I spent much of yesterday casually reading poolside, occasionally pausing to cool off in the water or eat a delicious meal that I had not cooked or earned in any way.
Tomorrow, I will voluntarily begin a three day bus trip from Paraguay through Bolivia and into Peru. From there, I will meet up with some Germans (whom I have only met online) and together we will hike for awhile in the Andes carrying heavy packs, sleeping on the ground and eating meals uncooked by me or anyone else.
Obviously, I am fool.
I am taking this excursion to "enrich the nearly blank canvas that is my stifled, American experience. I need to color my image of the world with the vibrant paint of unique culture. My eyes, hitherto blinded by the systematic self-deception of middle-class America, will be forcibly opened by the inspiring sincerity of a beautifully different people."
That's the line I'll use to hit on girls wearing endangered species t-shirts at college democrat meetings next year.
Actually, I am hoping to find new material to write about for the benefit of this blog and its dedicated reader.
For the sake of consistency (and because I am too juvenile to write anything meaningful) I intend to keep a keen eye out for that which would amuse a group of especially immature fourth grade boys.
Perhaps I will find something funny about the genitalia of Peruvian stray dogs. Or it could be a hilariously primitive Bolivian toilet system. Indeed, I may learn about an old Incan religious custom which can be exaggerated and ridiculed for a cheap laugh.
Who knows what comic goldmines await me on my journey?
All I can do bide is my time and hope to God I can snag a photo of two squirrels doin' it.
Join me next Saturday for "You never know who much you depend on elderly Paraguayan women until they're gone"
Tomorrow, I will voluntarily begin a three day bus trip from Paraguay through Bolivia and into Peru. From there, I will meet up with some Germans (whom I have only met online) and together we will hike for awhile in the Andes carrying heavy packs, sleeping on the ground and eating meals uncooked by me or anyone else.
Obviously, I am fool.
I am taking this excursion to "enrich the nearly blank canvas that is my stifled, American experience. I need to color my image of the world with the vibrant paint of unique culture. My eyes, hitherto blinded by the systematic self-deception of middle-class America, will be forcibly opened by the inspiring sincerity of a beautifully different people."
That's the line I'll use to hit on girls wearing endangered species t-shirts at college democrat meetings next year.
Actually, I am hoping to find new material to write about for the benefit of this blog and its dedicated reader.
For the sake of consistency (and because I am too juvenile to write anything meaningful) I intend to keep a keen eye out for that which would amuse a group of especially immature fourth grade boys.
Perhaps I will find something funny about the genitalia of Peruvian stray dogs. Or it could be a hilariously primitive Bolivian toilet system. Indeed, I may learn about an old Incan religious custom which can be exaggerated and ridiculed for a cheap laugh.
Who knows what comic goldmines await me on my journey?
All I can do bide is my time and hope to God I can snag a photo of two squirrels doin' it.
Join me next Saturday for "You never know who much you depend on elderly Paraguayan women until they're gone"
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