Beyond the poverty line. I look like a bum and smell like a junk! I think my days of backpacking may be coming to a close. I am truly not cut out for this anymore! I have no clean underwear and I have hair in places not Seen since my teen years!
I go to bed at night dreaming of getting my legs waxes and enjoying some clean clothing!!!! I have also noticed a small amount of facial hair starting to sprout. I am hoping its due to the extreme weather conditions that we have fallen across.
I actually blame my years working as a conference/travel consultant as I know how the other half lives and it sure as hell is nothing like this! If these hobos I am snuggling up with knew what I was dreaming (mainly parting with the family at Heathrow and booking myself into the Waldorf for a couple of days) they would surly rob me, but luckily the children are heavy sleepers and don´t know where I keep my cash!
We are waiting for a bus to Nazca as Roland feels the need for speed! I feel the need for early widowdom as the idiot wants to take some lightweight aircraft over the lines in the morning. I have already been practicing my extreme sorrow face! After we are heading back to Lima and then onto Iquitos as we are going to the jungle for a week. Its looks quite nice and means that we can spend some time on the Amazon in reasonable safety.
I may need to wash my pants in the Amazon as the situation is looking quite desperate, even more so after Nazca tomorrow!
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