Puno, Peru- It’s been a year since I last spent a single second of my time making any type of income or sleeping under the same roof for any considerable amount of time. I left Cleveland on July 26th and since then I’ve been wandering the northern and southern hemispheres at free will. It’s been [...]
It’s been a year since I last spent a single second of my time making any type of income or sleeping under the same roof for any considerable amount of time. I left Cleveland on July 26th and since then I’ve been wandering the northern and southern hemispheres at free will. It’s been a good year. As each day passes my bank account loses a little more money as I rack up more life experiences, meet more interesting people and see more things that, at times, makes me scratch my head and say, “huh?”
I spent the day after that one year anniversary border crossing. An activity that seems to mark distinct phases in my current traveling life. Today it was the Bolivia-Peru border. As I sat on the bus waiting for others to finish their immigration procedures I counted up 14 countries and 20 border crossings since I began this journey. Not what I would call a small number.
I didn’t even realize it had been a year until one day too late. On the actual one year date I did nothing remarkably outstanding. Just another day in La Paz. Even if I had realized it what would I have done on a Monday night? I guess I would have done the same thing – watched a movie in my hotel room. Maybe I would have bought a beer instead of a bottle of water.
I spent longer in Bolivia than I thought I would and much longer in La Paz than I ever really wanted. After three months of Bolivian prices I find Peru to be ‘expensive’. Once again the U.S. dollar isn’t helping in it’s weakened state but going from $2-$4 for a room to $5-$7 is a jump I wasn’t excited about. I liked spending $12-$15 a day without really watching how much I was spending. That made me happy. Peru will be a little more tricky.
I think I have about three and a half months left in this Latin American journey of mine before money hits the point where I have to start looking for work (that South Korea plan of mine is on hold until I get back to the U.S.). Three and a half more months of border crossing, eating different food, meeting locals and hearing a multitude of languages spoken every day.