Seasons Greetings, Friends! It's been since Peru that I put thoughts to paper and filled you in on some tales. The fall has been long and although colorful, less than uplifting and inspiring.
But...it appears Old Man Winter is lurking and ice climbing season is upon us. Crampons have been purchased, boots have been fitted and pro-deals have secured much needed insulation. So, what does this mean? One of my many "that sounds like fun" ideas has been to sign up for the Alpine Skills Weekend with Potomac Appalachian Trail Club - Mountaineering Section. At the end of January, I hope to acquire skills to plunge me into some new adventures. I imagine the training will be long and hard. But discipline supposedly yields success - summiting Mount Washington! Yes, the cold, wind conditions probably daunt me more so than the physical, but an experience it will be.
Stay tuned for my training progress. Sunday - Old Rag in the Shenandoah National Forest.
Lindsay Rohrbaugh
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Friday, December 12, 2014
Monday, September 8, 2014
Adios and muchas gracias Cusco! Onto Lima tomorrow
Bienvenidos todos!
What a marvelous couple of days in Cusco. My first night, the rain and fog hit the lights on the streets in such a way making plaza enchanting. The city welcomed me back with open-arms. I have made ensured meals consisted of lots of quinoa and cerveza!
The place I'm staying is off the road and requires walking through three courtyards within a schoolyard to reach it. The terrace on the fourth floor lends itself to a most miraculous view of the city. Morning wake up calls are the sounds of dozens of chatty children pumped up on sugary treats running around the courtyard during a break from their classes. I can faintly make out teachers attempting to settle the balls of energy with exhausted efforts.
The following days yielded much walking. I have even hiked up to the Cristo Blanco on two separate occasions! No doubt the over 550 steps left me slightly winded but the altitude has not phased me. Maybe my body has just resigned itself to the fact that it is going to be pushed to some ridiculous level above sea on annual basis so it has decided to cope? Nija Warriors, here I come!
Shopping is the ultimate downtime here. As if a game, I weave myself in and out in the various markets tucked away on the old brick streets. This years style of alpaca sweater is strewn throughout the markets, each with something slightly different to offer. Finding exactly what you're looking for is a skill that requires precision, patience and haggling.
Between all my shopping sprees, I managed to have time to take a chocolate making workshop at the Chocolate Museum. Nibbles of milk chocolate, dark chocolate and white chocolate awakened the palate for further indulgences of chocolate tea, Mayan hot chocolate and Inca hot chocolate. Two polar opposites - one spicy of cayenne the other sweet with honey.
As fortune would have it, there was the parade going on Saturday through Monday, all through the night, in celebration of one the many saints. Bands harmonize with classic Peruvian music; masses of Peruvians adorned in costume marching and smiling through the streets. Various sweets, chicha and corn snacks lend themselves at every turn. Normally quiet and reserved women are indulging in cans of Cusquena and startling the passing tourists as they block their paths, trying to engage them in a dance. The random wafts of sage reinforce the ancient feeling of the city.
Wrapping up my time here, I took a cooking lesson with CuscoCooking. Our chef, Luis, lead us to San Pedro market (a market I'd become quite familiar with) to obtain supplies. Navigating the narrow aisles of salted alpaca meat, freshly butchered meat assortments and smells, we weigh out the vegetables and herbs required for our meal. The fruit section comprised of many unfamiliar fruits. And what better way to determine what to buy? Tasting of course! Passion fruits, pepino, cherimoya and the likes introduced themselves to the class happily.
Back in "la cocina", Luis guided us through a three course meal - corn soup, llomo saltado and chocolate fondu with our new-found fruit friends. And let's not forget the passion fruit sour - salud!
Completely satiated, I have made my way back through the courtyards and up to my room to try to consolidate all my wonderful treasures into my backpack before setting off for Lima tomorrow. I may get up early to grab a Starbucks coffee (yes, corporate America has found its way here) and bid the Plaza de Armas one last goodbye. And then onto Lima for the last leg of the trip and to meet up with Natalia!
Love to all,
Lindsay
What a marvelous couple of days in Cusco. My first night, the rain and fog hit the lights on the streets in such a way making plaza enchanting. The city welcomed me back with open-arms. I have made ensured meals consisted of lots of quinoa and cerveza!
The place I'm staying is off the road and requires walking through three courtyards within a schoolyard to reach it. The terrace on the fourth floor lends itself to a most miraculous view of the city. Morning wake up calls are the sounds of dozens of chatty children pumped up on sugary treats running around the courtyard during a break from their classes. I can faintly make out teachers attempting to settle the balls of energy with exhausted efforts.
