Flying ship

I ll just take my flying ship and see where it shall drop me, as I dreamt last night, and it dropped me in Rapa Nui, which of course fellt heaven to me
It was like a wooden self-built arch of Noah!The owners who took me for a ride had spent 50 years building it!The wood shone in the skies as we flew across the Pacfic ocean.
BUTIFUL!

But then I was in relationship with this girl, and she carried a baby in her tummy, and I wasn t sure I d want to follow her back away from Rapa Nui, where I felt at home, though Ra'u had grown older and fatter, but what did I care, I wasn t looking for love of any kind, just for my island soul....
Lucky I still have my dreams...

I went to c Philip Aguirrre s exhibition in the Middelheim, and I must say that I love his work from around 1995, really waow, and his recently fallen dictator (Leopold II). And the lightbox with the slippers he recollected from the beach in the Senegalese landscape, forming a road to?
The rest didn't inspire me so much, oh but the watercarrier was georgeous!
like George! Hehehe
and Jeanine of course....

Life in Belgium

Rain rain rain, and my bath tub is gonna run over, and love is tough, and I dunno...

Lucho

Luis, what a man! He s as sweet as honey can be, that s how he seemed to be to me.
Let s hope Sagar and I won t need his help anymore next winter, but if we do, let us meet the plant spirits, which I d really love to meet in this life time, and be capable to see and fight our demons...
Luis is the man I ll go to for a healing, my mind is made up.Definitely!

Never ever fly AIrcomet

Lo mas barrato sale lo mas caro
The cheapest ends up being the most expensive!
One good advise: Never ever fly Aircomet!

Belgium

Do not stand at my grave and wheep.
I am not here, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond's gift on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you wake in the morning, 'hush'
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines in the night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am here, I did not die

Vava Thiers passed away while I was in Peru
he loved the rhododendrons and so much more...

Poncha The square dog (airdale terrier)

and Sarati ( a peruvian dog of inka times, without hair, a bit of a punk)and Perdi (a dalmatian), all of them lucky enough to be wandering down Miraflores'Parks with their babysit...Unfortunately, the business of dogwalking hasn t taken off in Belgium yet and people aren t ready to spend a few box on the care of their pets while they are not there for them to pamper them. In Miraflores, it s another reality...A lot of dogs are taken on daily walks by specialised dogwalkers, whom make more money being a dogwalker than let s say being an electrician!
I would love to spend my working hours in their company, in dogs company...
So if anyone out there needs a dogsitter and dogwalker, I am there to be readily available!

Lima after Iquitos

It seems so quiet, the cars make no noise at all
Strange how one gets used to silence, when I first arrived, I thought Lima was noisy, now it seems peaceful, but I am in Miraflores, so...
I am moving into my little room again, what a heaven, thanks Patanjali, Kundalini and I don t know who, oh yes God, life,plants, trees, whatever the name of the energy surrounding us is...
I love the ocean, vast and endless, I don t feel so confined as I do inside a country
I feel like there s a possible escape because I can see it
and I love the selva too and the mountains, the desert, but I definitely love the air I breathe at the oceanside.
In the end it all comes to this
I profoundly adore and love Nature, its magic seems surprising me, and its uncomplicatedness and happy just being there is something I would like to feel in this life
Despite the fact that healthreasons kept me a little astray from it, a deep rooted admiration has founded itself even more. I feel scared to go back to Belgium, now that I found myself so close to its spirit, back to a country that seems so grey.It will be a challenge to encounter the spirit of Nature in the parks created by humans and in the little bit of nature we have left.
Everything seems so superficial to me: a melancholic longing to spend my life surrounded by my love is growing. But in Belgium I ll have my other love of my life to nurture me... That makes me going back...
We might end up in Nepal, or in the jungle.

25 000 motocarros around your ears

Iquitos might be a heavenly place, were it not that it has been spoiled by the continuous noise and i mean noise of the motocarros, taking passengers from A to B to C till Z
Peru is not like Europe or America, very few people own cars here.And the means of transportation varies from legs to taxis, collectivos, combis, which are stowed vans untill they crack, and motocarros...In the jungle motocarros prevail, and it is quite romantic to sit in the back of an open air taxi, which has been made, collected from a moto (the front) and two backwheels, and a double seat.It is romantic to sit and be dragged around, your hair in the wind, and enjoying the cooling breeze. But romance takes a turn when you are filty with dust, exhaust and deafened by the continuous sound.
25 000 in city of half a million, doesn t seem that much, but when you re sitting in a cafe, trying to enjoy a conversation, your thoughts might shift..
Peruvians love noise, TV, radio, anything works even in the jungle ...
I wonder how they cope... But Iquitos seemed quiter than Pucallpa.

