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day 15 @ 10:23 pm

Travel Day. because most of the day was in the Van most of my journaling was about thoughts. all that stuff is behind the cuts. the open pieces are just What Happened.Collapse )

i woke
brushed my hair.
got a bit of breakfast; ate my cherimoya.

went out into the city to erase my pictures from the two computers i left stuff on...

the internet cafe across the street wasn't open yet
so i walked the long block up to the other one
... which was in the process of opening

i got on the computer
and found that it re-images it self every time it is restarted
(which is comon at internet cafes... but not all of them)
- so nothing to worry about.

i wrote a few emails.
then went back to the other place.
-- it still wasn't open.

so i went back up to the hotel
and grabbed my back pack.
when i came down the cafe was open...
but some spy ware program had expired and kept the computer completely locked up..
so i rebooted it in safe-mode to by-pass that
got in
and deleted my files

i stood around outside
taking pictures of the new arrivals...
i'm glad it wasn't my group
there were two big Bubbas
with their wives
-- it would have been torture
... i took a few pictures of them
then got on our new bus.

--- we headed out of town.

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we stopped at a few tourist places

an old ornate church

the highest spot in the road (14,000ft)

& more ruins.

i bought a bag at the church for my stuff that i'd left in Palm Springs
my back pack was getting full and i knew i'd need more space to get it back to NYC...

on one of our pee-breaks
i saw another of those Fortune dolls for Nayland in the shop...
Bigger. Better. Cheeper.
his name is Ekecho. 13 soles.

the ruins were once a huge building with pillars and tons of food storage
now mostly destoyed
and eaten by the weather...


this Hotel is nice.
Jim thought we were having an earthquake:
it was just the wind shaking the building
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i talked with Walter about Mongolia a lot at dinner tonight...
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