The following takes place between Tuesday, January 11 and Wednesday, January 12, 2011
I have been on the road for about a month and a half. It was bound to happen that I would start running into the same people over and over again. Ben from Lima I met again in Cuzco. Patrick from Arequipa, Cuzco again. The Argentinian boys.
It makes for some good times when you meet up again. Lots of “OMG! How are you doing? Did you see this? Oh, man! That sounds like it was fun.” You’re on this huge trip, away from family and friends. Seeing a familiar face, even one you had only known for a day or two is comforting.
I’m in Bolivia now. It’s still a small world after all.