Wifey and I just got back from a wonderful trip to Peru. It was just amazing, but no surprise. People tend to have the same reaction > I wanna go to Peru, too!
No you don’t. You don’t want to go to Peru. You want to be in Peru. See, going to Peru is quite a pain in the ass, and some high level tedium as well. You wanna just GO to Peru, I’ll take you right now. We’ll do a virtual reality adventure.
Is that Peru? Did we make it to Lima? Are we at Machu Picchu yet? I have no idea, because this is all I saw for 2 weeks.
See that? It’s a headrest and the back of someone’s head. That is pretty much your view for the next 12 hours. Oh, there are variations to be sure, but mostly this will be your trip. Perhaps you think “oh, to be the guy up front. At least he gets the cool view.” Wrong. First off, he is very tall, so this whole trip will be misery on his body. Secondly? You don’t really EVER want to see the view straight ahead when traveling outside the US. Everywhere outside the US they drive like maniacs. Somehow it works, but it is terrifying.
Do you really want the view up front in a greyhound when the greyhound decides to pass into oncoming traffic on a split highway round blind corners in the cloud forest of Costa Rica? No, you do not. Because you don’t want to see that bus coming at you at 60, and your driver’s solution is NOT to get back into his lane, but to honk at the idiot who is driving down the mountain in their own lane. When it’s not that, there just may be a cow on the highway that you don’t see until its too late. Or, fires right in the road.
Somehow, it always works out. But, I have learned in traveling a decent chunk of the world to stick with the view out the windows. Sideways is your friend, I promise.
Slow down, that was just the long ass drive to the airport at 5 am. Scroll back up to that picture and sit down and stare at it for 45 minutes. DO IT! You want to travel, this is the deal. Ok, airport time. Ready for lines, asshole? You better be. Now that you are traveling international, expect LOTS of scrutiny and lines everywhere.
That is the wifey ahead of me in line. I actually had writing this piece in mind before we left. This is why I am prepared with seemingly dumb photos and perspectives. Why we are deck out in jackets to head to the jungle? Because we had to get up at 3 am and stand in that freezing ass Pike’s Peak parking lot to wait for the shuttle bus. Also, after a week in the beautiful but hot ass jungle, our next stop was Machu Picchu at 12K feet. Don’t worry, we were only there for a few hours. You don’t get those photos. You get to see what the real aspect of travel is > just lines and buses.
Ok, security is done. Once again, paying that $75 for ‘pre’ was WAY worth it. Even though I only fly a few times a year… it is worth it. It gets you relaxed security protocols, and a secret much shorter line. I am loathe to endorse any aspect of TSA, but this program is worth its weight in teeny tiny airline bottles of booze that are hidden all over my person.
This is nice. The stressful part is over for a long time. Now, we sit! You want to go to Peru? Ok. Stare at this picture for 6 hours. Surely, for a 6 hour flight across the continent and the equator will have TVs and movies and charging ports for USB, right? Not this cheap ass plane. This was our flight to Panama. I get it, these are first world problems. Who am I to bitch about world travel? I am Correct, that’s who! Scroll back up. Remember, stare at that seat for 6 hours. You are totally free to sleep, just don’t get up. You can’t. Once the 6 hours has elapsed, you may continue reading.
Because I am kind, and wisely looped on valium and booze, we can skip ahead. We now need to get on our third plane today. The first one went from Colorado to Panama. The next was Panama to Lima, Peru. This last one was Lima, Peru to Puerto Maldonado. This was not exactly supersonic modern travel. Here, I snuck a picture of this janky ass plane.
Ok, we made it! Well, not really, but the air travel part is over. Let’s jump to this part. Please stare at this for 45 more minutes. Don’t get up. And don’t be concerned that the idea this thing we travel over is barely a ‘road’ by any stretch.
We were in an old Land Cruiser. It looked SO cool, but as a ride was horrible. The suspension was shot, no seatbelts, and a door that didn’t totally close. Go ahead and put a camping chair on your washing machine. Then put one of those really heavy rugs in the washing machine that makes it freak out off balance. You know, when you can hear the machine from upstairs… and you go down to check on it and it has walked about 5 feet away from where it was? Yeah, that is your drive from the airport.
Ok. Time for a well earned break. 95% of our travel is done. We made it to the headwaters of the Amazon fucking river! How cool is this. This photo is taken nearing the confluence of the Madre De Rios river, and the Tambopata river. Here is the photo most would post. This is the Instagram influencer photo.
it was stunning. We are finally here! We are on the river of the headwaters of the amazon river in the jungle in Peru. This picture isn’t the whole story, though. It is some clever selection of what I want to show you. Here is a more accurate portrayal, taken standing in the exact same spot. You see, this below is what the world looks like. You won’t find it in any travel books or commercials, though.
This is not a criticism of Peru. Their streets were cleaner than hours. Just keep in mind for every single shot like the top one, this one right here is the one you aren’t seeing. The one they are likely standing on to take that other shot.
Ok, more driving. I pictured this. This was the drive described in the brochure.
Ha ha ha, you dummy. No, your 2 hour drive will be this.
Yes, you feel all in touch with your human roots now. Most tours don’t let you see this stuff. That is why we don’t do tours. We craft our own adventure. In the business, they call it ‘independent traveling’, and they don’t like it. Anyhow, I didn’t even have this view above. I had this view.
Most of my amazing Peruvian memories involve Sean’s neck. End result was this. Just an amazing trip. However, if you did this right without cheating… it took you 16 hours from when you started this piece. If it didn’t, scroll back up to the airplane headrest shot. Stare at that for another 4 hours, because you didn’t count the flight from Panama city to Lima, Peru.
Now you have traveled the world! Oh, here is another example from Thailand that very much fits the theme. I can’t find my pictures, so these are pictures I copped from the internet. However, I genuinely have these exact same photos. There is a very famous and iconic Angkor Wat photo. It is the main palace and sunrise, and being reflected in the water for a perfect mirror image.
To get this pictures sucks ass! You get up at like 4 am, and trudge through the mud with thousands of other pilgrims looking for the shot. The shot, like the one above it, is worth it. It is spectacular, and even more beautiful in person. However, what none of these photos show you is how we got the shot. In a thousand pics of this, you will a very specific angle, which means there is basically one location to get this photo. Turn his camera around, and this is what you actually see. This, below, is my memory. and getting pushed into that mud by understandably overeager tourists.
And see how at least people are staying out of the water? Yeah, that wasn’t the case when we were there. Folks were in the mud. We were in the mud. I sure as shit wasn’t to going to miss this shot for anything. Even if I am only using my cell phone camera. This gal, whose picture I stole, wrote about her experience dealing with the whole thing of getting this shot. It’s pretty great, so let me acknowledge here, and read her piece.
People didn’t travel to the other side of Earth to miss this shot. Also, people are pushing you all the time… maybe on purpose, maybe not. No one means harm. It is just that we all have about a 6 minute window to get the perfect picture. And somehow, ideally, the picture above without all these folks. I think it would be fun to do a travel book just about this. ‘This’ being the disparity of the beauty of the world’s great sites… and the task it is to get there. And… what you actually see. I get it, these are painfully first world problem. Boo hoo to the rich white guy with problems traveling the world. I get that, and I agree. Maybe this is why Rick Steve’s doesn’t leave Europe. Anyone wanna pay me to do this?
*** I didn’t even get to tell you about the train into Aguas Caliente. Here is how that worked. Get some motion sickness in ya. I mean sea-sick throwing up into a bag. Then, come back and spend 3 more hours reading this. That was the train ride. 🙂