The Cusco Belly

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A few updates from Woods -- apologies for the delay, I've been sailing, working and preparing for a slow jog on Saturday --

"it is monday, had planned on being in bolivia last friday, and then had planned on leaving for the border this morning. woke up with a soupy stomach, made my way to the market for breakfast, ran into my wonderful new danish friends who were supposed to have left on a night bus last night, but were informed, as they informed me, that there is a strike and the road to bolivia is blocked so they could not pass and neither could i. so cusco for another night and hopefully tomorrow there will be news of an open road...i ran into grace and adam, a couple traveling on a bike from california, on my way to machu picchu. they were on the stahlratte with me. if it works, we will meet up in bolivia and travel together for a bit. could be good as i hear the salt flats are rough and good to have a second set of hands--"

It persisted into Tuesday: "hey deahl--tuesday morning in peru. i woke up yesterday feeling sick, am worse today and do not think i should move..."

Later in the afternoon, he updated me: "the roads were still blocked today, so i am stuck in cusco for another night. in the morning i will go for it and maybe make it all the way into bolivia by night. depends on the border crossing. stomach is feeling a bit better at the moment. cannot believe you have got a blackberry--i think they call them crackberrys in some circles--love you."

We'll see how today goes, maybe it is one of his parasites again. And yes, they do call them crackberrys, but fortunately I don't know how to use the damn thing so it is not possible for me to become too attached. Besides, the crackberry let me email him from the halls of the courtroom. This from a man with a motorcycle habit who has probably been wearing the same jeans, listening to the same 1,000 songs and certainly wearing one filthy bandana for seven months...

Little brothers!

-- luludilly