My two days in Guayaquil. The heat, the 8 hour bus ride there, meeting the amazing local memebers. Seeing her for the second time.
Floating down the Tiputini river in the heart of the Amazon, staring at the sky, watching trees pass, tasting the air.
Eating ants that taste like lemon on one of our hikes through the jungle.
Being blessed by a shaman with leaves from a tree and vodka. Plus ayahuasca.
Fucking NAILING a target with a blowgun on the first try.
Getting piercings with Koichi in El Espiral. Facing fear of needles.
Eating countless Shawarma with friends.
Seeing Maccu Pichu, touching stones carved 600 years ago.
Playing with MONKEYS.
Haggling with vendors in Otavalo.
The way she played with my goatee.
Staring in disbelief at the pile of reading in academic spanish that had to be done for my history class.
Harrassing strangers in the park for my Photography project.
Doing a photo essay of el Pobre Diablo, meeting Pepe Aviles.
Eating pinchos on my walk home from the bus.
The sweet peanuts sold everywhere.
Wandering around old town searching for a certain restaurant.
That warm Saturday I spent with Vannesa.
Going out with Amanda, Dez, Catherine, Camillo, drinking in the street.
Being a legal drinker.
Dancing in the clubs, meeting women.
Meeting her for the first time at the potluck full of gringos.
Snorkeling in the Galapagos. Swimming with Sea Lions.
Jumping off our boat.
Great meals at the Hanzawas.
Her smile.
Seeing a South American soccer game in person (insanity).
Losing horribly in the University Chess tournament.
The myriad mishaps that befell our group in Peru.
Finding an amazing Indian restaurant near school only to see it shut down.
Watching Koichi's reaction to a crazy prostitute calling him guapo while following us for a block.
Saying goodbye to her at Huaina my last night.
It already all seems like a lifetime ago.
Floating down the Tiputini river in the heart of the Amazon, staring at the sky, watching trees pass, tasting the air.
Eating ants that taste like lemon on one of our hikes through the jungle.
Being blessed by a shaman with leaves from a tree and vodka. Plus ayahuasca.
Fucking NAILING a target with a blowgun on the first try.
Getting piercings with Koichi in El Espiral. Facing fear of needles.
Eating countless Shawarma with friends.
Seeing Maccu Pichu, touching stones carved 600 years ago.
Playing with MONKEYS.
Haggling with vendors in Otavalo.
The way she played with my goatee.
Staring in disbelief at the pile of reading in academic spanish that had to be done for my history class.
Harrassing strangers in the park for my Photography project.
Doing a photo essay of el Pobre Diablo, meeting Pepe Aviles.
Eating pinchos on my walk home from the bus.
The sweet peanuts sold everywhere.
Wandering around old town searching for a certain restaurant.
That warm Saturday I spent with Vannesa.
Going out with Amanda, Dez, Catherine, Camillo, drinking in the street.
Being a legal drinker.
Dancing in the clubs, meeting women.
Meeting her for the first time at the potluck full of gringos.
Snorkeling in the Galapagos. Swimming with Sea Lions.
Jumping off our boat.
Great meals at the Hanzawas.
Her smile.
Seeing a South American soccer game in person (insanity).
Losing horribly in the University Chess tournament.
The myriad mishaps that befell our group in Peru.
Finding an amazing Indian restaurant near school only to see it shut down.
Watching Koichi's reaction to a crazy prostitute calling him guapo while following us for a block.
Saying goodbye to her at Huaina my last night.
It already all seems like a lifetime ago.