I was part of a team last year that went to Uganda. American ran behind schedule from the time we left Nashville, enough that we missed our connection in Belgium. As a result we had an all-expense paid inconvenience in a pretty cool place. Since it was an overnight flight we arrived in the morning so my strategy is to always stay up until it is time to go to bed local time. So, several of us dropped our luggage and headed into the city center. Below are some images from that trip. I recommend Belgian waffles covered with Belgian chocolate. They are all they are cracked up to be.

(One caveat to these images….I took them while walking around by myself. It is still in question as to whether I got separated from the other four people I was with or if I was ditched by my four “friends.” I’m not pointing any fingers, but…)

The Cotahuasi Canyon where we were during the earthquake. We backpacked from just below the far shadow on the right - and still had a way to go.

I’ll never forget the moment the earthquake hit. It was 2:30 pm.

Jim, the photographer with whom I traveled, and I had been catching naps recovering from a 14 hour bus ride that took us  overnight up to and over a 16,000 foot rise in the Andes Mountains with several 1,000 foot drop-offs along the route (I was totally under the influence of Dramamine so fortunately don’t remember most of that ride). We each had cots that amounted to pallets with a sort of mattress tossed across them. Jim had just risen and asked what time it was. As soon as I said “2:30″, the adobe block hotel we were in deep in the Cotahuasi Valley (Peru) began shaking like a rail car run off its tracks. We bolted down the steps and into the courtyard to see the mountains around us exploding. Boulders the size of houses tumbled like pebbles down the slopes.

Dust filled the entire valley over the next 15 minutes after the earthquake. You can see the crack in the adobe building to the left. several building throughout the valley were leveled. Fortunately, our hostel was not one of them.

Looking up, we could see the switchback road – our only way in or out of that remote valley – was covered in landslides from the top where it crossed the ridge to nearly a 1,000 feet below where it entered the village. The valley took extensive damage but fortunately there were no fatalities. Eventually we were able to finish the assignment.

I recently found some pictures from that trip and they are below. None in the way of the earthquate damage, but some from the rest of that trip. We were reporting on a group of volunteers who were backpacking across the mountains  showing the Jesus film in remote villages. Since we were so close, Jim and I slipped away at the end of that coverage to grab some stock images from Machu Picchu, an ancient Inca holy place for indigenous Andeans. Enjoy.

Alpacka are proof God has a sense of humor. We encountered these on the hike out.

Jim and our accommodations for the evening.

Proof I really was there. Seriously, this isn't a Photoshop enhanced image!

Cusco, Peru, is the point at which you catch a train to Machu Picchu. Cusco was the capitol of the Inca Empire. There are two large Catholic churches on the town square that were built on the foundations of where there were large temples to Inca gods. The temples were destroyed by the Spanish in their conquests and cathedrals built in their place.