Oh baby, it´s been a long time. Come closer, lover. Yeah, like that. Did you miss me? I´ve missed you so much. I can almost taste your slightly-salty white skin on my lips. I’m opening my mouth, you’re coming close.. Come here, the anticipation is killing me…
I’m talking about TOFO of course. (and y’alls a buncha sicko-pervs by the way)
Sweet, slimey tofu…
The bean-mush of life.
Damn I missed tofu. Ran across a legit Chinese restaurant yesterday, and I about cried. Ran in and ordered huge chunks of tofu. Taste buds rejoiced. It’s just not right to separate a California kid and his tofu.
But one thing that has separated is me and Bolivia. Yup, there’s an empty spot at the campfire and a little more gruel to go around there tonight… But let me say that Bolivia pretty much rocks. I mean, I’m a chest-thumping savage and all: but the fine people of Bolivia showed me I’ve much to learn. We all have much to learn from a culture that parties like they’re not gonna get up and go to work in the morning (because they’re not)…
So here’s some pics:
- Jorge is a Bolivian-American movie producer who grew up in DC. He roommed with Norvell in LA, so I went out and rode his coattails around Cochabamba for a couple days after La Paz. THANKS JORGE! You seriously rock dude, I needed that… :)
-Isla De La Sol. Important Incan ceremonial spot on Lake Titicaka. Beautiful. (as long as you’re not thinking about how many heads were probably chopped off on that table)
- The town of Locke (on Titicaka). OK, I met a guitar-toting-Argentinian-hippie who told me Locke has a good party for June 6 (a big holiday down here). I set foot on the town´s plaza and the whole festival halted like a record scratch. If the town of Locke had a newspaper, a foreigner within city limits would make headlines. I was an instant hit. I was invited to be a guest judge of the potatoes-and-salsa cookoff (“el delegacion gringo vote´…”). The head of the dance troupe declared me her date and forced me dance with her in bikeshoes. I made many friends that afternoon. And in the end they all chose to laugh at me rather than help when the town drunk latched on and started spitshowering me with the ol´ “I love you, man”… So, I made many fickle/shitty friends that afternoon. Town of Locke: I’m never coming back. (Unless you throw another party and I’m within a 100-mile radius.)
http://perpetualharvest.biz/Bolivia/
Tomorrow I will bike through the Sacred Valley and onward to Machu Pichu. The kid in the hotel (who happened to be a cyclist) liked my route so much he invited himself along (TAKE NOTES, people who pay for guides). By the way, I’m in Cusco, Peru: little Disneylandish for my flavor, but I’m totally not knocking anyone who digs it (which is most people). So, onward and out. Do what you love. Eat what you love. Love you all.
–Lucas
