I just finished watching "The Motorcycle Diaries," and it has had a much more profound impact on me than I expected. The timing to see this movie for the first time was perfect, at a point where both the loneliness of my journey was pulling me into a shell, and when then the constant begging and selling that I have encountered Cusco (and in the Andean highlands) was nudging me toward bitterness.
I won't recount the movie for those who have seen it, but for those who haven't, it is fascinating and I recommend it highly. Whether I agreed with his methods or conclusions I cannot say (as I don't know much about him), but it was inspiring to see Che Gueverra's character become motivated by the many injustices and imbalances that are still clearly delineated by race in South America today.
Overall, the movie led me to make unfair comparisons to my own travels, due to the quality of his writing and the depth of interaction he had with people along the way. But perhaps, most importantly, watching the movie has given me new energy to complete this trip as I had started it... eager to have genuine interactions with people, and to keep my eyes and ears open to all of the spectacular experiences around me.
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