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....
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hey schattie, hoe is het nu?
ben je aan het genieten van je nieuwe omgeving? het klinkt alsof het daar erg mooi en goed is.
dikke zoen
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