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And on the seventh day...

I'm one for working all the time. I like to work, and enjoy it. When not working, I like to pursue hobbies and activities that also lead to accomplishments. Maybe some of the readers here will have a similar attitude towards spending their time.

Occasionally -- rarely -- I take a day off and just intentionally do nothing but relax. Every time I do, I'm reminded that my default way is not actually conducive to the things I want the most. Taking 2-3 days off at the beach every couple months doing simply nothing can lead to such a higher clarify of mind.Likewise, even just a day with no appointments nor self-imposed obligations can be incredibly refreshing.

If you're sleep-deprived, especially if you're averaging under 6 hours per night, the results of relaxation can be even greater. I slept 15 hours today, spent a little time with my family relaxing, eating slowly, and having a coffee, and then took a long walk through the night air listening to a biography of Napoleon on audiobook.

It was magnificent. Maybe those old scriptural tales about prohibitions from working once per week were on to something -- the societies that they originated them went on to thrive, excel, and endure, and perhaps that's not an accident? Maybe you'd benefit from breaking a day off from all obligations, especially if you haven't done so in a while.

Tynan vs. the Peruvian Andes

On Tynan

A couple months ago I was minding my own business, reading a book, about to go to sleep. I give twitter one last check on my phone and see a message from my friend Jenna telling me of a deal to go to Lima, Peru for $380 round trip. I have no particular reason to go to Peru, but I decide to start booking it and make the decision as I go through the steps. The deal is about to go-- it's disappearing from different booking sites one by one. Hey, might as well go, I think. For how long? Well, I can't think of anything off the top of my head in Peru besides Machu Picchu (which I already decided I had to see before I died), so I play it safe and book eight days, figuring that will give me enough time for Machu Picchu and maybe one or two other things.

After booking, I begin to do a little research. The thing to do is the Inca trail, which is a four day hike from the Cusco area to Machu Picchu. You have to go with a tour group, and you have to book far in advance. I booked too late for that. The standard alternative is the Salkantay trek, which is typically a five day trek. It's harder than Inca and has better natural scenery, but no ruins along the way and doesn't lead directly to Machu Picchu like Inca does. I try to find a good tour group going there, but none of the published dates fit into my short window in Peru. Fine, I think, I'll just go solo.

I order a lightweight tent, sleeping bag, and mattress pad, and that's the extent of my planning for over a month. With a week before I leave, I figure I ought to see if I need train or bus tickets. That's when I learn that Cusco is almost 24 hours away from Lima by bus, and that getting to the trail from Cusco takes several hours as well. Long story short, it looks impossible for me to Salkantay. But I've had it in my head for a month now that I'm going to do it, so I don't give up easily. Finally I find a way I can take a bus to Arequipa near the end, and then take a flight from there to Lima just in time to catch my flight. The problem is that this leaves me only about 3 days to do the trek, and less than 24 hours to acclimatize.

A week later, my trip begins. I'm overjoyed when my tent stakes make it through TSA security. Actually getting to the hiking trail is contingent on several fairly unlikely assumptions, the first of which is that the titanium stakes will make it through. The flight to Lima is long, but I somehow manage to get an exit row seat to Panama, and a whole row to myself to Lima. I get the best plane sleep I've ever had.

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