Haz clic aquí para leer en español Written by Fidgit It was one of those towns which instantly underwhelms: The plaza was an uneven dirt square. Funding was coming from…

Ever since that old man grabbed me and would not let go in Villa O’Higgins, then later the other villagers told me they had found a girl tied up in his house, I have given myself permission to be ruder than I ever thought permissible during my upbringing.

“When tourists first came to the Huayhuash,” she explained, “they would ask local people to guide them and then give them money. Sometimes they just gave people money, so the people got used to that,” she shrugged.

But in other areas, and oh these are the true treasures my friend, the road still stands as it was built. A smooth cobbling of rock or carved smoothly into a rock face, draining water, holding its ground, sometimes as wide as a highway.

I think we made a mistake in calling it “Mother’s Day.” I think we meant to celebrate “Someone Loves me Unequivocally” Day. For those inside the bounds of a healthy…

You think you’d know if you met a terrorist, right?

Papas and Quinoa

Written by Fidgit Climbing out of Andahuaylas, we diverted onto a stone aqueduct. We like the aqueducts; they follow a gentle grade. Following the narrow trail alongside the stone embankments…

Haz clic aquí para leer en español Almost two weeks ago, we began the third year of Her Odyssey. Our goal by the end of 2018 is to travel 5000…

Some lessons have been and continue to be learned the hard way. Here’s hoping these tips make it easier for you.