In the fall of 1982, I mentioned to my friend Paco Grande that I would be taking my new artificial leg, 150 rolls of Tri-X film and heading for Peru.  His immediate response was that he wanted to come along to keep an eye on me.  Paco was loosing his eyesight and it seemed reasonable to wonder what it would be like, traveling together as the blind and the lame.  "Easy," Paco replied, "You steer, I'll push."

One dark night we climbed down from the flatbed truck we'd been on for twelve hours - freezing cold, soaking wet, and into ankle deep mud.  The driver and everyone on board instantly vanished into the surrounding darkness.  There was only one light visible in the village, so I steered, Paco pushed and we made it to a bar where the amazed owner fell over himself mobilizing his family to get us hot food and a room with beds.  What a good thing it turned out to be, having a crazy blind Spaniard keeping an eye on me.