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Introspection
Alien Encounters
When we finally reached Machu Picchu, the planes, trains, and automobiles were worth it. A never-ending line of vibrantly green peaks with a gushing river at their bases surrounded our insignificant bodies. Climbing over the stones strolled upon by my Inca counterparts 600 years ago, I truly was on an adventure.
Walking Backwards Through Traffic
Vans, motorbikes and unusually large rats sped through the four-lane highway in Halong Bay.
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