second biggest city in Colombia with 2 million people but they go out of there way to talk to you and ask you where you're from and if you're enjoying yourself in Colombia. On multiple occasions I was lost and looking for something and not only did people give me directions they walked me to where I was going to ensure my safety and to get to know me.

Like I said earlier, Medellin used to live up to its reputation as the capital of cocaine and violence. People were scared in their own city that they love so much because of Escobar's operations. Not only were Escobar and other cartels making them live in fear, but fighting Marxist rebel groups would have acts of violence such as various bombings and shooting that occurred in Medellin and around the country. Los Paisas were desperate for change. A strong symbol of this group mentality for change was a metro train that one mayor ordered to be built. As the city was growing at a rapid rate due to immigration from the Colombia countryside the city was disconnected and violence ensued from lack of/access to formal jobs. Thus, they got caught up in gangs and drug life. The mayor called for the construction of a Metro during these rough times in Medellin and boy was it a great idea! The train has been running in 1995 and is incredibly well-respected by the locals. It is spotless. I would much rather lick the floors of that metro than I would the floors of most houses. It connects the entire city north south and east and west. Ending long commutes for workers, making the city more accessible to everybody rich and poor. While at the same time allowing for tourist infrastructure. It is nicer and cheaper than any train I have ever been on in my life. Latin America is notorious for traffic and being disorganized but this city goes against yet another reputation.

Medellin, like most Latin cities has informal shanty town called 'invasiones' on the hills. These areas are flooded with violence and poverty. As they have no economy and live to far away to reach the city. Even with the creation of the metro they live in the hills where the metro does not reach. With the great success of the Metro and the reform of Medellin they decided to build cable cars that start at a metro stop and go all the way up into the hills. This could have either been a great idea, as it gave these people access to the city and opportunity. Or it could have been a horrible idea as they were giving gangsters access to the city. Los paisas were so ready for a change that this has been amazing for the city and they have now built two cable cars and are planning on building more. They have also built a moving escalator, like in airports, however this one is outside and goes from the bottom of the valley to the top. It is one of a kind. They are an example for the rest of South America and they have been recognized. Other countries such as Brazil and Peru are looking to build cable cars and are hoping it is as successful as it has been in Medellin.

They have also built world-class libraries in these shanty towns and state of the art sports fields. It is an amazing contrast that could not have worked had the people not wanted change. Everybody was so sick and tired of living in fear that they have made it work. Because it is up to the citizens to make the change. The infrastructure was built for them and they chose to use it for good rather than for evil.

Yes, there is still Cocaine in Medellin. Supply wouldn't exist without demand. The demand mostly sits in the USA and Europe and that is apparent when you are in Colombia. The tourists are the ones running around coked out of their heads, not the locals.

Picture from the top of one of the cable cars.

To see or not to see?

After finishing up my summer job at Rustic Pathways in Peru this summer I made sure to book my ticket at least a month after my end date for some imperative traveling, after a summer where all I did was travel. Yes, I was wiped out and tired after 60 days of nonstop traveling while being in charge of groups of 20 dependent, vulnerable, horny, non-stop question asking, high maintenance teenagers. It is a job where you are technically working 24 hours a day, however when you are whitewater rafting, zip-lining, bungee jumping and visiting some of the worlds most renowned historical sites it doesn't always feel like a job. However, when you are herding kids like sheep in foreign countries where they don't speak the language, translating, arranging meals, taking care of injuries and answering the barrage of questions about what we will be doing every minute for the next 15 days it can feel like a job.

Anyways, after these memorable 60 days I needed to jet-set myself and I only had a little over a month to decide where I was going to parade around in South America. My only restriction was my flight was leaving out of Medellin and that I was in Lima, Peru at the time. To some people this can seem like a daunting task. How will I get to Medellin? Where will I stay? Isn't Colombia dangerous? Is it safe for an American to go there alone? Most people would consider me relaxed in this aspect as I prefer to travel in this fashion and thrive doing so. In my eyes my trip was already a little restricted because I had a return ticket and I had to be in Medellin by a certain date. I enjoy the thrill of a showing up in a city or a pueblo by myself in the night time with my backpack and getting off the bus with everybody staring at me wondering why I am there. Judging me curiously with my sunkissed (or furiously burnt) face, my sleeveless shirt demonstrating my white gumby like arms,  my light colored long hair tied back into a ponytail and my shorts. If these clues weren't obvious enough to demonstrate that I was a gringo surely my 35lbs backpack shooting above my head like a linebackers neck protection and my smaller backpack on my frontside were. Not having anywhere to go and not knowing anybody in the town add an excitement as well. It is a great way to get a feel for the people are you speak to them and ask them if they know of any cheap hostels nearby. This is a great indicator of the people of the city and even the people from the country. There willingness to talk to a lost stranger and their receptive manner to this. So, as much as they are judging me, I am not only judging them, but their entire population. For this reason it is important that I do this often to get as many subjects as I can to have more of a wholesome experiment. It would be unfair if I judged all of Peru based off of the one person who was late for a date at 10pm on a Tuesday (and yes, chances are everyone is late, don't forget I'm in Latin America).

