The south west corner of Peru, is most agreeable.
The vast majority are very short, it's taking some adjustment to be at the taller end of the spectrum.
So much that sits well with me.
Getting up early is normal, running with thetown waking up one of my favourite things - less so the running at altitude thing.
Food, especially the markets hyper organised, fruits seperate to vegetables, aisles labeled and full of deliciousness to explore. Learnt that iridescent lurid fruit skin usually equates to the most delicious flesh. Beach and street side ceviche.
Favourite snacks: roasted corn kernels, 100% cacao chocolate, it's almost black and so so bitter. Totally lost to it.
And of course the mysteriously named raspadillas - shaved ice layered with juice usually tamarind, strawberry, orange and mango.
Lax attitude to pharmaceuticals. Bring dodgy looking supplements over the land border. Sure.
Unpackaged - but blister packed - over the counter painkillers, well more thru the bars. Of course.
Traditional cure for altitude sickness, coco leaves: by the freezer bag. Everywhere. Have been asked not to try my luck with those over next border.
Hiking and landscapes to die for.
And very much a Peruvian imprint of a posse of little girls playing on my Olympic Rings, joining me on the monkey bars and tumbling. Whilst their brothers too cool to join in and just looked on.