The Worst 48 Hours of Travel of My Life
The misery that is Charles De Gaulle International Airport.
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The misery that is Charles De Gaulle International Airport.
My Dad and I travel to the southern tip of the Western Hemisphere.
Day Four. An oven-less cake, a near death experience, and an awkward massage.
Day Three of the Salkantay Trek – With landslide crossings and team bonding.
The second day of the 45 mile Salkantay Trek. Up 2,500 feet, then down 5,500 feet, over 15 miles.
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Photo captured by a water-logged Samsung Galaxy 7 with a cracked screen.
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