tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26226585424839302742024-03-05T17:42:46.842-08:00qmumuMy travelling soul ...Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-51003189067831132262011-06-07T07:54:00.000-07:002011-06-07T07:59:51.298-07:00FEEL FALLSHOULD I CALL UPON THE FALL<br />TO WAKE UP THE RAINS AND WINDS<br />TO COLOR THE GREENEST LEAVES<br />SO WE FEEL AGAIN?Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-80867262938412026822009-11-17T07:10:00.000-08:002009-11-17T07:27:31.897-08:00On emptyness and the meaning of lifeI am empty these days, no more desires, only that incredible urge to be an eternal wanderer,adventurer, discoverer, contemplator,nomad, no home, no attachment...I created this emptiness, as I gave up everything that stressed me out, the need to create, the society s pressure<br />Yes I might be in a comfortable position, and yet uncomfortable<br />This is my path.my Tao.<br /><br />I dream of shoes I don t really need but which would make the journey lighter,though an article in a magazine I forgot the name of, said it s better to walk barefooted, no support, no comfort...Like everything in life...Too much comfort kills you in the end...<br />and that barefootedness is healthier for the feet, also for the soul.<br />If only there wouldn t be that much concrete around me, I would give it a good try.<br />Mmmmm, being spoiled by daily tickles of grass, mudbaths, insects crawling on this strange object. Brings back my senses.<br /><br />Which reminds me of the strangest dream I had, walked along the seashore and Ifound a childs foot, with ankle? It seemed for hours and hours I was hypothetizing about how the little foot got thee, what had happened to its owner...<br />Can somebody please help with a just interpretation?<br /><br />Should I start writing, to have a daily routine?So much has been written already.<br />Or should I be painting again.<br />Or wake up my shamanic dreamlife?<br />Rescue the planet<br />So much to do , so little time<br /><br />I will content myself to be a wittnes of this lifeMuwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-45597403935916452172009-09-28T06:53:00.000-07:002009-09-28T07:01:46.270-07:00Western societyis spoiled<br />People are far from understanding what truly matters<br />I choose to step out of this capitalistic fake get together, where the accumulation of materials is more important than 'being' you.<br />No wonder so many get lost in this rat race...no wonder beautiful people leave us behind too early<br />...<br />What did we come here on Earth for? As visitors, not as destroyers, as passengers, leaving no imprints behind,as invitees to witness this Natural beauty.<br />If wasps are considered unuseful for this planet, what use do our millions have?<br /><br />Every thing is animated, lets consider this and respect our planet...Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-91130364814078775252009-09-20T05:56:00.000-07:002009-09-20T06:05:54.607-07:00WeddingsWhy do they exist the way they exist?<br />If ever I would get married, give me a warming huge open air woodfire, grass soup and maybe fish baked in the Earth, a cool breeze and plenty of fresh springwater<br />n not to miss, the <em>chocolate pie</em>! <br />Warm tents, and self made music, happy souls, a lot of stars and the moon as witnesses.<br />Loads of curious animals, and la Pachamama.<br />Please don t give me anything unnatural, as I ll get married to Nature too.<br />Nothing Bacchus like, just a heart warming feast that everyone will remember.<br />No boring talks around a well dressed table, no artificial light, no noise that would chase animals away...Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-57416453955787936282009-09-13T10:43:00.000-07:002010-02-10T11:13:22.068-08:00Pleasure Happiness<em>What brings me pleasure?</em><br /><em>What makes me happy?</em><br />There s a big difference, I tried to meditate on it all day long while cutting the poor unwanted weeds and baby trees and apologizing to every one of them...<br /><br /><br /><br />Dogs make me happy, animals make me happy, plants and trees, Nature makes me happy...<br />Wandering all over the globe,especially in Nature, Freedom makes me happy, the Wind, Nomads ...<br />Good cinema makes me happy, especially Kim Ki Duks' movies<br />Discovering edible plants, the medicinal use of plants,shamanistic entrancement<br />Chya, Chai fullfills me with happiness<br />Teenagers make me happy.Some children can make me happy...I think when the children are unspoilt, a bit wild,(but then what is the definition of wild/spoiled) they re more likely to make me happy.<br />My Singing Bowls<br />Feel love, Give love<br />Painting sometimes<br />Chestnuts in an open woodfire, Singing Dhrupad with Sayeeduddin and entering a state of bliss<br />Roasted Barley and dried apricots bring me happiness<br />Dreams...<br /><br />I enjoy chocolate, it brings me pleasure<br />I enjoy making love, in the real sense of the word<br />I am pleased by meeting new people<br />I can enjoy a hot bath<br />A home brings me joy<br /><br /><br /><br />I think the difference resides in living in oblivion, being able to forget oneself, n therefor being in complete union with the universe n as my sister says, living in the moment. But when do I manage to live in the moment?That is why I am asking myself, what makes me happy what brings me joy. <br /><br />Starry nights, the moon, the clouds, quietness bring happiness, the cold desert, the music,the stormy weather, foxes and yacks, donkeys, snowleopards,snow,autumn... and above all<br />...