The start of Phase Two was painful. After a well deserved three week break from the bicycle my butt had forgotten what it was like to cycle. Every bump felt as if an angry giant was hitting me in the bum with a baseball bat as hard as he could.
Read MoreViva the Frogs of Lago Titicaca
At the end of each day of searching, when I close my eyes, I see frogs. I see frogs hovering on rocks in a jail of aquatic grasses. I see frogs in shades of grays, browns, and blacks, decorated with spots until each is unique. I see frogs kicking off to escape my looming shadow, their pleated skin billowing like the waves I still feel rocking me.
Read More18 weeks in 18 photos
Well, I am starting this blog four months into my travels. And while better late than never might be true, the idea of catching everyone on up to speed is a bit daunting.
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