Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in ryanjlin12's Blurty:

Monday, May 2nd, 2011
1:48 am	Chapter 8 Guidance “David?” “David, are you awake?” A loud knocking woke me up. “Huh? What the. . . ” I turned in my bed. I was stuck in my sleeping bag, as my long johns caught the nylon sides. “David! It’s Marco! It’s 6 AM.” “Ah shit! Sorry Marco! I forgot! Hold on, let me get changed.” I got up and changed into my day clothes. I saw my breath in the air, and quickly washed my face. The water was freezing cold, and it rudely snapped me to attention. The rising sun was poking through the window as I rinsed my teeth. I opened the door, to see Marco with a back pack and a walking stick. “Hello Dave! Are you ready?” “Yes! Give me a moment.” I grabbed my courier bag, and put in a roll of toilet paper. I had my basic survival kit, and some food I bought the day before. We left the hostel, and started hiking up the mountain, opposite of the city. “We’re going in this direction?” “Yes, because few people ever bother to go this way. There are many things around here. Most of what the tours show, is only the things that are known. But where we are going, there are places no one has ever bothered to explore, until now.” “Why is that?” “They did not think of them to be significant. Or the archaeologists ignored me.” (Comment on this)
12:35 am	Jackfruit: A Bicycle Adventure Through Latin America exercise pants, and the two layers slipped over each other, and helped protect my leg from the worst of the fall. A dull ache throbbed my leg, as I got up, and Jesus stopped to take a look at the wound, “You’re fine Daveed!” Said Jesus. “Yeah, it looks good. Not much blood.” Said Jaime. He pulled out a water bottle, and we doused the wounded area with it. Then we took off again. Despite the sting on my leg, the trip was mesmerizing. My skills were good enough that on some of the less curvy sections, and I looked at the mountains on the side as we flew down the escarpment. They were huge black silhouettes, with dark gray clouds, glowing with moonlight. From the escarpment of the mountain side, came a bright flash of light. For a few moments, as if time was suspended, the wind, the speed, everything became a blur, and then silent. All that existed was the light and I. In slow motion, I saw the light grow from behind the mountain side. Suddenly, I heard the rushing of the wind in my ears, felt the vibration of my bike, and I blinked into the darkness of the road. At the bottom, near Pisac, I was surprised when Jaime said there was more road, on the way to Ollantaytambo, which was the farming village near the end of the valley. It’s also the site of some spectacular ruins, which are even larger than Sacsayhuaman. So again we took off. This time, the way down wasn’t as frenetic, but we had a new obstacle. Along the way, Peruvian dogs ran out at us, barking, and snapping at our feet, as they chased us either for fun, or to defend their territory. Peruvian dogs were territorial, but I grew tired of them trying to snap at us, so I developed a technique to scare them off. I biked straight at them screaming my head off which shocked them into a tail between the legs retreat. It worked. Jaime and Jesus adopted the technique, and late in the evening, through the valley, I was sure the Quechua villagers heard us. ********** After biking several kilometers from Pisac, and being hounded by large groups of dogs, we looked at our watches, and realized that we still had a long way to go to Ollantaytambo. So, we did what many travelers did outside of the USA. We hitchhiked. Hitchhiking was still accepted as a valid form of transit, and in general, people didn’t harass hitchhikers. We stood on the side of the road, and stuck our thumbs out as several headlights passed by us. No one slowed down. So, Jaime and Jesus got serious, and exposed (Comment on this)