Why

In the past week I have had my ipod, check card, $500 cash money, 2 jumpers, my only towel and a significant portion of my soul either lost or stolen. Trying to stay out of trouble in my last week but it seems to be finding me, hopefully my string of bad luck has come to an end and I can cruise through my last two nights. Staying at a little desert oasis outside of Ica called Huacachina, with sandboarding and dunebugging riding on the agenda for tomorrow. Couple days in the sun before diving into Fall in the south!

Huanchaco has a way of taking you back in time. Fisherman use ancient technology with their Caballitos de Tortora fishing vessels to bring in the daily catch - why fix something thats not broke right...

Chicama, with the world's longest left handed break is only about an hour north of Huanchaco and easily accesible on a day trip.


Tongues out series featuring Chicama


Average evening in Huanchaco, surfer and fisherman chasing the light...

Dos Semanas

2 weeks from today I will once again be blessed with the opportunity to sink my teeth into one of those oh so sweet Georgia peaches. 2 weeks, which is 2 weeks more than my vacation time for all of last year, 2 weeks which is about how long I have been growing this beard (probably is time to shave), 2 weeks which used to seem like such a long time but after 6 months of being abroad, 2 weeks, well 2 weeks seems like nothing. Just 2 weeks ago the Pacific sun rained down on my back as the worlds longest left handed break beat against the coast of Chicama. The wave is said to be 2 km long providing one of, if not THE longest water ride in the world. The conditions weren't perfect but Chicama doesn't have to be in order to thoroughly enjoy yourself. No crowds, perfect sun, gorgeous point breaks, cool group and every bit of a good time - I would even goes as far to say it was an epic day on the waves - buen olas para todos! Could have been yesterday, but no, it was a solid 2 weeks ago. I think it is something in the salty air that can just evaporate time right in front of your eyes. I have been volunteering in the beach town of Huanchaco for the past month, but it could have easily only been 2 weeks - I just don't know where the time has gone. So 2 more weeks in South America, with no real plan to speak of. Even though there is still loads I would like to see and do, it looks like those stories will remain in another time and place. With only 2 weeks before returning home I feel as if, 'Other arms reach out to me, other eyes smile tenderly, still in peaceful dreams I see, the road leads back to you, oh Georgia, Georgia, no peace, no peace I find, just an old sweet song, keeps Georgia on my mind'. For all you Georgia folks, see ya'll in 2 weeks.

getting close

Had a dream last night Governor Schwarzenegger was rocking out at a charity event with a bright red UGA tshirt on. This must mean 2 things, the Dawgs have the governator on their side rendering them utterly unstoppable and being back home is starting to seep its way back into my subconscious. I have done a pretty good job thus far of 'living in the now' making the most out of everywhere I go and keeping my thoughts in the here and now. But as it gets closer to my departure from South America I cannot help but get a bit ancy about getting home and figuring out what is next. What exactly that will be, I cannot say simply because I have no idea and that unknown factor is exciting in itself.

Was gonna try to head up into Ecuador, but time is starting to slip away as I depart in less than 2 weeks now. So gonna head north and see how close I get to the equator before turning back to fly out of Lima at the end of Sept. More good times to come...

Stream of Conscienceness

My head thrusted up from the pillow as I impatiently blurted out some freshly brewed sleeptalking jargon. The overhead light was shining especially bright, the clock read 4 am and my body was displaying all the physical signs of annoyance on the verge of full blown anger. My heart is beating rapidly, all my hair seems to be on end, my skin almost has an itch clinging to it, I am worked up to the point where something needs to, no had to be released. I´m really not happy with someone who I believe is in the process of nagging me unmercilessly about something I apparently find completely irrelevant, or could possibly have a very strong conviction for - I can't be certain. Why is my light on? I must have fallen asleep reading. Not having a bedside lamp really is a pain in the ass. Why does that thing have to be so damn bright? And what the hell did I just say? Something about 'Would you just leave it alone' or 'Why don't you go fly a kite' or 'Please God, shut the hell up' or...Whew, I haven't been this aggitated in a while. Is it worth it to walk to the bathroom, I really gotta take a piss. I guess I gotta get up to turn off that light, but the bathroom seems so much farther away. Damn that thing is bright. I will just decide about the can while I am up turning off the light. Oh yeah, I definitely gotta go - its gonna be nice too. I wonder why that dream got me going so much? Maybe its just a little too chill or worry-free in this place and I was in need of an anger fix. Mmm hmm, this was definitely worth getting out of bed for. Then again, that book could be getting to my head - homeboy in it is having trouble differentiating between the real world and dream world. Man it really is a whacky read, I wonder if sitting in a well really is that good for a ponder? Good God that was a wonderful pee! Maybe I was angry because I had to pee so bad, but surely that wouldn't make me that mad. Nah, I bet it was this light, why isn't there something to soften the glare of that bare bulb, some kind of glass fixture or I bet I could take that oriental style paper like deal from upstairs. Now that is what I'm talking about! No pesky full bladder, no blinding bright miserable light, this pillow is doing exactly what it should be doing and I still got 3 more hours to snooze. Uh huh, uh huh, its gonna be some sweet, sweet sleep. What if all this sand is what triggered my little verbal outburst? I just put these sheets on 6 hours ago, but yep, I am sure of it there is sand everywhere. Damn, and I forgot to brush off my feet before I jumped up here. There has to be some easy way to get it all out. Brushing it off doesn't seem to do the trick, I could get up and flip the sheet over but ofcourse that will never happen. Maybe I will figure out why I am pissed off if I go back to sleep, surely something to get that worked up over hasn't left my subconscience yet. But I wonder, is it possible to be just a little too content and my mind and body are just craving some conflict. Seems strange to crave such things but I suppose you can't really enjoy the easy times without a bit a aggitation from time to time to level things out----------