Destination: ____________?
 Arequipa a Paracas: Tengo fe. June 29th Tengo Fe Ugh! Another early morning, but like back in the day when I wanted to head to the beach, there was no stopping me. 6:15AM walk down to remind my friend to prepare me breakfast and call a taxi. Theoretically, they were supposed to prepare me a breakfast para llevar but somehow se olvida. No preoculpes! I had my groceries. The taxi dropped me off at a different terminal than before. After a lengthy discussion, I found out the pimp buses leave from an adejacent terminal. I guess so that the two classes would not have to mix. What a difference. I did not have to wait bus side to check my bags nor pay an exit tariff. There was a separate entrance that took you into a waiting lounge. I filled up my portable mug of coffee. The thing is, to be challenged makes me feel alive and happy. To be papered also makes me happy. Today, not having to leap over hurdles also made me happy. When it was time to board the Oltursa bus to Lima (although I was stopping beforehand at Paracas), I was happy to get my pimpin’ view seat. Above my head i saw the Wifi logo. What? WiFi onboard? This has not really happened since Colombia. Also, movies, pillows, blankets AND toilet paper (I know, sad to be happy about this, but you learn to carry your own along with hand sanitizer). It was crazy how quickly the lime green scrubby landscape turned into barren desert. However, I was happy to see the lovely blue ocean adjacent to the dry and barren sandy cliffs. Per usual, I feel weird when I cannot hear the sounds of the crashing waves, it was like I could breathe again. Plus, of course, being at lower altitude. The only thing about driving along the cliffs and seeing the ocean, the way the driver was maneuvering the bus, I felt like we perhaps may have a chance to go surfing sometime this afternoon. This was a time where sitting in the front seat may not be the best thing in regard to a leisurely trip. The times when you are behind a flammable aka peligroso trucks while weaving through the high cliffs and construction zones can make the calmest person leave nailprints into the armrests. Did the driver know that I had skipped the “Death Road” in Bolivia and was trying to make up for my lack of experience? Fuck! There were also no railings along the roads. Of course those are just a mental barrier anyway. OK. I was taking my mental time machine back to St Peter’s. What were the Spanish prayers that Sra. Mori taught us again? I remembered the sign of the cross and of course “Aye Dios Mio!” Did I really need to resort to prayer to prevent me from falling to my death. I knew the Big Dude was shaking his head as me now. “Keren, I understand BOTH English and Spanish. Plus, why the ef are you trying to pray now?” Sorry Big Dude! Yes, we have an understanding, I don’t do that. Plus, I believe prayers are for those who don’t have faith. As always, I knew all would work out fine. If it didn’t, that just meant my time was up. Game over. At least it would have been a fun ride while it lasted. As I told my buddies Jen and Sharon who were extremely worried about me before my departure, “Hey! No worries. If I don’t come back, at least you know I was having an epic time when I left this life.” Well, since you are reading this entry, YES! I made it to Paracas after 10 hours of almost peeing my pants. despite a clean baño con papel hygenico on board. When I got off the bus, I was greeted by la jefe, Alberto’s wife. She wanted to make sure I got to the right place since there were other Hostels that had names similar to theirs. Since I was staying an unheard of 5 noches. I received a nice discuenta. My theory on travel, despite just sitting in one place, all the atoms in your body are moving at the same pace as the bus (hence the need to wear a seatbelt in case of a quick stop to prevent your body from continuing the onward journey). Even though my ass was planted in the seat for the whole ride, I was still tired from a ~520K/10 hour bus journey. After acquainting myself with my home for the next few days, I quickly passed out.
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