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Ok, here is an unfinished blog entry I thought I better send off now before I disappear off to a desert for 4 days, am having a wonderful time, sorry I have been rubbish at communicating... ´ve given up on the photos for the time being, i´m going to trywrite something inthe30minutes ihave before the busleaves, so forgive the mistakes. Lima: I really loved this place, and as I landed in a gorgeous red sunset (the guy next to me wouldn´t let me take a picture in case i made the plane crash) I remembered it had been my favourite capital city when I was little - so feel a life ambition has been realised there. I braved the sewage and went surfing (in the pacific). I almost drowned with only my board and a floating Inca Kola bottle for company. Lost: A sock. Machu Pichu: This was amazing. No one was there in the afternoon so we sunbathed while an official told us stories about how every year hundreds commit suicide there and how lots just fall off because there are no fences or signs indicating just how dangerous it is. In the background (well, actually, no, right infront of my face) Llamas made the most of mating season, providing an interesting soundtrack to my Inca experience. Lost: An umbrella, offering to Mother Earth we decided. La Paz: wow, an excitingly steep city where altitude is inversely related to wealth of the neighbourhood. I cut my hair really short, to see what it would be like, the lady at the hairdressers kept trying to dissuade me and finally looked away as she took out the clippers (which was worrying becuase I wanted to keep my eyebrow). It was fun looking like an army conscript for a day but then I began to miss my hair. But its not so bad, except for when its sunny and your head burns (someone should have told me) and subsequently look like someone who has leprosy of the head. I now put sunscreen in my hair and blend in with the other greasy latinos. Lost: my hair. Jungles: Gorgeous waterfalls, trees, big spiders, uncomfortable horses. Frequent application of super strength mosquito repellent and constant fidgeting kept the swarms of mosquitos from landing a single bite. The side effect of this was that when jumping to avoid a mosquito i hit my head on a tree and fell back into a river (without piranhas), without my mullet as protection I ended up with huge bloody scab on head for a week. Lost: my friend´s cap that i borrowed.