The following days yielded much walking. I have even hiked up to the Cristo Blanco on two separate occasions! No doubt the over 550 steps left me slightly winded but the altitude has not phased me. Maybe my body has just resigned itself to the fact that it is going to be pushed to some ridiculous level above sea on annual basis so it has decided to cope? Nija Warriors, here I come!
Shopping is the ultimate downtime here. As if a game, I weave myself in and out in the various markets tucked away on the old brick streets. This years style of alpaca sweater is strewn throughout the markets, each with something slightly different to offer. Finding exactly what you're looking for is a skill that requires precision, patience and haggling.
Between all my shopping sprees, I managed to have time to take a chocolate making workshop at the Chocolate Museum. Nibbles of milk chocolate, dark chocolate and white chocolate awakened the palate for further indulgences of chocolate tea, Mayan hot chocolate and Inca hot chocolate. Two polar opposites - one spicy of cayenne the other sweet with honey.
As fortune would have it, there was the parade going on Saturday through Monday, all through the night, in celebration of one the many saints. Bands harmonize with classic Peruvian music; masses of Peruvians adorned in costume marching and smiling through the streets. Various sweets, chicha and corn snacks lend themselves at every turn. Normally quiet and reserved women are indulging in cans of Cusquena and startling the passing tourists as they block their paths, trying to engage them in a dance. The random wafts of sage reinforce the ancient feeling of the city.
Wrapping up my time here, I took a cooking lesson with CuscoCooking. Our chef, Luis, lead us to San Pedro market (a market I'd become quite familiar with) to obtain supplies. Navigating the narrow aisles of salted alpaca meat, freshly butchered meat assortments and smells, we weigh out the vegetables and herbs required for our meal. The fruit section comprised of many unfamiliar fruits. And what better way to determine what to buy? Tasting of course! Passion fruits, pepino, cherimoya and the likes introduced themselves to the class happily.
Back in "la cocina", Luis guided us through a three course meal - corn soup, llomo saltado and chocolate fondu with our new-found fruit friends. And let's not forget the passion fruit sour - salud!
Completely satiated, I have made my way back through the courtyards and up to my room to try to consolidate all my wonderful treasures into my backpack before setting off for Lima tomorrow. I may get up early to grab a Starbucks coffee (yes, corporate America has found its way here) and bid the Plaza de Armas one last goodbye. And then onto Lima for the last leg of the trip and to meet up with Natalia!
Love to all,
Lindsay
Friday, September 5, 2014
Arrived in Cusco - Behold, the Andes Mountains!
Hola!
I have arrived in Cusco! The weather is cool and drizzling, but already my spirits have been lifted with the Andes in view. Insert huge sigh here...Found my way back to Cusco Plaza where I stayed with G Adventures 3 years ago! Insert second gigantic sigh here...I am already indulging in a warm cup of coca tea. I need to rest and take it easy while I adapt to the altitude but my itchy feet desire to wander around the Plaza de Armas again. Maybe a hot shower and non-jungle clothes will do for the time being. Yes, I think so.
I'm here until September 9 then off to Lima.
Love to all,
Lindsay
I have arrived in Cusco! The weather is cool and drizzling, but already my spirits have been lifted with the Andes in view. Insert huge sigh here...Found my way back to Cusco Plaza where I stayed with G Adventures 3 years ago! Insert second gigantic sigh here...I am already indulging in a warm cup of coca tea. I need to rest and take it easy while I adapt to the altitude but my itchy feet desire to wander around the Plaza de Armas again. Maybe a hot shower and non-jungle clothes will do for the time being. Yes, I think so.
I'm here until September 9 then off to Lima.
Love to all,
Lindsay
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Heading to Cusco Tomorrow
Today has been a day to explore Puerto Maldonado...and I am done. After spending two hours in the Star Peru office trying to gimp my way in Spanish, I managed to change my flight and I depart for Cusco tomorrow. Words cannot even begin to relay my relief to be venturing to the mountains again and seek cooler climates. It is hard to believe, but Puerto is hotter than the jungle. Although, the rains came this morning and have mellowed the temperatures slightly, sweat unceasingly ripples out of every pore.
Seeking a bookstore for a Spanish-English dictionary, I met a new-found friend, Raul. At first I thought he worked there, but again, after using some broken Spanish on my part and broken English on his, he was just hanging out. He was a lawyer and psychologist from Arequipa here for family. The bookstore was closing at 1200 pm, as everything does for "siesta" and Raul embraced me in a whole-hearted hug and confirmed we were friends. I left without a dictionary...
