I’m in Ruins

Updated: Feb 11

It was a terrible joke for a title. I originally named it Basil the Rat, but the average person would not get that reference. So, a ruins joke.

Attempt at an artistic shot at the Ruins of Marcahuasi

Marcahuasi

At the end of the workshop in San Pedro de Casta, the group visited the ruins at Marcahuasi. While I’m sure you are excited to hear about the ruins... I have the delight to tell you I forgot to enjoy them. I became so distracted by birds, I don’t think I even snapped a picture of the ruins.


We stuffed into a van at 6 AM, and again we took to a small, bumpy mountain road. The drive up proved fruitful for birds. I snagged my first TINAMOU. I only tell you about the experience because I want you to know there are birds called TINAMOUS. Tinamou. Say it out loud and try not to enjoy it. I dare you. I double-tinamou dare you.

Sunrise at the Ruins of Marcahuasi

I could tell you about the birds experienced at the ruins, but I will likely save that for some video blogs upon my return. Instead, I have decided I will just type birds several times. You should probably skip ahead: birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, burds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds.



Basil the Rat

Our first evening back in Lima, I was gazing out the front door when I noticed something large run into my room. It was a pack-rat!

The story could end there, but the following night, Basil was running around the kitchen knocking things over. Before I can force my body into sleep, I soon hear a ruckus in the kitchen. (Where does the word ruckus come from? I will look into this. There HAS to be a good story.) I greatly desired to just ignore the sounds from an obvious search for a rat. However, I knew the search would soon likely to expand to my room, even though it was past bedtime in the household. I walk into the kitchen to view the family armed with brooms in their nighttime garb, preparing to snub the existence out of the rat. You know how this ends. The rat found some secret hole and escaped the wrath awaiting it.

Rats.

La Cucaracha

eThat all is fairly boring, but I had to tell that, to get to the part where the cucarachas began running out of the fumigated rooms. While sitting and watching the twitching bugs, Lewis interrupted me midsentence to say, “Zach, your arm!” I look down to see an extremely large cucaracha running up my arm. How I did not notice, will forever haunt me. Annnnd, of course, it happened one more time during our two-hour porch sitting. Nobody else had it happen. Why. Me. n I joined the family outside while we waited for the poison to settle.


That all is fairly boring, but I had to tell that, to get to the part where the cucarachas began running out of the fumigated rooms. While sitting and watching the twitching bugs, Lewis interrupted me midsentence to say, “Zach, your arm!” I look down to see an extremely large cucaracha running up my arm. How I did not notice, will forever haunt me. Annnnd, of course, it happened one more time during our two-hour porch sitting. Nobody else had it happen. Why. Me. 

Birds. I do this for the birds.

I had to include this picture of Peruvian toothpaste. Super blanco! Advertising is the same across cultures... seriously. When will advertising get creative? 


Kolynos Super Blanco Toothpaste


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