After a few kilometers of deliberation, wondering whether I heard a legitimate voice of adventure or a complacent voice of reason blowing on the breeze, I came to a skidding halt on the rocky shores of a glimmering blue expanse, rid myself of all protective layers, and dove into the chilling depths. As soon as my breath returned, I roared with excitement, choked by the buoyancy of my stomach escaping through my throat. With that, I left Peru with no regrets.As experiences accumulate in Bolivia, I´m sure to encounter plenty of acts worthy of regret, that is, if I believed in such feelings. But instead, I prefer to act impulsively and accept whatever consequences result - in this case - shriveled, breathless, and ecstatic.
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