Iquitos

Stuck in the crazy Iquitos, with diarhhea, time to rest...I won t have time to go deeper in the Amazonian jungle anymore, since I am flying back homewards in two weeks,too bad cuz I really would have loved to be between the aborigens more...
Anyway
I went on a jungle trip and saw dolphins, river ones, they abound here, a lot of jumping and shreeking monkeys, toucans and a lot of birds, learned a lot of the tropical plants, there seems to be a cure for everything and had a jungle guide all for myself, a fantastic one with italian roots, whom talked a lot, but also knew a lot, ...and the mosquitos had me to themselves¡
Met a Sami today, who has been living in the jungle for two years, but misses the autumn, winters and springs...He looked gorgeous, but he dissapeared as quickly as he came.

Such a long time ago....

Where have I been
In the jungle of Pucallpa,and enjoying Marly s Alemans company, now I am in Iquitos and will try to update my blog...The jungle is something I love...

On Marly, Mary she loves Bob Marley hence she likes to b called Marly.....
She s something, Fico s sister, Fico is the boyfriend of Annita, Roosjes sister, my schoolfriend...
And Fico is from Pucallpa, but lives in Belgium, so when I told him I was goona go to Peru, he gave me his sister s address and that s how I met up with Mary Marly and her family...in Cocoroco, a neighbourhood of Yarina, close to Pucallpa...I had a wonderful time, wandered about in the heat of the midday sun, and went to get bread in the local panaderia, they re called Biko s.So I ate a lot of Bikos, and tons of eggs and lovely platanos, which I can t get enough of and maduros, basically the same as unripe bananas,fried and ripe bananas , fried....
Hanging around with Mary is kind of fun, she doesn t like to leave the safety of her home, although I wonder if that is the real reason of her lingering about the entire day, platita might be in for it too...Oh but she s one and all laughs, has wonderful kids, Cory and Julio, well educated, kind and helpfull, a funny parakiet, and interesting neighbours...
We slept early and woke up early, like chickens.
And we did some excursions on the lake to look at Fico s paradisiacal house in the jungle, with a canoe, and to the Anaconda where lovely chicas put up a dancing act, and we as well, and discovered the nightlife of Pucallpa....and so many things more.It was a tremendous pleasure for me to be around a family...
I m surely going to miss her.
I also went to Santa CLara a Shipibo community near San Francisco, the touristy version of the former. There I found some peace out of the chaos of Pucallpa, and also met Julian whom invited me to his family in San Francisco. A cup of Masato, yuca drink, a fish and platano asado was put in front of me while I spoke to Miqueos, the young but down to earth shaman, curandero.
3 months I d need to get cured...and to get closer to the plants.... something for next year?
In Sta Clara we let the izulas, venomenous giant ants, go their way while we were led by a group of young children into the botanical garden, and we let the mosquitos suck our blood.
If the purified the blood while they were sucking, like they do with water, that would be a good deal, but I have a slight suspicion they don t.
Doing the dishes at Marys, for once, I commited a mass murder, thousands of ants had found their way to the bottom of a cup and I couldn t get them out in time, o what a tragedy, at least they didn t die alone.

Sloths dolphins plants and birds and water

This is Yarinacocha. Wonderful,but toooons of water.
I am staying at Nueva Luz de Fatima at Gilbert s and Sylvia, a good place full of love. I have a whole house to my disposition since I am the only gringa to have made it that far for now...
The only way of locomotion is a canoe, and forget your legs, you barely use them...So they start to itch. Having the knowledge that the water is polluted cuz it joins the Ucayali river now, and being scared of electric eels and piranhas, stingrays, and who knows what more, I decided to keep my feet dry and wear gumboots to cross over to the parking place of the canoes. Dolphins swim across the lake and sloths adorn the trees, what a funny animals those sloths.
Birds fly by, dogs and cows alike stand with their paws in the wate, it s the rainy season....
Winter here for them, still the heat is hot.
Discovering Bellavista in a peke peke, all the houses are in the water
A funny sight still the people seem content. They hang out in the water, have fun...
Oh oh it s gonna POOR again, I still have to make it to the village which is out in the lakeOH no and my towel, it s gonna be flying out and about ...
Yep it s raining, what an adventure...

