Cyndi Morley-Perez
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Macchu Picchu
The sun wasn't even up when we stumbled our way to the first bus of the day that would bring us up to the mountain top where we would find the most mysterious of ruins left by the Inca, "Machu Picchu". We had taken a bus and train from the beautiful city of Cusco the day before, and this was the last leg of our journey. Now most people think that they have to do the tour from the city. They tell you it's too difficult to reach by yourself. Some even think they are doing something cool, and choose the tour that takes you on a three day hike up the "original Inca trail". It's not! The best way, as with every place I've ever been, is to do it yourself. Meet the locals, ask questions, spend the time to really see the true culture, not just what the tour groups want you to see.
By Cyndi Morley-Perez2 years ago in Wander
Dimes From Heaven
Have you ever wondered if your loved ones could contact you after death? Ever had strange things happen surrounding a death of a loved one? Ever wished you could be sure someone was okay after passing? Sometimes all you need, is to be open and aware of the things happening around you. I've always believed there was something else to life, whether it be spirits, angels, ghosts.... there must be more. We can't just fade away, right? Well, with each passing family member, more and more of my questions have been answered. And now, after the passing of my father, I'm confident that there is more!
By Cyndi Morley-Perez3 years ago in Horror
Dune Buggies in Brazil
A buggy ride through sand dunes sounds like fun , right? Even when "wall of death" and "vertical descent" is used to describe part of the journey, it can't be that bad, can it? After all, it´s only sand! That's what I thought as I climbed into the topless dune buggy and took off for the hills! Ah, freedom! Perched on the back of the seat, wind in my hair, flying down the beach to the tune of the waves. Even the downpour of rain couldn't quench our spirits! It did however put a damper (no pun intended) on the planned camel ride! Instead we made friends with the local lizards as they made themselves at home on my head !
By Cyndi Morley-Perez3 years ago in Wander
A Beautiful Bus Ride
The overgrown cactus and aloe-like plants whiz past the bus windows....the blue sky is almost entirely covered in heavy white clouds hanging close overhead....women haul water on their heads following the zig -zagging foot paths that wind their way up the dry brown mountain sides.... and R&B blares from the speakers above me. I'm in the Andes...the second highest range in the world, and mountains, some rolling and some rugged, spread out as far as I can see. Off in the distance, some are snow-capped volcanoes, rising as stately cones above the rest. The cliffs rising beside the road seem to be only crumbling sandstone in places, making it a sheer feat of luck that the bridges they build over deep ravines don't just slide off with the weight. The road cuts straight through the mountainside at times and makes me think a giant took an ax, split off a piece and moved it over so he could walk through instead of over it. This is a place of fantasy.
By Cyndi Morley-Perez3 years ago in Wander