Gettin' the Hell out of Dodge

First, more erratica: I'm trying to post pictures, but Blogger isn't doing it right and it's driving me fucking mad. So rather than drive myself to computer rage I'm giving up for now. Also, Blogger is having problems re-posting old posts, so while I've figured out how to switch the page to English and run Spell Check, I have been unable to do so on old posts (I also wanted to add pictures to old posts, but I believe we went over this). Let's see... the Peruvian military has come jogging by the internet cafe twice since I've been in here, a la Full Metal Jacket. I don't know if they were talking about rifles and guns though, 'cause my Spanish sucks. I've decided to head to Cusco tomorrow, where I will hopefully be able to see Maccu Piccu before the rainy season gets started in earnest. Also, I said that the Andean Condors have 16 foot wingspans. The correct number is 12 (or four meters. Hey, Talking Barbie isn't the only one who has a hard time with math). They listen to a lot of 80's music in Arequipa, and mostly good stuff, like Culture Club, INXS, The Cure, Journey, etc. In other words, Arequipans know how to rock. I finally tried some Yuca juice, which is a root vegetable cultivated above 2500 ft. and is supposed to cure everything from impotence to poor social skills (so I guess it's a little like alcohol without the hangover). It tastes kind of sweet, but not as strong as a yam or sweet potato, and is served warm(!). The picture below is from a University art gallery and is called 'I don't want to be a centaur anymore.' I really like it. Also included is a picture that proves I look good in a Panama hat (which I'm posting because I like to look at myself. And I want to use the picture for my profile).