I´m home from Huancavelica !

Over the past 2.5 days, I spent 24 hours in a bus, combi or taxi. Six of those hours included soaring up and down windy mountain roads in a taxi with 5 other people (including the driver). Being the smallest and shortest in the group, I was in the front seat with a Peruvian bishop sitting on my lap. I´m not kidding. Luckily, he was a small guy and didn´t weigh much. While he told me stories about living through terrorism in the 80s and 90s and the left side of my body fell into a deep sleep. And then we proceeded to dodge a horse, an alpaca and several sheep walking towards our front bumper. Being in the front seat, I shuddered as I thought about the fuzz burn I would have experienced had our driver not swerved in time. I thought that my paintball welt during a Monday morning during a meeting with my African colleagues years back was hard to explain, but hoof tracks on my face? Mmm. I was nervous about traveling to the provinces during election weekend (the second round of the presidential elections were on Sunday), but everything was calm and peaceful in Huancayo and Huancavelica. Aside from increased police checkpoints (nope, they didn´t say anything about the bishop smashing the gringa in the front seat), the highway traffic was normal and we made it back to Lima safe and sound. I´ll be writing more about my trip soon. Until then, stay tuned for my next blogpost about the presidential elections.