With a little over a month to myself and after visiting the two sites in Peru I had to before I left Peru (Huaraz & Iquitos) I was debating whether I should split my time between Ecuador and Colombia or just get to know Colombia really well. This is a tuff debate for a traveler and really depends on the type of traveler that you are. Also, of course, your budget. Should you see more countries and go to all of the places that you would think of going to on a pre-mediated trip, more of the tourist route (i.e. for Peru Machu Picchu, Lake Titicaca, Arequipa). OR, do you go to a country and really get a good feel for it. Not rushing through it and having time to visit small pueblos that you wouldn't have time to do. I don't like to rush, in most aspects of life, so I choose Colombia and only Colombia. This meant leaving from Iquitos (where the Amazon river basin begins), which is only reachable my plane or boat, I would have to fly into Colombia or take a boat. Distance wise it should be easy to fly to Colombia, but because Peru is so centralized it is cheaper to fly to Lima and the fly to Colombia than it is to fly directly to Colombia. I choose the boat ride 10 hours in speedboat rather than 3 days in slow boat further down the Amazon to Leticia, Colombia.

Look at a map of Leticia, Colombia to see that right there is where Colombia, Peru and Brazil border. It is interesting because more than really belonging to these countries these people belong to the amazon. They have beautiful, smooth, naturally moisturized mocha skin. The men don't have facial hair as an evolutionary trait of living in the Amazon. It is too humid to have hair in the amazon and I can confirm that statement with my ponytail and my Jewish, Italian genes having spent a good amount of time in the Amazon. Genetics are amazing and mine definitely do not come from there! Even though these people are more Amazonian than anything they still have a ton of pride for their own respective countries, especially in matters as important as futbol. On the day that Colombia played Brazil in the 2014 World Cup they closed land border shared between them that is typically free to cross. I'm sure this was necessary as they are both loquito for their teams. The border between Peru and Colombia has to be crossed by boat but between Colombia and Brazil it can be easily crossed by foot. I crossed in the Brazil just for fun while I was there and it is amazing how much 10 yards can make. All of a sudden things were in a different language, the people looked different, they were listening to Samba music, eating different food and drinking different beer! It is amazing to see the difference between 3 countries all within a confined area. This women I talked with in Brazil told me that most people there don't speak Spanish but that they understand it and visa versa with the Colombians and Peruvians. They cross the borders to buy things in the other countries such as electronics and clothes which are cheaper in Colombia and Peru than in Brazil.

It's all relative

I'll have to get used to telling people I'm not 23 but now 24 as of yesterday. As now I am in my mid twenties I'll have to start to take on the responsibilities that come with being 24.

To prep myself I spent my last day being 23 as Luke Skywalker battling Anakin Skywalker in many lightsaber stand offs. What it looked like to people passing by was a 23 year old and a 6 year old running around a yard hitting each other with plastic colored sticks with cool special effects for hours on end. As outlandish and irresponsible as this may sound I have been dulled to feeling public shame or childish after my improv class at second city. Take it as you will but I do with a smile on my face. It is hard to find a lot of people who are perfectly complacent with what they are doing and where they are in their personal lives. It is important to remember to be happy where you are and enjoy with what your doing. Especially, if you know that what your are doing is temporary, like babysitting. If it's so bad that you find yourself questioning your morales and constantly unhappy. Then get yourself out of there if you have given it a fair chance and get your hunting shoes on. They call it a job hunt for a reason because you have to find your prey, stalk it then shoot it. Chances are it's not being done for you.

You can tell your really friends with someone if you continue communication and friendship once you have completed the stage of life you were in together.  For example if you are friends from college remaining friends after college. It is easy to lose contact with people. By reaching out to someone after leaving the place or job where you met it shows effort and thoughtfulness. It is how friendship is maintained and contact is not lost. However, there are also friends that no matter how long you have not talked with them when you see them all is as it was.

