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| Here's a fine example of the ancient art of making things out of reeds. Linda is posing with a motorcycle made from the same materials as the famous Haunchaco reedboats in the background. | |
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| "Are you sure those aren't rain clouds? Because they really look like rain clouds to me." About to start our 8 hour odyssey into the Andes mountains. | "Don't look back, I'm your worst nightmare." Linda about ready to execute a pass on a blind turn on the road (while it was still dry) to Hauraz. |
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| That's our savior, Sylvia and her daughter, Felicitas (the large, hulking, white woman is Linda). They really bailed us out of a tough situation when we were about to freeze to death. | Behind us, the very wet road that leads to the 14,000 ft peak. In front of us, sweet pavement and the town of Hauraz. |
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| "They next time we're taking the #@!%&* chairlift...what do you mean they don't have a chairlift?!?" Linda 'hoofing' it to the top. | Duuuuuuuuude!!!!!! The totally rad travellers preparing to "ski" down to the oasis. |
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| The infamous Nazca Lines. Is this just a hummingbird or some kind of alien landing pad? You make the call. | "No we're not laughing at you, we're laughing with you!" The ancient Nazca cemetary. |