this book is a record of a pleasure trip. if it were a record of a solemn scientific expedition, it would have about it that gravity, that profundity, and that impressive incomprehensibility which are so proper to works of that kind, and withal so attractive. yet notwithstanding it is only a record of a picnic.
(Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad).
my aim in upcoming posts describing Peru - it is only a record of a picnic.