More photos from day 1

Los Incas y los incapazez

Jobs that are more effort than gain, cities that are expensive and full of traffic? People that are in a hurry. Climbing of the social latter. Fuck it, this isn't genweenno (genuine)

1 week later, 1 1/2 hours in the clouds and 11,000 ft later and boom there we were. Where a few hundred years ago the center of one of the most successful civilizations to ever exist was governed. Cusco!

Immediately people were nicer, the prices were lower, our surroundings were greener, the air was thinner, the statues were of Incans, people had more Andean features, my eyes and brain were wide open and I was with the only thing that has remained constant in my 20's,  a backpack.

Having lived in Perú for 5 months and not having been to Cusco/Macchu Picchu is considered a sin to most and I myself was a little ashamed. Although I felt ready after exploring other parts of Perú and especially after reading the book Turn Right at Macchu Picchu. 300 pages later and I felt like an expert getting off the plane, or more than those looking to take a picture and put it on their facebook page.

Today, our first full day was spectacular. If Cusco without Macchu Picchu would be worth the visit. Cusco is scattered with pre-Incan, Incan and Spanish marks. One building or wall could hold signs of all three and they are all very distant. The pre-incan constructions are more made out of smaller stones and adobe mud. Strong structures that still exist today. The Incan structures are the structures that are perfectly meshed together without and material between the stones. Stone to stone again for you stoners. Perfectly constructed without modern day tools, using other hard rocks shape the stones and Lego like genius to hold the rocks together (see photo below). It was described to me as a man and a women.  Where the man stone has a phallic like part of the stone in the middle and the female stone with a hole to hold the rocks together tightly without cement or other materials. Sorry for the imagery. These rocks have withstood earthquakes and as it is said in the book that during earthquakes the rocks "dance". Then their is the Spanish style where there are rocks with spaces in between full of a cement like material. In the photo below you can see the Incans creation and the Spanish. Aka the Incans and the incapazez (incapable). A great joke here that I fully appreciate. Unfortunately the Spanish weren't incapable of colonizing, very harshly colonizing the Incans. Intelligence in engineering, astrology, and agriculture among other things was not enough to beat horses, fire weapons and pure brutality.

I romanticize the Incans as I feel most people do. But I know they were not inncoent. They were warriors also and killed many other civilizations in order to establish their own. However, they are the losers in the history books and for this reason one can always ponder what if? Something else interesting about the Incans is that their history wasn't recorded so one can never really say if something was true or false. It all wraps into this mysticism of the Incans and the Andes as they believed in the sun, the moon the condors as the higher world the puma as the material or grounded world and the snake as the under world. That life was a circle and you would go from one to the next. They lived by 3 simple rules: don't steal, don't lie and don't be lazy. Everyone should live by these rules today.

Today we got lucky and found that it was the last day of carnival here. The plaza was packed with people doing traditional dances of all ages men and women. In amazing clothing as well as Andean folk music. Surrounding them was the whole city of Cusco with smiles on their faces water balloons in one hand and a bottle of foam spray in the other. Everyone for hours was dancing throwing water balloon at each other and spraying everyone with foam. It was amazing. We were right in the thick of things.  It never got aggressive and everyone was smiling the whole time.

In the afternoon we visited the Korikapac (The sun temple). The old center of the Incan civilization. Where they woukd worship the sun, stars, rainbows (the road to the g-ds). In this temple the Incans showed off their amazing masonry as the stones seemed to be from a different species they were so perfect. If you need a remodeling or are constructing a new house hire an Incan. As all good things come to an end this was later converted into the first church in south america. The Spanish looted all the gold and silver, ruined 85% of the original temple and painted religious pictures. During an earthquake in 1950 all the Spanish constructions fell and the incans remaining 15% remained standing.

We then went to Sacsaywaman where the last battle between the incans and Spanish took place before Manco Inca ran off into the jungle with the remaining Incans. The rocks at this site were enormous and incomprehensible. How could they construct this. And we were only looking at the remaining 20% that wasn't ruined by the Spanish. In the near distance was a statue of Jesus.

We then visited 2 more watchtower sites and aquaducks. The Incans didnt use fortresses they used watchtowers and had messengers.

Amazing day. Can't wait for more tomorrow.

