At the Inca ruins a family slides down the stones. How many generations have these stones witnessed already? Did the children of the Inas slide down these rocks as well? The site is once again a poignant reminder of how history and places are fixed, and generations and generations slip by. I didn’t register this in Easter Island, strangely enough. I suppose it could be because I read up more of the Incan history and so started picturing these. Also, I recall the mummified body of the child offering to the mountains, a salient reminder of its existence.
Peru business tip 101: carry your baby llama around and call out for señoritas to take pictures with you!
hot yummy giant ‘corn’ thingy on a cold day