timekillin'

I'm at the Aeropuerto Internacional Jorge Chavez, in Lima. We're catching a flight to Buenos Aires at 1am. Uhhhh man, there's a lot to say!


The day we left the Amazon for Macchu Picchu was collectively the worst day we've had so far. It was just... a nightmare. We left the lodge in the Amazon at 9am, and didn't get to our hotel in the village of Macchu Picchu until probably around 10:30 that night. When we got to Cuzco, there was all this fuss about our tickets, we didn't have them, we couldn't get a hold of anybody, basically all the shit hit the fan and we kinda had to stand around and wait. Eventually it got figured out and we got on a train at 8:30, lugging all our shit to the train through barely-cleared roadblocks in the dark as it rained on us, I sit down in the packed train car, cold, wet, tired, I pull out my paper journal to write about how miserable I am and my pen explodes all over my hand. It's kind of hard to explain the incredibly foul mental state we were all in at that point... none of us wanted to wake up the next morning. Despite how exhausted we all were that night, it was hard to fall asleep because of the sick feeling in all of our stomachs. Good vibes are crucial between people who spend this much time together, I'm telling you. Crucial.


The next day was much better. Once we started shooting, I think we all felt back on track. Macchu Picchu is incredible... it was hard to take in because we blitzed through it so fast, but wow. I was pretty impressed by our hotel, too. It was fairly high up on the pimp scale. I didn't take any pictures, but Natasha took lots. I'll have to get some from her.

It's getting kind of crowded in this internet place... I feel bad because I've been here for a long time. It's cheap as shit, though. There are rowdy boys punching each other on the other side of my glass partition.

Peru 's been pretty awesome... I've learned that I actually do like haggling. The markets here are incredibly cheap. Everything is pretty cheap. The people are short. There are lots of stray dogs. The corn is very big. Altitude sickness is for reals; it makes you feel kinda dizzy, you get tired fast when you climb shit, and it makes pens explode. Children like to run up to stopped trains and wave in hopes that people will throw money out the window. That's all I've got right now.