An Odyssey to

OllantaytamboI’m immeditately stuck in traffic after getting out from the Lima

airport. The stop and go starts to make me nauseous.

First mistake:

Taking photos with my

camera out the window, late at night. The taxi driver says, “No!”

And grabs my camera, seconds away from be-ing grabbed by the bum walking down the street.

I think this photo sums up my general feeling about my first night in Lima. Alone, tired, hungry, and a sick stomach.

I can’t say I’ve felt the way I did when I took the bus from Lima to Cusco. 21 hours of sit-ting and watching the Peruvian landscapes go by is quite an experience.

My Spanish was not very good at the time, so I didn’t talk much with anyone.

I didn’t feel like I was on Earth. Peru was like anywhere I’d ever been.

It was magic and at the same time tragic, because the way of life looked beautiful and at the same time very challenging.

I kept my iPod rolling for nost of my trip, anything from Nick Drake to M83 to CSN and beyond.

It added an entire dimension to an already otherworldly trip.

The next few photographs were shot on a point and

shoot.

A surreal hazy desert with mountains on the horizon. Another unique setting on the way.

I like how the woman stands out in this shot. Another town on the odyssey.

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