Love you all! So excited to be home with everyone for the celebration of a lifetime. In the meantime ill be exploring this rich history.

Hakuna mattata

But" Perú is so diverse, we have ocean, desert, sierra and jungle." Peruvians love to tell this to you. I dont know if its because im a foreigner or because everyone who talks to me is contracted my the ministry of tourism, either way Peruvians love to share this fact about their beloved Perú. In my time in Perú I have not had time to travel to the jungle.  I have spent more than my fair share of time in the desert, sand and everything the same color brown can only keep you stimulated for so long. I get it, it doesn't rain here! The parts of the sierra I have been to have been high and dry as well.

I guess 2015 is bringing new things with it, for me this is a green Perú. A green that stretches as far as you can see above, below, behind and in front of you (sometimes this is only 2 feet of visibility it is so thick). The only time the green takes a break is when the muddy, wide current of these valley's piercing rivers are delivering water into the Amazon river and out into the Atlantic. That itself is a sight to see and the brown in this case is a nice balance. 

The end of 2014 and start of 2015 began on the Laguna azul! To get to laguna azul from tarapoto is a 2 hr drive and a 5 minute ferry ride crossing a feeding river into the amazon. This is your ordinary ferry "all aboard". This is more like a blocks of wooden panels nailed together in a drunken manner with 2 janky motors. It floats doesn't it? Serves the same purpose, just wouldn't want to be on it on a bad day! Not only did they stuff a mountain of people on it, why not put semi trucks and other vehicles. A free for all. The name of the town was Sauce and it was saucy. The roads were only made of dirt and the jungle had this friendly energy to it. Maybe because everyone is scared of what lies outside the pueblo in the jungle! They believe that the devil lives in the jungle and people have their accounts of interactions with the devil. It is also widely believed in the town of sauce that a mermaid lives in the lake and takes 1 personas life per year. Turns out that on December 31 someone went missing, their body turned up in the beginning of January. Could it have been the mermaid? Myths are popularly held to be true around Perú.  Every town you go to and every different type of people/language/culture you interact with here in Perú has their local beliefs. It makes it a very mystical place. I would love to write a book of short stories going around Perú to these isolated villages and writing these locals beliefs, tales, accounts of these people and their stories. Firstly, because they are interesting and unique. It is amazing to see that within one countries borders so many beliefs can be held. Secondly,  so that these beliefs and cultures are not lost with increasing globalization.

Anywho, we spent a few days here kayaking around the lake, horseback riding through the jungle and then meeting the local Sauceinos. My favorite thing when traveling is to meet the locals and see their style of living. Here everyone was outside around the volleyball/fútbol field watching their neighbors play and run around. Everyone who was old enough (family discretion) worked on their chacra (land) tending to the rice, bananas, cacao, sugar cane and coffee. After interacting with the people and seeing the village we were leaving when a weathered man wearing a Yankees hat called us over. He called us beautiful and made us sit down and started telling us a million stories but didn't finish one! We all know someone like that :). In the middle of every story he would stop and say " ey amigo lindo, q lindo pelo tienes" (hey beautiful friend, how beautiful your hair is) haha it was hilarious. At first it was Kiki, him and myself and one by one two by two we were in the center of a big crowd of Sauceinos drinking local sugar cane alcohol, making jokes, laughing, singing and one crazy women was dancing. It was one of those moments that you never expected to happen, by going on a sunset walk, but one that was exactly where you wanted to be in.

After Sauce somehow the ferry was still functioning and we made it back to the city of Tarapoto. From here we didn't waste any time and next thing you know we were in the back of a motorbike on a dirt road avoiding all the potholes passing by "alternative therapy" centers (places people go to take ayawaksa). At the point where the potholes met dense forest the moto stopped and we were greeted by a group of men with machetes. One of these machete bearers, Carlos, was our new friend, roommate and guide for our 3 days and 2 nights in the jungle jungle. He grew up in Tarapoto and had been doing this since for the past 3 years (he's 17). He knew every plant and their uses for healing purposes for everything as well as every animal. Insects, birds, mammals, everything. Their noises, colors, if they were venomous, how they attack, habits. And he didn't learn this in school. It was amazing to see and be able to ask him any questions and get answers. Then again, I probably would have believed anything to be true.