To my friends in India

I would love to hang out there, and be one of the yogis...
How is Renee B? Surviving?
I m still in noisy jungle, but loving it for now
And counting the days to c my eternal beloved back, if he still is... If not, I ll probably catch the next airplane to find somerelief in yogic asanas,and delicious foods of India, and meet up with u guys¡¡¡¡
Insight is growing, if I want to be a curandero and learn from the plants, the only teachers will b the plants themselves. Although I have the feeling that even they don t provide the answer to my quest, I think Patanjali said it clearly to me in a dream Patanjali will heal me¡
And so will my inner doctor. But how I love the plants, and their irradescience and their fragrance and texture.They are definitely here to give us some relief. Be it in baths, coctions, or as ornament,be it as something to take care of or as somethingthat makesus look more pretty, smell with an irresistible fragrance, as a soothing tea, as a herb adding flavour as a tree to lean upon our restless souls,it is an inmense journey,PLANTS¡
I wish I make it this life time, to get to meet their souls. and communicae with them.
Because that s what I feel good with.

Henry or Men del Norte?

Two names of lanchas, ferrys, which go all the way to Iquitos.
The port of Pucallpa is something, when you ve never experienced a jungle port b4.
It s sooooooooooo romantic, people dragging bananas on their heads, loads of them...
mudd everywhere, remember we hit the rainy season, odd looking people,drunks, but with a stick I can KO them without a doubt, so they re harmless, I guess....
Peke pekes and geen pepekes, going and coming, and poor trees, masses of them, poor tress, cut into pieces to create paper, furniture, or whatever...What is wrong with us people, exploiting Nature as we do?Stand still, please, buy second hand, it looks much nicer anyhow, or don t buy at all, we don t need all the things we have...
But the port, aaaaaaaaaaaaah so romantic.
I have an even harder time understanding hte people from Iquitos, this ain t spanish no more...it is jungle talk, it goes very slowly very quietly and with a lot of slang.

On zoos

Visited twice a zoo here, and though I don t seem to get the point of keeping animals in captivity, though I read about the tiger in the Pacific, and though I try to believe me, I wish that people would better be off eaving animals in plain freedom and experience freedom themselves for once, if that is possible, everyone is captive in this life isn t it...
I must say the Parque Natural in Pucallpa surprised me pleasantly, after the dingy environment of Tingo Maria s UNAS, univerçt they claim too be...,it was a relief. The animals hadn t been rescued though, whereas in Tingo they are, I wonder what truth lies in that...
From illegal trade, put into pequeños jaulas, little as can be, saved, for the better??????
Anyway what s the solution? No more animal trade, change of government, and no more burocracía, as is the case in Peru, so that more funds go where they ought to go, to the people and poor animals. They never asked for anything did they?
Maybe schools should also start on working with more social and conservation programms, instead of filling heads with brainwashed images till they explode.
I got a lick from the tapir, sachavaca a it is locally known, it ate my hair and licked my fingers and I got him out of his restrained enclosure, making him wander about the ducks, and turtles and geese food ...He got a massage too, and I m in love...with the sachavaca.
I petted a strange looking peruvian dog, bold, almost japanese...but they assured me it was Peruvian.
Shaking hands with curious monkeys, and trying to get a glimpse of one shy one, less terrible than the monkey I pètted in Tingo, which had a definitely depressed look on its face...
Busy leafcutter ants, giant bumblebees nd aggressive mosquitoes followed me around.

All that in a lush tropical forest...with rainstorms, fried fish and fried green bananas, my staple food for now.

Pucallpa finally

It is pouring down, the rain...
Incredible it seems to follow me around.But as a woman told me
A ti no te gusta la lluvia, y quieres vivir- she s right, if we want to live we need rain!!!!
So I am starting my last month here in Peru, soon I ll be o n the plane towards Europe again
I hope to find Sagar there, in one piece.Gosh it is so hard to be without news at all, am I crazy or what
The road to Pucallpa was georgeous, as we left the mountains behind, the land became flatter and soon the mountains had dissapeared and made way for jungle, farmlands and more jungle
I chose a good day, since the heat was bearable, the rain kept us cool
I treated myself on a comfortable car journey, and quicker than the bus...at least that was the intention,...
But unfortunately, yes you guess it right, the car broke down, again the gear, and we were lucky to pass the last hills at minimum speed,1 km an hour, maybe i d have been quicker walking...
I kept on being surprised by the huge bees nests, I took for spider monkeys and let my imagination become my reality.
The hotels in Pucallpa are noisy and the rooms small, nothing very inspiring to make a painting...which I d hoped for
Ah Inch Allah
Again

Curiousity for the selva grows

Tingo Maria is only half as hot as Pucallpa
But I am acclimatizing allright after 4 months of high sierra.
The people look and speak differently there too, can t wait to get there....
Tomorrow or tuesday?I hope I ll have a safe trip, since attacks are common, and banditry often in the news. Aaaaaah when are people gonna get to THE MEANING OF THIS LIFE?