We set out to Anaconda Lodge today for lunch and had Thai food with Holwer monkeys. Sadly, more monkeys revealed themselves today than the entire time in the jungle.
I know there is much to fill you in on about my almost two-weeks in the jungle, but still wrapping my head around things. And currently, I am doing the hunt-and-peck method on this foreign keyboard, making things quite challenging. Not to mention, it has literally every word underlined as being mispelled! Not an English-speaking computer. So, if there are typos, a thousand pardons, as I would not know at this point.
Wish me luck in my last minute change of plans for tomorrow and hope things go smoothly. Off to catch a tuk-tuk in the dark, crossing my fingers I make it back to the house without being mauled by a pack of wild dogs...
Love to all,
Lindsay
Seeking a bookstore for a Spanish-English dictionary, I met a new-found friend, Raul. At first I thought he worked there, but again, after using some broken Spanish on my part and broken English on his, he was just hanging out. He was a lawyer and psychologist from Arequipa here for family. The bookstore was closing at 1200 pm, as everything does for "siesta" and Raul embraced me in a whole-hearted hug and confirmed we were friends. I left without a dictionary...
We set out to Anaconda Lodge today for lunch and had Thai food with Holwer monkeys. Sadly, more monkeys revealed themselves today than the entire time in the jungle.
I know there is much to fill you in on about my almost two-weeks in the jungle, but still wrapping my head around things. And currently, I am doing the hunt-and-peck method on this foreign keyboard, making things quite challenging. Not to mention, it has literally every word underlined as being mispelled! Not an English-speaking computer. So, if there are typos, a thousand pardons, as I would not know at this point.
Wish me luck in my last minute change of plans for tomorrow and hope things go smoothly. Off to catch a tuk-tuk in the dark, crossing my fingers I make it back to the house without being mauled by a pack of wild dogs...
Love to all,
Lindsay
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Made it out of the jungle...
I arrived back in Puerto Maldonado today after leaving the jungle two days early, mostly unscathed. There is much to catch up on and I have some mixed feelings. I was stalked by an ocelot, caught a few bats and snakes, and managed to get chiggers.
I will write more in the coming days, but I'm ready for the mountains.
Love to all.
I will write more in the coming days, but I'm ready for the mountains.
Love to all.
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Made it to Puerto Maldonado
Friday meshes into Saturday
My sleep at the Lima airport rivaled that at the Qatar. This time, there were no chairs since. I have been unable to check in so I am not the departure terminal and therefore STILL lugging the bags around. I feel I found what was "the sleeping place"described by fellow travelers in Lonely Planet: a hallway leading to the security gate.
A few Peruvian men line the floor, already snoring with a newspaper to cover the face as a passerby reads the news he is sheltered with. A cluster of young female travelers sit awkwardly and another young man busies himself inflating his travel pillow. Allowing my overstuffed backpack to crash to the floor, I envision what a nice back rest it would make. Crouching to the ground, I thought this is something I should have done in my 20's but here I am in my 30's, making my nest on the hard surface. But honestly, I don't think I would have been comfortable enough to do this in my 20's and would probably resemble the uptight cluster of female travelers perched at the end of the hall.
Amazed at how quickly I doze off, I was awake just as easily to pillow man using his hand pump unceasingly. He's blowing up an air mattress! You go dude! Maybe I should have whipp out my sleeping bag...
My next sleep-cycle breaking noises are more common - floors being buffed, luggage being dragged. Gazing around, the entire hallway was lined with folks as sleepy as I. It's Saturday; a day to prove just as lengthy as Friday.
A few Peruvian men line the floor, already snoring with a newspaper to cover the face as a passerby reads the news he is sheltered with. A cluster of young female travelers sit awkwardly and another young man busies himself inflating his travel pillow. Allowing my overstuffed backpack to crash to the floor, I envision what a nice back rest it would make. Crouching to the ground, I thought this is something I should have done in my 20's but here I am in my 30's, making my nest on the hard surface. But honestly, I don't think I would have been comfortable enough to do this in my 20's and would probably resemble the uptight cluster of female travelers perched at the end of the hall.
Amazed at how quickly I doze off, I was awake just as easily to pillow man using his hand pump unceasingly. He's blowing up an air mattress! You go dude! Maybe I should have whipp out my sleeping bag...
My next sleep-cycle breaking noises are more common - floors being buffed, luggage being dragged. Gazing around, the entire hallway was lined with folks as sleepy as I. It's Saturday; a day to prove just as lengthy as Friday.
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