Well, it's time to tell you about our next big dream. When you read this post, we will already be at the airport, once again said goodbye to Bali (but with a light heart, because we are sure that we will definitely return there soon). The dream of seeing South America appeared in my head long before Nepal. And this was in those distant times, when I still had no idea that one day I could leave — alone, with a backpack — to explore new countries. So - I read about Machu Picchu in those distant days, and this place seemed to me - the most mysterious and unattainable on the planet...

Behind the porthole is night, 6 degrees above zero and rain and wind piercing to the strings. I inhale the icy air, fasten the windbreaker and briskly walk down the ramp. Literally two steps from the ladder to the bus, my brand new moccasins, in which I was going to hang out here for a day, turn into a wet something. Hello Istanbul and winter after so many months of ongoing summer. For a person who has not seen winter for several years, this is a shock. I remember right away that I had never loved her and during all this time I had never been bored...