Starry Nights

A bus filled with 29 sleeping souls and me rumbles across Bolivia's dirt roads. Listless, I stare out the window and notice the stars. Stars unseen from the north. Stars kept invisible by the light pollution. But here, as if I was lounging inside the Hubble telescope it is just darkness, stars and myself for miles around. Crystal clear pin points of light create a glowing spider web of fantastical shapes in the sky and I stare, giddy like a child with my secret prize. A quick glance around the bus confirms it's mine as I nuzzle up to the window, pull my blanket tighter and wonder what stories the Incans shared with these stars.