The Lost Backpacker

Follow my friend Ken as he begins on an adventure as he backpacks around the world.

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lets try this again..... another massive update

i thought i'd try to back track and catch up a bit. unfortunately the stories won't be nearly as good being told so far after the fact and some of you i'm sure already heard about a lot of this, but what the heck - at least you'll get to see some pictures. thanks for putting up with me and inconsistence and tardiness. love you and miss you all....

b

Saying goodbye to new friends

A couple of fotos of the new friends my parents made on their trip to San Miguel. To this day, everyone must ask about my parents at least once a week - how are they doing? when are they coming back to visit, etc.

My friends were REALLY nice to me and my family. I can't tell you how many times over the course of the couple of days there were that they were invited to eat lunch, dinner, desert, etc. And I have to say that my parents did an excellent job of trying to be nice and try all the food and really participate in the culture of San Miguel.

Random Shots

Some random shots from their trip....

Picking out artisan products, hanging out in front of the chapel, the view from behind the cementary, San Miguel from a distance, and the walk back to their luxurious hotel.

San Miguel hotel: Double bed, one rock hard pillow, half of a towell, electric hot water heater (that overheats and shuts off every 45 seconds): $7

Listening the local drunks across the street blast music all night: Priceless

The Market

some photos of my parents at the sunday market. the place where i buy all my food.

My Mom's B-day Party

Somehow my host family had heard that my mom had an upcoming birthday so of course they found it necessary to celebrate it while they were in Peru. After they ate the cuy, we had a full fledged Peruvian birthday complete with beer, cake, and lots of dancing. We even surprised my mom by showing her the custom of having to take a bite of your birthday cake while at the same time everyone else shoves it in your face covering you in frosting. I don't really remember how but somehow we smashed my dad with the cake too.

More fotos from the b-day

By the end of the birthday party I think we were all a little bit drunk (note my dad playing the flute with my host dad) tired, and in my case - exhausted from translating all day. As usual, we had to come up with some kind of elaborate excuse to why we couldn't drink anymore and why we had to leave. Fortunately my whole host family was really drunk too so we were able to sneak out with out too many problems.