Pisac

Back to paying for Inter­net. Ah well. At least this place has a com­puter advanced enough to cope with the thumb drive con­tain­ing the images but I don’t have time to arrange pret­tily. You’ll just have to go see for yourself.We spent a lovely day...

Navel of the universe

Thanks to the amaz­ingly dry air of Cuzco, my lovely Mnemo­syne has dried out and is func­tion­ing again. How­ever I cannot yet show you photos because the hostel’s PC is run­ning Win­dows 98 and it refuses to recog­nise the thumb drive. Bah.Cuzco is delight­ful...

He kissed her… ar-dent-ly

One of the first Aus­tralian films I ever showed Doug was The Old Man who Read Love Stor­ies, Rolf de Heer’s divine piece about the Amazon jungle with Richard Drey­fus as an old man learn­ing to read. He has this beau­ti­ful latino accent as he reads these trashy...

Deepest, darkest Peru

I can under­stand why Pad­ding­ton Bear needed a duffle coat in Eng­land if he was used to the heat of the Amazon. We stepped off the plane and instantly felt the muggy love.The boat ride to Explorer’s inn was already amaz­ing. We saw turtles on the Tam­bopata...

Las ruinas

Finally got to Pachaca­mac, the Inca ruins south of Lima. Quite incred­ible. We wandered around for a while won­der­ing why they had built their huge temples and city here when we went up inside the Templo del Sol and over it and sud­denly could see the entire...