I know quite a few people who hate being in transit, sometimes myself included. Sometimes I have to be reminded that it’s about the journey, not the destination. In Peru, it was much easier to keep this in mind than perhaps on the NYC subway. Though the bus rides were sometimes uncomfortable and hot, other times I found myself content and watching landscapes pass by my window, quietly observing the people, animals, and scenery from the comfort of my own seat. And as my dad says, there’s no better view in the world from that of an airplane. I got to watch the sunset between Lima and Cusco during my last night in Peru, paralleled only to watching the sun rise at Machu Picchu.
|"What are you guys listening to?"|
I’ll admit to my frustration as the train inched backwards and forwards, very slowly taking us back to Cusco after a long day at Machu Picchu, but I was also sad to see the sun go down, blacking out the river and mountains that decorate the terrain between cities. One of my favorite times in transit was not speeding down the roads of Peru, but on the hike between Maras and Maray. I’m sure everyone else loved the scenery as much as I did, and I was incredibly happy to listen to my music and walk for hours. Though I hike often at home, I usually do it for time and exercise (due to a competitive family). Here, this was not the case. I had nowhere to be, happily finding my rhythm and enjoying the space around me.