Kolleggerium

The Universidad Cayatano is 30 minutes from my apartment, 28 of which minutes are a thrill ride in creative traffic flow, a higher speed version of the cooperative right of way I’ve seen in other countries where livestock tempers the pace. As a component of the self-queueing index from Zambian what’s-a-road to Germanic riding-on-rails, I’d give it a 4.

Tomorrow, er-lie in the morning I fly to Cusco chasing that tourist high, on an actual tour. Switching cameras.