22 Aug Aplauso from Peru
Posted at 14:39h in South AmericaAfter a Machu Picchu-y ITT in the mountains of Cusco and a disorientation to remember in the desert oasis of Huacachina, the group is now back home. Mikel and I are back in Lima, reflecting and enjoying this lovely country which we too will leave very soon. Sitting here in the hostel to write the final blog I’m left wondering, how does one even begin to process an experience like this? Where do you begin? Last weekend we reunited as a group in Huacachina for some sandboarding, dune buggeying and a bit of dancing. It was a chance to debrief on our experience here, what we will all take away, and how we will keep in contact in the future. jungle city of Iquitos. We lived in the centre, but we really LIVED when we were with our friends on the outskirts, carrying sandbags along the streets of Villa Primero de Mayo. Meliton Carbajal. The time is more relaxed, the people working in their chakras, their farms, fishing and harvesting sugar cane to provide for their community. Finally, the community of El Chino. They have worked for 30 years in what Meliton has just begun; building a successful community using environmentally sustainable practices and capitalizing on their artesania and eco tourism opportunities. It was incredible to see so many different communities and we all feel truly lucky to have the better understanding of all of them. In each place when we stepped off the boat, bus or moto taxi, we were greeted with open arms. We leave knowing that we have friends all across this wonderful country. And after helping start and accomplish some incredible projects, no doubt we leave a lasting memory. Now there have been good times and hard times, and I definitely won’t miss all the rice. But there are definitely some things I miss already. Our Peruvian counterparts, Mayantu. The beautifully ugly street dogs. Our jungle dog. I’ll miss the nine terrible dance songs Peru plays over and over. The taste of that cold soda after working hard in the sun all day. Sublime. Slothy Jo. I’ll miss walking around in our rubber boot crew. All of the people so loving and genuine and friendly. Our Peruvian family. I’ll miss stool chart talks. Jungle juice. The feeling of clay squishing between my toes in the riverbed. All things good and bad, all things Peru. All of this but, after 43 days together, and only 2 so far apart, I miss our crew the most! Back to Canada, the United States and France. Everyone back to life back home, without forgetting the amazing experience we had together. Remembering everything we shared together in the past six weeks.