I made it to my first football game in South America! The Copa Americana is being played in Peru and thanks to a slightly irritating English woman that I met in Cuzco, she and I and a bunch of other girls went to a Brazil-Paraguay match. Sadly and unexpectedly, the Brazilians lost and it may well be that they are out of the tourmament. It was a lot of fun though, especially because the only football game I had ever been to in my life prior to this was a Division III match in London  (which was also fun but more because of the dear friend that took me there about two years ago).
 
Now I am visiting one of the world´s deepest canyons, called Canyon de Colca, which is near Arequipa.  I lost my touch: cannot really be bothered to be friendly with the people that I am on the tour with. The scenery is beautiful though, this valley is surrounded by amazing volcanoes, some of which are still active. I also have got proof that altitude sickness exists; an older Argentinian lady had to be taken to the hospital and given oxygen because she became so ill as soon as we reached about 4000 meters. It is pretty scary how quickly and randomly the sickness can overtake you.
 
After all these months of hearing how I am the only Hungarian that people have ever met, I  ran into a large group of well-to-do Hungarians on an organized trip to South America. After some hesitation I started talking to them; they were all well-dressed and the women all looked like the female partner at the Budapest office of my former employer: attractive and well-groomed in that boring nouveau riche way.  They were pretty shocked that I am travelling on my own around South America (as was the Peruvian hostel assistant that I chatted to earlier - seems to be the theme of the day.)
 
Anyway, I am still more or less in unenthusiastic mode. Missing the comforts of a home (any home really) and feeling the "end-of-July-sadness" coming over me, which is related to the anniversary of my mother´s death and her birthday (just realized this morning that she would be 60 on 28th July).  I am not feeling too sorry for myself  though and I am on my way to a home in a bit.