Here's the time we spent a few days on Lake Titicaca without consistent running water, braving the elements as much as a non-camper is willing to, watching storms happen right overhead, chasing the sunrays and trying to stay warm. Mornings: coffee, rooster crows, cold water on the face. Afternoons: scrambling up the steep hills, wading in the lake, working on our rock collections on the beach. Nights: tripping over boulders to get home while the southern hemisphere constellations stare you down, close enough to touch.
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