Well, I’m off again. After just over 2 weeks in Toronto, re-cooperating from my India travels. Catching up with friends, family and co-worker, I’m ready. Actually I was ready after about 5 days in Toronto. When the beaming smile began to fade and I the joy of having hot water, flushing toilet and not having to kill cockroaches daily was but a blog post.Off to South America, where once again upon my return I will be happy for running water, toilet paper in the toilet, drinking water from the sink and no gut rot…else I do it to myself by eating a whole pizza, bag of chips and a tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Anyway, enough of what may happen. What is happening? And where am I heading?
Off to Ollantaytambo, Peru http://maps.google.com/mapsOllantaytambo. Which is a great little town about 2 hours outside of Cuzco. I will be in a home stay here for at least a month volunteering with kids, doing sports and rhythmic gymnastics. I hope it all works out. Then, who knows may stay longer or just travel around Peru and Bolivia. But first I have to survive the flight. Packing was fun. My attempt to keep it small was null and void once I agreed to have English teaching books shipped to me for the school In Ollantaytambo. So the Canada came with me again. Along with a fabulous new pack. I may become a backpacker after all. Will let you all know what pack it is once it lives up to my expectations. Flying to Cuzco, via Lima and New York I knew I had to get to the airport early, because of the continuing New York security. After a final meal of hummus and veggies I was off. Airport security to the New York has gotten high tech since my New Years Eve flight. They now have this probes that they stick into your carry-on bags to test for chemicals. Guess what? I tested positive. I couldn’t believe. But I just laughed, unpacked everything that barely fit in my 30L Saloman day pack and turned on my new HP mini computer so they could see it wouldn’t explode. After which, I was told to spread my legs and hunch over the table to get a thorough search. During which they asked “Have you come in contact with any chemicals?” With raised eyebrow, “Explosive, medication?” I had to smile and say, “No, contact solution, multivitamins.” After finding nothing they let me know go. As I walked musing to myself whether I should have joked that my mother is a chemical engineer it dawned on me. Light bulb! I dyed my hair an hour before my flight. Peroxide!!! So the moral of the story, keep the grey until you have landed.