Yikes, the time is nigh

You wouldn't believe it. I barely can myself. But after months and months of planning, researching, hype and training, our time to go to Peru is almost here. In typical disparate fashion, all of us have booked ourselves on different flights to Peru - but ultimately, we all end up in Cusco at some point or another on Saturday morning.

The plan looks something like this:
Delta and I will head out this Thursday, so we can spend a couple days in Lima before we head to Cusco. Doobie will join us in Lima on Friday. We'll all meet Ilajna and Bobbis in Lima airport on Saturday, where we'll all fly to Cusco. And Croc and M will join us directly in Cusco whenever their flights roll in. There, we'll all spend a couple days in Cusco together, exploring the Incan ruins and Peruvian handicrafts, before starting (with a fair share of trepidation) our much-hailed hike on the 13th.

Assuming we live to tell the tale, our quivering legs will haul our sorry behinds into Machu Picchu early in the morning of 17th. After the hike, our group will pretty much disband into pairs, where we'll each head to our different adventures separately. Delta and I, for our part, are heading out to a lodge in the Amazon to spend four days trying not to be killed by tarantulas.

Because, you know, that's how we like our vacations.