I'm in Lima hydrating like a bastard and trying to recuperate from the 16-hour Peruvian coastal bus marathon I just disembarked from. Now, I'm no stranger to long-haul bus rides, my longest still being a 27-hour hell-fest from Arica, Northern Chile, to Valparaiso, in which 30 minutes into the ride I went to the out-of-order bathroom and accidentally flushed shit water all over myself. The main things I've basically found are A) Never look at the clock, ever. B) Don't drink alcohol either before or during (go nuts afterward) the journey and C) Limit fluid intake, limit food intake, and try to basically be as inert as possible. You want to be in a coma-like state throughout the majority of the ride, and any kind of digestion your body has to do will detract from that. Plus sitting there thinking about how bad you have to pee really sucks.
But this is not an article on how to succeed on long bus journeys (that comes later). This an article to exalt the wonders of stepping off a bus after 16 hours, the wonders of going surfing in a strange city and not knowing where you're going to sleep that night. The wonders of papas guacaninas and leading a healthy life that involves great deals of water consumption and laying off the beer, cigarettes, and chocolate cookies.
But article is also over. Time to shred!!!!!
--Wetzler
But this is not an article on how to succeed on long bus journeys (that comes later). This an article to exalt the wonders of stepping off a bus after 16 hours, the wonders of going surfing in a strange city and not knowing where you're going to sleep that night. The wonders of papas guacaninas and leading a healthy life that involves great deals of water consumption and laying off the beer, cigarettes, and chocolate cookies.
But article is also over. Time to shred!!!!!
--Wetzler
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