Lima and Baby Alpaca Backpacking Eight Months On the Road Bus Through South America By David Rice |
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| Lima and Baby Alpaca Backpacking by Bus In South America Eight Months On the Road By David Rice |
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Lima, Baby Alpaca
While on my detour to lima to shop for these baby alpaca scarves, I
stayed at the Hostel Espana. I spent two days shopping, eventually
buying five scarves of different colors. Eight feet long and of baby
Alpaca, the finest wool you can get except for Vicuna, I couldn't resist
them at $20. dollars each. I bought browns, grays, and blacks that I will
use as gifts.
From Lima I headed for Quito, a straight shot, where I spent one night
and then I caught a bus early the next morning for Cali in Columbia. I had
at that point been on the road for three days so I stayed in Cali while
resting and looking for an air flight to Panama.
On my second day in Cali, I booked a flight that took me to Bogata and
then to Panama City. I had no intention of riding the sailboat back
although I had liked the Island of San Blas. At this point I was ready to go
home.
From Panama I sped through Central America again and my next rest
stop would be Zipolite Beach on the Pacific coast of Oaxaca, Mexico, a
place where I feel at home. I reacquainted with friends at Zipolite and
rested for two weeks, doing nothing much more than laying in a
hammock, reading books, and recovering from eight months of travel.
In spite of my exhaustion after eight months of South American travel I
sat in a hammock reading The Divinci Code and thinking about a trip to
Europe to see the many churches mentioned in the book.
From Zipolite I went over Oaxaca's mountains to Oaxaca city and caught
a bus back to Missouri, a nonstop 46 hour trip except for several
changes of buses.
Home
Dawn always seems to great me in Springfield when I return form the
road. A taxi picked me up and on the way to the ranch I stopped in to the
grocery store and picked up coffee filters, spring water, and apples, my
breakfast each morning. Finally back home after eight months on the
road, I made coffee and ate apples while looking out on the rolling hills
and then to my garden.
Soon I would start planting cabbages, lettuce, spinach, onions, and
radishes, all the while thinking of my next trip and wondering if I would
ever stay put long enough to harvest what I sow.
While on my detour to lima to shop for these baby alpaca scarves, I
stayed at the Hostel Espana. I spent two days shopping, eventually
buying five scarves of different colors. Eight feet long and of baby
Alpaca, the finest wool you can get except for Vicuna, I couldn't resist
them at $20. dollars each. I bought browns, grays, and blacks that I will
use as gifts.
From Lima I headed for Quito, a straight shot, where I spent one night
and then I caught a bus early the next morning for Cali in Columbia. I had
at that point been on the road for three days so I stayed in Cali while
resting and looking for an air flight to Panama.
On my second day in Cali, I booked a flight that took me to Bogata and
then to Panama City. I had no intention of riding the sailboat back
although I had liked the Island of San Blas. At this point I was ready to go
home.
From Panama I sped through Central America again and my next rest
stop would be Zipolite Beach on the Pacific coast of Oaxaca, Mexico, a
place where I feel at home. I reacquainted with friends at Zipolite and
rested for two weeks, doing nothing much more than laying in a
hammock, reading books, and recovering from eight months of travel.
In spite of my exhaustion after eight months of South American travel I
sat in a hammock reading The Divinci Code and thinking about a trip to
Europe to see the many churches mentioned in the book.
From Zipolite I went over Oaxaca's mountains to Oaxaca city and caught
a bus back to Missouri, a nonstop 46 hour trip except for several
changes of buses.
Home
Dawn always seems to great me in Springfield when I return form the
road. A taxi picked me up and on the way to the ranch I stopped in to the
grocery store and picked up coffee filters, spring water, and apples, my
breakfast each morning. Finally back home after eight months on the
road, I made coffee and ate apples while looking out on the rolling hills
and then to my garden.
Soon I would start planting cabbages, lettuce, spinach, onions, and
radishes, all the while thinking of my next trip and wondering if I would
ever stay put long enough to harvest what I sow.
David Rice
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