La bella durmiente

Tingo Maria Nacional Park, with the sleeping beauty made out of the hills surrounding it. The Peruvians see anything in rocks, mountains,rivers, vivid imagination....
aaaaaaaaaaaaah felicidad... The plants and trees are just impressive here, the blue morpho fladders around me to announce a new birth and the crickets just make my favourite sound

La cueva de las lechuzas y no de las lechugas (kind of loud owl, salad).
oscura y gritona como the birds from A Hitchkock, I d like to spend some time in a cave, but I don t think this one would be on my favourite list, although the sight is impressive and the sound even more....
el encanto de la naturaleza

la pobreza is around the corner, I wonder if these people would be happy with my North Face jacket that I try to get rid off, since I forgot to donate it in the high sierra, I was too cold to think clearly, now I am too hot...or too drunk could be....
pero la felicidad

el litro de caipirinha and the pollo canga, delicious cheap chicken on the bbq served with tacachu, a local speciality, of banana and oil, engordando?Every woman has got a belly here and it looks marvellous.Reminds me of the Pacific Islands, gosh if I were a man....
El intenet funciona malisimo, but fortunately they were so honest to charge me less, unlike the Krishna s whom got delicious food, but allways try to get away with a sol more.

People don t earn a lot here, 500 soles a month, can u imagine?
Not much left over after the paying of the rent the eatingand the drinking,a very Peruvian habit..

I feel homesick,for the first time during my trip and very much Sagarsick
I guess it will be an early night .....
BIEHIEHIEHIEHOEHOEJHHOEJHOEEOHEOUEEJHEO

Tingo Maria

Tingo Maria is one shocking change from the Sierra, I had to get my bones heated up and decided to go there asap. ANd here I am. With a cold, but without the rheumatic aches I d experienced in Junin.I decide to blend in and take it sllllooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly.
Hotel Madera Verde
Centro de rescate
Lazy hazy afternoons
La Lluvia llego
y que lluvia
intuition works in overdrive, finally
UNAS
Not such a nice place
Poor monkey looking away, lost jaguar,
people are stupid

Junin

Puna in her splendour
Lake Junin
Hostal Leo,
the cold which makes my bones hurt
the cold make me flee
to Tingo Maria
direct with autos rapidos
result I have a cold in the heat

Dinner with an Angel

Walking around in Molinos a small village not far from Huancayo, enjoying the women who gather to wash their clothes in the river, being told of animals inhabiting the mountains
And having seen the million faces in them too, I was making my way to Cochas, a gourd carving centre of some uniqueness, when a car full of people stopped, a guy got out and ran away and invited me to join them.He seemed to be the Alcalde, the maire, of Tambo, and was doing his tour of the villages, Angel Unchupaico Canchumani.
Very charming, he invited me to have dinner with them, tv ccrew included. I had my first bit of CUY, it was dead anyway, and it didn t taste like anything. So IT SURELY IS GOIN TO BE MY LAST.

Puna, mi hermosa, querida, diosa....

Poem for Puna

Puna hermosa
bajo una luna nublada
ya pareces durmida

Puna linda
tus secretos parecen interminables
me haces soñar sueños inolvidables

Puna mia
te extraño cuando vuelvo
a mi país lejano

Puna
permanece siempre al lado mio
en la mañana deja ver tu lado frio
en la tarde, cuando empieza a hacer viento,
te veo tan feliz, tan tranquila
y en la alta noche
todavia estas viva


Y PUEDO SEGUIR MAS

Huancayo

Cementerio de Umutu con lindos cantos

Torre Torre, Daniel, Pedro y amigos

San Jeronimo,

Ingenio,

Concepcion

Mito, lindissimo Juan

Boattrain trip

Between Huancavelica and Huancayo

Magnificent movements in the Andes by train, recommended

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*Somos Alienados*

We are alienated, said Silo...his eyes reddish from the pain and from the beer...
Negritos festival in Huancavelica.
A catholic fiesta where everyone flocks to dance and see the procession of the niño perdido, the lost black child Jesus...which came from Chincha, which has a large amount of African descendants... from slavery times....again.....
The Apus, mountain Gods, just stand still and watch as the crowd gets drunker and drunker...
I wonder why it is that Catholicism has had and still has so much impact on these mountain people, whom had and some still do luckily so much to adore in Nature, Pachamama,Pachatata,...
And some tell me it isn t hidden beneath the Catholic festivals, and some say it is...
All I know is that to me, being of animist belief myself, the whole situation is awkward.