Reading the book "Turn Right At Machu Picchu" made this experience more exhilarating as I felt like I was living a similar experience to the one I was reading about. Trekking through the jungle on what some might call a trail and others might call crazy. There was no such thing as flat as what people from the Midwest would call flat, even though he insisted some parts were. They lent us big water boots that fashionable people wear in the northwest but that we were wearing so we didn't get drenched as we had to cross the river 14 times on the way their. I was lucky I had been using the stairmaster at lifetime because a lot of the trek was a natural stairmaster made up of impressively large exposed roots and trees. Grabbing on to trunks and hanging tarzan veins to pull ourselves up. It was the stairway to heaven led zepplin might say, others might say the stairway to hell. However you had to be careful grabbing onto the branches because their are ants the size of your pinky that if they bite you they sting for 24 hrs. As we were walking along we saw a snake on the rocks. We stopped and looked at it from a safe distance, 2 feet. It was my first time seeing a wild snake and a very poisonous one at that Carlos told us. As we were standing their catching our breath and shitting our pants in fear the snake was in defense mode. With his head curled up and ready to strike. The snake had just recently killed somethibg and was swallowing it in his throat, good thing we didn't arrive a few minutes earlier. All of a sudden the snake struck forward a speed that caught me by surprise and I jumped forward and screeched to get away, prbly not the smartest thing, but my natural city boy reaction nonetheless. It was a strike to leave him alone and that's all I wanted to do. We got the hell out of there and after that I had to split my time enjoying the breathtaking scenery looking for things that could kill me. We crossed paths with all kinds of poisonous frogs but they were little and less intimidating intimidating to me than snakes. They were beautiful yellow, black and red. But apparently their beauty should be taken with caution bc yellow and black together = poisonous.

After 2-3 hours of up and down intense trekking we arrived at our modest home that made gold beach look like the Hilton. Here we stayed at the intersection of 2 rivers in a tent on the 2nd deck. We cooked food over a small flame. Food always seems to taste better after working out and especially when your camping. At night time the full moon light up the entire place like a spotlight it was amazing to see how bright that floating rock was. And to catch it on a full moon, perfect. At night the fun began, at least for the ones who lived in the jungle as they were having fun talking to each other across trees, branches, leafs and rocks.it was fun for us to tune into them and strangely relaxing as we fell into a deep jungle trance.

The next day we went on a 30 minute trek from our campsite to publicly private waterfalls. We had the whole place to ourselves and there was an amazing waterhole to splash around in and let the 40m dropping water to land on your head!
However upon arriving to the waterfalls we got caught up in jungle traffic, a snake! Carlos almost didn't see the snake and almost walked right on top of it. Yikes! As this one was more posionous than the previous one. We stopped for a few seconds, or hours, and the snake slithered away.

Later on that day after eating chicken made on the slow burning grill Kiki and I explored the upper river by ourselves. Originally we were supposed to go to this man's house named Orlando. Hes the only one who lives in the jungle.  He lives by himself and takes care/lives with the wild animals. Monkeys, birds, wild pigs among others. They help him cook food as well. After he chops up food they throw it in the pan for him! Hes a real monkey man! However,  sometimes the monkeys can be aggressive and earlier that day some volunteers were going to his house to deliver food and a monkey bite him and he had to walk back 2 hours through thw jungle with a bleeding heel to get to the hospital to clean his wound.  He advised us not to go bc the monkeys were being too aggressive. Although we saw one as it was coming to shoo him away. Anyways, we were walking up the river and I yelled at kiki to stop as she almost stepped on a snake. A big ol' snake that we showed Carlos a photo of and he said that it was one of the deadliest in that jungle.  He told us that some people come to the jungle just to see snakes and they dont see anything, we saw 3!

Our trek for the next day got cancelled bc it was raining all night and it was too dangerous to trek bc it would be a 2 hr climb to the top and 2 hr down. Mudslides and falling rocks/trees were a big concern. However, we still trekked back a different route and I could see how dangerous it would have been and came to terms with it. On the route back we saw wild pigs and eat fresh mangos, cacao and other fruits right off the branches! Yum! Carlos gave us a little fear as well before our last trek as we was telling us about some stories of his from the jungle seeing Bengals and other people getting bitten by snakes. The scariest of all was these wild boars that hang out in groups of 20-50 and the eat anything that gets in their way. One time he had to climb a tree with his dad and wait for 2 hrs for them to leave so they could keep their lives. Similar account to one in the book. 

Thanks for the amazing x-mas present! I used the filter and swung in the hammock in my new shirts in the jungle! All were in full use!