From the Cenote to JAPAN!!!

As the executioner is getting his big thingy that he uses to kill people, I start frantically swimming to where I believed the exit to be. When I finally jump out of the water, sputtering and gasping, I decide that i just MUST go to Japan. I start thinking about possible ways to get there since I lost all of my money in the Cenote. I will have to build something all by myself. It will have to be out of wood, since there is a lot of that around the Cenote. I just cut down a big tree with my handy pocket knife... (its really really big...) After the tree was cut down, I start hollowing it out with the same picket knife. With the extra wood, I make myself a paddle... Now the only problem is how to get my makeshift boat to the coast... I sit and think about this for a while... Just as I was getting ready to start dragging it in the direction I thought was the sea, I hear the sound of people walking and talking. When they stomp into the clearing, I ask then to help me to carry my boat to the coast. They take hold of the boat and start carrying it while I gather provisions. I kill a small animal and a fish to take with me, and I gather a few coconuts to take for liquid. I ALMOST forgot my paddle, but I didn't. When we get to the Pacific coast, I get into my boat and start paddling to Japan. It takes a month to get there and during this month I face hunger, thirst, and attacks by mutant fish. Eventually I get to Japan. I am happy to be here and off of the sea.

The Cenote

After I saw the ancient Nazca lines, I decided to go to a Cenote. A Cenote is a resevoir for water; where water gathers when it has no where else to go. I got a scuba diving instructor and dove into the water. My first reaction was ahhhhhhh its cold!!!!!!!!!! But then I looked around. I saw a door. Opening it I felt a blast of hot water. I stepped into the tunnel. I felt rather than saw the door close behind me. There was nowhere to go but forward. In a few steps I entered the Mayan underworld. Everything was red and hot. I saw all of these people running around, serving the 'master'. When I asked for directions the people laughed in my face and told me to go to the 'master' again. Finally I decided to go to this 'master' they were talking about. They pointed me in the right direction, finally. When I got to the room where they pointed me, I saw a small, tired looking man, in robes giving orders to everyone. Just then I remembered studying this man in grade school. he was the first king of the Maya!!! You could probably tell how nervous I was standing in front of a king in a scuba diving outfit. When I asked where the exit was in English, he didn't understand me. Then I gave Spanish a shot. Then he understood me. But in response he grinned and said something really fast that sounded something like "you will have to be a sacrifice to me." Then I started to get freaked out. I understood that this wasn't some scary dream that I would wake up out of and everything would be alright, this was real. I was going to be sacrificed as and offering to someone who wasn't even alive anymore!!!




I think that blogging is helping me synthesize. I liek writing things that I think. :D

The Nazca Lines

When I visited the Nazca lines in the Peruvian Desert, I found them VERY interesting. I think that the Nazca made these lines because they needed some way of navigation in the desert. The Nazca lines were in HUGE animal shapes because the Nazca civilization believed in Gods that wanted to be worshiped and needed sacrifice. The lines were the Nazca's way of telling the Gods that they were going to learn how to fly and join them up in the sky someday.

Machu Picchu, Peru

WOW!!!!!!! I just hiked for 4 DAYS all the way up a few mountains!!!!! There were some other people hiking with me but I didn't notice them much because I was paying attention to small rocks by my hands so as not to break a nail. But by the time I got to Machu Picchu I probably looked like crap. I could barely breathe, my hands were scraped, and, worstly, ALL of my nails were broken. (I know, a real tragedy.) But the view of Machu Picchu almost made the climb worth it.

Bogota, Colombia

Now in Bogota, I had some time to sight-see. I traveled up and down Colombia with a very expensive tour guide and a jet. Once I almost lost the tour guide when he hung his head out of the jet and a high flying bird almost ran into him. We lost a lot of oxygen because of his stupidity. For the rest of the flight I kept a tight hold on him so I could pull him in if he tried anything stupid again. I soon got tired of Bogota and the tour guide. I decided to go to Machu Pichu.

Lima, Peru

After I got over my altitude sickness, I decided it was time to take a train into Peru. The train ride was 12 hours long, and these trains don't have food or bathrooms on them. To do anything you would have to get off at a station and buy something. When we finally arrived in Cuzca, I hired a taxi to take me to Lima. Luckily my lucky camera wasn't stolen so I could take pictures.

La Paz, Bolivia

When my plane landed in La Paz, Bolivia, I got altitude sickness right away. They had to give me coca tea before my headache went away. It took a while to get used to the thin air, but eventually I was well enough to sightsee in the mountains. I took a private jet to the top of one of the mountains. When I looked down on La Paz, I was amazed at how high the city really was. Just then I started feeling sick again. La Paz wasn't my best city, too high for my taste.