That's pronounced gay-sers, as in a gay geezer, which I'm fast becoming. This was a rough trip. Up at 4 am, then 2 hours on a bumpy dirt road, and well below freezing when we arrived, though we did get to climb into one of the steam baths for 15 minutes. It was also a larger group than yesterday and reminded me how much I dislike tours. I think here and there they are necessary...I could have never gotten to these places on my own...and they do provide good Spanish practice. But I always feel a bit trapped, and nature to me is about solitude.
middle-aged hominid spotted near hot springs
Below is a wetlands with some ducks
vicuna below, surrounded by volcanoes....we're at about 14k feet here
Andean village: note crucifixes on each roof for spiritual protection, and the little protector spirit statue. There was the cutest little 5 yr old girl here and I asked her Mom if I could photograph as I know they don't necessarily think its good....sort of like stealing someone's spirit. She nodded NO vigorously. Adios, Elizabet, que tenga buena vida!
Llamas! And I don't mean Tibetans
Our tour group, deep in the cactus canyon: on either side of me are the Dutch tulip farmer (yellow hair) and a nice Chilean guy who I practiced my Spanish with. My Brit friend Eric is in sunglasses next to Dutchman.
I'm off to Salta, Argentina in the morning.
Hey Treb, reading your blog. Pretty awesome stuff. I'm sure you're having a great time.
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