For better or worse, as with pretty much every country I visit, my Lonely Planet guide book has a hand in deciding my outlook on the destination. The section on Bolivia (and especially La Paz) was written with a loving flare not present in the others. Someone loved this place……

After Machu Picchu, I had some decisions to make, the primary of which being:  Where to go next?  I could head on to La Paz, or take a quick trip over to Lake Titicaca. Lake Titicaca.  Heh. I still laugh when I say it.  I know, I know.  So, based…

After my “experience” with the little plane in Nazca, I was ready to go.  The previous day (Friday) I’d booked an overnight bus to Cuzco, Peru, which I boarded at 8:00 pm Saturday night.  I was ready for a little sleep.  We were treated to a Spanish-dubbed version of “Red…

I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have made it in the Air Force.  Aside from being too big to fit into pretty much any cockpit ever designed, I simply don’t have the stomach for it. I hate roller coasters. For some, the sensation of rapidly climbing to dizzying heights and then…

By default, our physical presence determines a lot about how we see ourselves and how others see us.  Being 6’9”, it’s not often I feel undersized.  Occasionally when playing basketball I’ll run across someone taller than myself, but those meetings are few and far between.  My brief time in Ecuador…