Musings on Travel and Life
I wake up hungry. Time to find whatever grocery store serves the ferry terminal. But It turns out there isn’t a grocery store, just a really over-priced restaurant. I’d pass it up, but I’m completely out of food. I try to eat my scrambled eggs and toast slowly, even though I’d love to demolish the …
It’s been four days since the sickness, and all traces have gone. If anything I feel better than normal. Maybe I needed the time off my feet, and the sickness gave a rest I would never have taken otherwise. All I know is that I’m stronger than I’ve been in weeks. I’m also nearing the …
There’s a pressure in the back of my head. The sensation spreads into my hamstrings, and then my calves and my back and my butt. It’s a slow, subtle waking, emerging imperceptibly from the void of sleep. I’m still not fully alive. There’s a sluggishness in my legs, as if the very cells of my …
It’s been two days since the camp near the cliffs. Two days of fast, steady marching, over 50 kilometers a day. And until a couple hours ago, it was two days of strong, sunny skies. But now the weather hangs thick and cloudy, with the pressing weight of air about to rain. It’s near sunset, …
I’ve rested two days in Coyaique, stuffing my face with veggies and carbs. The deadness in my body is gone. Instead there’s a thrill as I tighten the straps on my pack. I’d forgotten the sheer lust for moving that a healthy body can feel. I take my first steps at a joyous pace. My …