{"id":36,"date":"2011-05-10T15:16:00","date_gmt":"2011-05-10T15:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/trek.macanics.com\/moments"},"modified":"2011-05-10T15:16:00","modified_gmt":"2011-05-10T15:16:00","slug":"moments","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paddington.macanics.com\/?p=36","title":{"rendered":"Moments"},"content":{"rendered":"<p \/>\n<p \/> Sao Paulo in the morning light, a pale crust of houses and spiky skyscrapers washing up against green forested hills <\/p>\n<p \/> A night sky so black and cold the stars blazed down brightly, each constellation strange and unknown <\/p>\n<p \/> Distant volcanoes reflected on a mirror plain of turquoise water <\/p>\n<p \/> Crystalline magic twinkling in the palm of my hand <\/p>\n<p \/> Dunes towering over a dusty city full of crumbling, fallen bricks <\/p>\n<p \/> Water falling so far and fast you can feel it with your whole body <\/p>\n<p \/> A single toucan winging it&#8217;s way over tall jungle trees <\/p>\n<p \/> Mists restlessly wreathing a ruined mountaintop Inca city <\/p>\n<p \/> Hillsides of green terraces like giant&#8217;s steps <\/p>\n<p \/> Streets filled with mad unpredictable anarchic traffic, pavements jammed with fruit hawkers, air choked with diesel fumes, houses rising like stacked blocks clinging to the steep sided valley <\/p>\n<p \/> Pyramids made from millions of mud bricks <\/p>\n<p \/> The smiling, welcoming, wrinkled old face of Peru <\/p>\n<p \/> White shining peaks sharp against a bright blue sky <\/p>\n<p \/> The sun breaking over far mountains in a river of lemon light across a vast lake <\/p>\n<p \/> Wind whipping up dust and rubbish at the edge of town, train tracks converging in a hazy distance <\/p>\n<p \/> Condors gliding past only yards above me, silently <\/p>\n<p \/> Fresh guacamole and tortillas appearing from a tent in the Andean highlands &#8211; 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