Being Mr. Kenny

Many of you will have been asking yourselves, “What is Mark like as a tourist?” Well, my friends, today you can find the answer to that question.

Going through my spam folder, I found something left on a post I had entitled, “I do beg your pardon” in which I talked about my trip to Macchupicchu, in Peru. It was an amazing trip, and I loved travelling, every bit, even the bits I hated (such as violently throwing up every half hour on a mountain, while European tourists passed me on foot at 20 mph, in the middle of a cold and unrelenting night — all taking place under the darkest, most loveliest star-flecked sky I have ever seen, like velvet sprinkled with tiny diamonds).

The post in question is totally great. I barely talk about Macchupicchu at all. I moan about the food, the slowness of the internet and my annoyance at tourists. I also make many witty observations. I loved South America, I look back on it with very fond memories, and a sense of “How on earth did I manage to do that without dying.”

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