Ironically, (after our class discussion today) the last time I felt like Tambu was over this past summer after my return from Peru. Just like how we discussed (and downed) in class, I went to Peru, and camped on top of a 13,000 ft mountain for two weeks to build houses. While the program I was doing this project through is known as being slightly posh and being very comfortable, this trip was an exception. Although called ‘The Sacred Valley Project’, as I said above, we weren’t in comfortable huts in a valley with running water and electricity as the name of the project and experiences of previous year’s alumni implied – we were 7,000 feet higher. In tents. With snow.
Like Tambu, over two weeks, I started to become accustomed to working in the snow in the T-Shirts and light sweaters I had brought, the grossly high altitude, and the very different living conditions (meals consisted of near soley potatoes for example) than I was used to.
And like Tambu, I experienced the same rush of (relief? relaxation? happiness?) upon returning/coming into a developed society. Even though I had grown up and spent my entire life around such things as showers, clean tap water, foods other than potatoes, coming back to them, they seemed almost foreign. And wonderful.
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