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 When I moved back to Madison to attend law school in 1987, we moved to a crappy little apartment near the banks of Starkweather Creek on the unfashionable east side.  Today, the east side is booming, and one of the newer brewpubs is called Starkweather Beer Company. It was Saint Pat's Day.  While Guinness is a decent light-bodied stout, I opted for Starkweather's dry Irish Stout, named "Jamestown Jackdaw." Coming in at 5.9 ABV, it had a malty chewable backbone.  It's a new favorite stout for me.  Julia had Late Winter Haze, a New England IPA that didn't have as much fruitiness as she likes in a hazy.  It was still well-executed. We walked down the street to the Harmony Bar, where Julia enjoyed a complete corn beef and cabbage dinner.  I opted for the Reuben sandwich.  Mine was washed down with an Edmund Fitzgerald porter from Great Lakes Brewing.  Julia enjoyed her Chaos Pattern IPA from 3 Sheeps Brewing.  Both are great beers. Justin update:   After a long h

Inca Trail: Into the Clouds

We rose at 5:30 a.m. on our last full day of hiking, wondering if G would be able to hike with his bad ankle.  We found out at breakfast that his ankle was feeling much better, and P said he was recovered from his altitude sickness.  

Pancake breakfast with chocolate syrup

We had completed the hardest climbs.  Today, we would alternate steep descents with flat.  We were camped at Runkuraquay  (3710 meters or 12,172 feet).  

 

For the first two nights of the trail, the tour groups were relatively spread out.  But on the final night, we would join the other 496 hikers and porters at one final camp.  Freddy warned that we might want to make sure we used the bathroom before leaving that morning's camp because things would be "messy" at the evening camp.

Freddy was unusual accurate with his predictions, so I made sure to use the facilities.  Even here, there was no toilet seat, and I needed to wade through used toilet paper on the floor, wipe down the toilet rim, and do my business quickly.  For those wondering, the used toilet paper was on the floor because the wastebasket was overflowing.  One does not flush toilet paper down the toilet in third world countries.  I would much rather plop my butt over a downed tree or the worst outhouse on the Appalachian Trail than repeat that morning's experience.

Why didn't I just use a downed tree?   Freddy didn't advise it.  Off the trail, poisonous snakes, spiders and insects were present.  Also with the numbers of hikers each day, the government wanted to concentrate the unsanitary conditions in the provided bathrooms, which were cleaned once per day by rangers.

Early morning view

 

After a steep descent, we were in the clouds and mist/drizzle for the entire day.




Porters in the Fog

Inca Ruins

Continuing to hike down, the vegetation began to change to jungle.


Comments

MFH said…
That top one is duh bomb!

I'm not even goona attempt imagining what it must be like being around such a wild-eyed woman 24/7.
greg said…
500 people all at the same camp! That's a small town!

Ahh yes, the joys of being a waste-eliminating creature. Once you get out of Europe and North America there is a fascinating array of elimination appliances and customs. (On a business trip in a remote area of Uzbekistan where you eat by hand out of a communal platter, I, a die-hard left-hander, had to remember to do everything with my right hand to avoid pissing off the locals who have left hands instead of toilet paper.)
John said…
Fortunately, she isn't wild-eyed 24/7. I don't think I could handle that.

My brother's wife is from Uzbekistan, although she was a city girl and a Russian minority in that country. She is a clean freak and follows people around to make sure they wash their hands all the time. Maybe it is a overreaction to customs in the remote parts of Uzbekistan.

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