Religion, I ll never get it, especially not the ones not paying attention to Nature.

It was a sad fiesta for me, and all the festivals I ll visit from now on, must be of Andean origin, at their purest. Let s hope the one in Matahuasi coming sunday, will be one of those...

Imaginandome Cuzco

Ya No me acuerdo....

Mariesonsol con muchos sol

El zorlobo

Negritos festival in Huancavelica

The Ormeno bus took me throught the high Andes, I got all romantic by gazing at the litlle bits of Puna in the dark, and reached Huancavelica at 5 am, no rested but satisfied. On the road I talked to Idaliza, a girl of 10 and her friends who were on a trip from concrete Lima.They were thrilled by talking to a gringa, and as our bus got its motor started, she ran up the bus and asked me for my email. I hope she ll write me.It is strange what nature does with children, and it is even stranger we can t let them have it...
In Huanca, the hotels were fully booked, there seemed to be something going on...My gringa charm just made it for a room and a tv and hot water, which I all consider luxury items, but which would seem to be so welcome the following day.
The Negritos festival beating hard, I stayed pegged to my bed, and that s where I m heading now again. Dreams are so precious to me....

An old Peugeot and chevrolets,and me being born a capricorn....

Old american cars cruising from Nazca to Ica
It feels odd, but magical.

The rain make the women on the street hold on to their hearts...I wonder why, I do the same. Maybe it s the fear of the heart getting caught by the rhytmic sounds of drops falling unto it, and being wild...At least, that s what I think. It s hot, tropical and rainy grey weather, what better to do on these days then ...But Sagar isn t here, so I ll have to restrain myself.Bcuz I was born a capricorn...

Cherokee

So up on the Mirador I awed at the lines, which are a mystery to everyone, and which never ever dissapear, the torandos just clean them and after they passed they look as if they were freshly made. I saw the tree, the hands and the cut off tail of the lizard
I was happy that I didn t take the avionetta, and didn t give in to my cravong of seeing more lines, but also polluting the universe a bit more...
Amazed by this sight, I decided to walk to the cerrito a little further along the Pan Amrticana, with some Neil Young tunes mending my soul with this magnificent landscape. I fell completely fulfilled, walking like a hobo, and thought I had credit cards, and water, everything to start myself with in getting lost in the middle of nowhere....Only the raindrops were falling, and started to fall even harder as I git closer to the cerrito.
Completely soaked, but blissfull I put out my thumb, and an old Cherokee stopped for me. THe man, a Robert Mitchum type, copper miner, came from lovely Andahuallyas and had been living in hot Nazca for 15 years now.

Oh I forgot to tell you about Magali, a crazy but gorgeous woman, whom came out of the cabinet of the dr when I was taking pictures from across the street, and seeing me she thought I d like it if she modelled for me
We got talkin´and she invited me to her home, she only thought I was much younger, and a good fit for her son. No luck. But as she was going to Lima for a few days, to stock on for her handicrafts, and as I am going to Ica and Huancavelica, another loooooooooooooooooooooomg busride, our caminos separated....Too bad, she was really fun, and I felt like being in another era.....
Strange Nazca, it gets to you...

From being rained out to an old Cherokee

Finally, I reached NAZCA
The bus was mere luxury, compared to what I travelled in b4.But it was also doubly priced
We all got a meal ofchicken and rice, nothing to drink, to keep our urinary bladder quiet I believe...I didn t close one eye, allthough the seats were retractable, we had plenty of room and even got a semi cama effect, semi bed,...too much luxury isn t good for me.

It was a night filled with perfect timing, every time I peeped through the curtains some animal appeared or vanished in the dark....skunk like creatures, and vicuñas with their face so sweet, cacti and an ever changing landscape, from puna, aai mi querida, to volcanic nothingness, to desert dunes
Came into Nazca with 30 min of delay, very good to Peruvian standards... and sweating, bcuz it s hot...
Here in this strange edgy town, where all cars have some nostalgy they carry with them, people dress almost nudely, a shock after the layers of clothes in the sierra,I found some solace.
I can t put my finger on it what it is that I enjoy so much, is it the desert surrounding it, the light, the people, the heat,...I dunno, but I know I like it.
Oddly enough.

