Adios Peru

Dad and I woke up yesterday in Copacabana fully expecting to encounter our Peruvian friend who'd chased us into Bolivia. Lucky for us, he was nowhere to be seen and most likely drove himself back to Peru so he could work at the hostel the next morning. I wrote a nasty e-mail to the hostel threatening to leave horrible ratings and I received a near immediate response with them apologizing and praying I didn't follow through with the negative feedback. We walked around Copacabana for a bit and were in awe of the gridlock of cars around the central square all decorated with confetti and paint. Even stranger was the site of all the Bolivians standing in front of their vehicles cracking open a beer at 9am. Did this happen every Sunday? It would be fair to say that we were more than a bit confused. Later we found out it was a fishermen's holiday.

Dad and I are both pretty exhausted so we relaxed last night and will probably do the same today = might slip out to a neighboring town to visit the Incas' temple of fertility before hitting the airport. Dad is flying back home and I am flying into Rio!!! I will spend a couple days there and am then meeting a Brazillian friend in Sao Paulo who will show me around for a couple days. My friend, Paula, and I met one afternoon at a hostel in Stockholm, Sweden last summer. I e-mailed her about 2 months ago and since then she's been helping me plan my time in Brazil and hooking me up with friends to stay with up and down the coast!

Must go now. Next posting will be from Rio!