"In Spanish there is a word for which I can't find a counterword in English. It is the verb vacilar, present participle vacilando. It does not mean vacillating at all. If one is vacilando, he is going somewhere but doesn't greatly care whether or not he gets there, although he has direction." -John Steinbeck
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Moto Day 1: Cusco to Puno
I took no photos on the first day of my ride, mostly because of the shitty weather. The barren altiplano was astounding as always, and there were moments of sun accompanied by the beautiful feeling of being under way, but more often it spit and hailed on me. I had been hoping to get farther, but due to the weather I stopped in Puno, on the surreal high-altitude shores of Lake Titicaca. It was a very cold night. I slept with my wet socks, to dry them with my body heat.
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