The cemetary had some pumpkinheaded babies, and some mummified rastas from the Chincha culture. They didn t practice the sacrifices of humans like the Incas did after them, and everyone was good enough to get mummified and a tomb after his death, to ensure afterlife.
A weird thing to see rastas, yeah with dreads to their feet or longer, in foetal position.They were the shamans. But graverobbers have emptied many of the graves contents, I would have done the same if I were to be poor in Peru...
Also visited a ceramic fabric and a gold extraction fabric, with a delightful entertainer...

Then romanticism came upon me as I discovered the Nazca lines, the tree, the hands and the tail of the lizzard, cut off of his body by the Pan Americana...
Rain, rain started to fall down, as I wondered in awe at these mysterious lines...in the EVERSOBEAUTIFUL desert.......

Chocolat and high altitude

Not compatible¡
I ve been hit by a chocolate intoxication, just like Ann.After having lived without chocolate for 1 month, I thought it was time for a treat, since my hormones were for it asking kind of agressively. A womans blessing,you know...
So Sublime came my way and while I was eating it in a very civilised way I felt my stomach make a few saltos, and soon I was to stop a cab, afraid to have to vomit in an uncivilised manner in the middle of the Inca streets.I turned the window down, to get rid of my heatwaves, and got annoyed by the detour the cab was making, for the Inca streets had a huge hole in it, the rainy season in the Andes...
Just in time I reached Osiris, to lay down and then vomit in the appropriate way.
Now a few hours late, what stays is a tired feeling and an incapacity of taking the bus tonight....
Another day in El Cuzco....
But I still marvel at the tress up the mountains and think soon, very soon I might just be part of them and share the tranquility they bathe in... FINALLY
Tomorrow I wish...

Busses drivin' backwards

Well well
Nazca...
Finally I hit the road, after two more weeks of hesitations, I m gettin' good at it...and after having Ann predictin' my future,I fell it was time to go on my way.
So brave as un oso hermoso, I woke up early early afer my birth night, and reached the busstation at 7 am, i thought I d have enough time to fetch a ticket.
Unfortunately, everything for the 8 am departure was sold out, so I smudged myself with a few hot chocolates and fresh bread in one of the few foodstands...
10 am was the next departure, and I sat in Huamanga bus, with a zillion passengers, not one gringo , I was happy.
The bus left with 1 hour 30 delay, but this is Peru...some things are the way they are.
I soon marvelled at the snowy peaks, the beautiful Apurimac department, and the puna, ahh my beloved puna. What it is that attracts me to vast deserts I dunno, I think the sense of freedom one feels being disturbed by nothing at all, not one tree, no rabbit, just a few stingy pune grasses a cold wind and some llamas, alpacas, and cowboys
I fell asleep, untill a commotion hit the bus, a Wari bus had fallen over, 2 deaths...it wouldn t be the last ones we saw...unfortunately
It turned out to be the bus I would have taken if I had had a ticket in the morning. Providence smiled upon me.
Knock on wood.
Sleepy again, my lucid dreamin got disturbed by the bus doing strange manoeuvres... driving backwards...
after hours of trying we finally got going in the right direction, but the drivers left the boot open, and all the material fell out. So we stopped again, and started the whole process over
A second time we went the right way and reached PampaMarca, and the bus died...
The first driver went to a village 1 hour 30 from there, and never came back, cell hones were of no use, cuz we were in the middle of nowhere... at a high altitude...
People were gettin impatient, and we went from anger to jokes to anger,...
So we decided to wait untill another bus, joking about what kind of bus it would be a cardboard one, with an old driver, would come and deliver us from our agony
but it never came
Stranded we were and stranded we would be for 12 hours
So when a Huamanga bus came the other direction I hoped on it, and went back to where I came from, Cuzco, oh no not again...Had an early New Years eve with delightful Peter, and lmarvelled at the stars, talked to Apus, the mountain gods and felt happy...

So now I m here,in Cuzco, I bumped into Rey, started to paint and moved 3 times, slept with a real tree, and nightmares of my beloved one started all over.

I wish I could interpret signs more adequately, that would be a real deliverance.Clear intuition, that s my wish.....