<br />I must admit that sharing my love for all that I truly love makes me the happiest of all, especially when shared with the one I love...be it on two paws or more or none...<a href="facebook.com"></a>Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-26652387252219474552009-08-30T23:57:00.000-07:002009-08-31T00:12:55.671-07:00Merciless slaughterI really don t understand where some people have their hearts..not connected to the Pachamama, that s for sure.<br />One morning I woke up in my tent last week, with the sound, or better the noise of a chainsaw...This had been going on for a couple of days, and not daring to face what humans were doing I tried to avoid the disaster that was slowly going on...<br /><br />A huge chestnut tree, with its fruit ready to fill our social needs and hungry stomachs again on cold autumn days, which was standing tall and befriended other chestnut trees, was just cut off by machinery, just like that, because people decided to build a brick house, and it was taking too much space. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO WAKE UP????????????<br /><br />I was thrilled to see the flowers and plants slowly recover from too much cutting and mowing, the place took on its natural looks again, and it looked beautiful. <br />Now all that s left is a tree, maybe a few 100 years old, chopped into pieces, its leaves dying, it s fruit rotting, and the place looks like a dump...<br /><br />WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO WAKE UP???????????<br />THINK WITH YOUR HEART INSTEAD OF YOUR HEAD <br /><br />I couldn t help saying I was sorry for the mistakes of men.....really sorryMuwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-15037317851184255912009-08-28T01:06:00.000-07:002009-08-28T01:12:29.405-07:00Soy Gitana...Camaron me llega al alma...hoy dia, y los dias del pasado, siempre imortal<br />Hay gente asi que nunca se mueren, verdad? Y otros que en esta vida terrestre pasan desapercebidos...Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-91378530704360189662009-08-27T05:21:00.000-07:002009-08-27T05:34:48.366-07:00Snow Owl DreamA snow owl visited me in my dream a couple of nights ago<br />I was sitting on a branch of a beautiful high tree, with a snow owl, as white as can be, next to me...All of a sudden a bigger owl, maybe even the Grand Duc,stopped by. He had a rope tightened between his paws for me to sit on, so I did, and then we flew ...Until the owl asked me where I wanted to go, and I replied I had no idea... So we flew for a while, over the valleys and the grass meadows...<br />over the rivers and the endless seas...<br />The he decided to bring me back to the snow owl, to that same place, to sit there for a while between them, until ...Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-15635239498701275362009-08-27T05:19:00.000-07:002009-08-27T05:20:36.952-07:00Nepali heightsIn the mountains of Nepal I found a piece of freedom.Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-54214695613439238642009-08-27T05:10:00.001-07:002009-08-27T05:18:58.863-07:00Life as a snowleopardI want to go and live in the Himalayas, or at least close to them, to be able to breath the air of fresh fallen snow, to explore the depth of my soul, to live like a snowleopard, warming myself with my own tail, and listen to the eternal silence, the songs of the wind and the voices calling the yacks back to their herd...<br />Wouldn t it be nice, to leave behind for a good while, maybe forever, the insessable yearning of achievement, of a mind that has gotten too busy in Western society?<br />Just to find this inner wealth, strength and sensibility that animates every man?<br />S I L E N C E, shhhhhhMuwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-19554286766054923042008-09-09T09:50:00.000-07:002008-09-09T10:51:19.871-07:00Flying shipI 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<br />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.<br />BUTIFUL!<br /><br />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....<br />Lucky I still have my dreams...<br /><br />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?<br />The rest didn't inspire me so much, oh but the watercarrier was georgeous!<br />like George! Hehehe<br />and Jeanine of course....Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-27663008884220593862008-09-07T09:29:00.000-07:002008-09-09T11:09:23.320-07:00Life in BelgiumRain rain rain, and my bath tub is gonna run over, and love is tough, and I dunno...Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-39408989539202378572008-03-20T08:55:00.000-07:002008-03-20T08:59:08.346-07:00LuchoLuis, what a man! He s as sweet as honey can be, that s how he seemed to be to me.<br />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...<br />Luis is the man I ll go to for a healing, my mind is made up.Definitely!Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-82809480576787683542008-03-20T08:53:00.001-07:002008-03-20T08:54:07.760-07:00Never ever fly AIrcometLo mas barrato sale lo mas caro<br />The cheapest ends up being the most expensive!<br />One good advise: Never ever fly Aircomet!Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-20971041190835028052008-03-20T08:43:00.000-07:002008-03-20T08:54:46.841-07:00BelgiumDo not stand at my grave and wheep.<br />I am not here, I do not sleep.<br />I am a thousand winds that blow<br />I am the diamond's gift on snow.<br />I am the sunlight on ripened grain.<br />I am the gentle autumn's rain.<br />When you wake in the morning, 'hush'<br />I am the swift uplifting rush<br />Of quiet birds in circled flight.<br />I am the soft star that shines in the night.<br />Do not stand at my grave and cry.<br />I am here, I did not die<br /><br />Vava Thiers passed away while I was in Peru<br />he loved the rhododendrons and so much more...Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-53309946120637359812008-03-20T08:34:00.000-07:002008-12-10T22:08:07.087-08:00Poncha The square dog (airdale terrier)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpslndtF2JrzC26FSOodEuNZNcDN1jbckS6Xa9UewUO7VtFFZy9f9eZonPmVgnonazyytq8puSzNO3-yvqxZeHfQgVCfCVcfM__dmcFe4wu2zEqi-cdGLG1_WNCjqdGGBXlVKcpnvdskg/s1600-h/Perdy-Pocha.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189744799429610162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpslndtF2JrzC26FSOodEuNZNcDN1jbckS6Xa9UewUO7VtFFZy9f9eZonPmVgnonazyytq8puSzNO3-yvqxZeHfQgVCfCVcfM__dmcFe4wu2zEqi-cdGLG1_WNCjqdGGBXlVKcpnvdskg/s400/Perdy-Pocha.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>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!<br />I would love to spend my working hours in their company, in dogs company...<br />So if anyone out there needs a dogsitter and dogwalker, I am there to be readily available!</div>Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-59582338919121810122008-03-01T09:55:00.000-08:002008-03-01T10:09:57.637-08:00Lima after IquitosIt seems so quiet, the cars make no noise at all<br />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...<br />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...<br />I love the ocean, vast and endless, I don t feel so confined as I do inside a country<br />I feel like there s a possible escape because I can see it<br />and I love the selva too and the mountains, the desert, but I definitely love the air I breathe at the oceanside.<br />In the end it all comes to this<br />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<br />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.<br />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...<br />We might end up in Nepal, or in the jungle.Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-65834038505363086762008-02-25T13:05:00.001-08:002008-02-25T13:18:40.717-08:0025 000 motocarros around your earsIquitos 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<br />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.<br />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..<br />Peruvians love noise, TV, radio, anything works even in the jungle ...<br />I wonder how they cope... But Iquitos seemed quiter than Pucallpa.Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-11825251376016680682008-02-24T12:19:00.000-08:002008-02-24T12:29:05.702-08:00IquitosStuck 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...<br />Anyway<br />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¡<br />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.Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-25852832559097187312008-02-13T15:15:00.000-08:002008-02-14T13:38:33.559-08:00Such a long time ago....Where have I been<br />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...<br /><br />On Marly, Mary she loves Bob Marley hence she likes to b called Marly.....<br />She s something, Fico s sister, Fico is the boyfriend of Annita, Roosjes sister, my schoolfriend...<br />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....<br />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...<br />We slept early and woke up early, like chickens.<br />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...<br />I m surely going to miss her.<br />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.<br />3 months I d need to get cured...and to get closer to the plants.... something for next year?<br />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.<br />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.<br />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.Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-39313390058131251722008-02-03T11:06:00.000-08:002008-02-03T11:20:47.339-08:00Sloths dolphins plants and birds and waterThis is Yarinacocha. Wonderful,but toooons of water.<br />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...<br />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.<br />Birds fly by, dogs and cows alike stand with their paws in the wate, it s the rainy season....<br />Winter here for them, still the heat is hot.<br />Discovering Bellavista in a peke peke, all the houses are in the water<br />A funny sight still the people seem content. They hang out in the water, have fun...<br />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 ...<br />Yep it s raining, what an adventure...Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-82057407086628281902008-02-03T11:05:00.001-08:002008-02-03T11:05:54.253-08:00To my friends in IndiaI would love to hang out there, and be one of the yogis...<br />How is Renee B? Surviving?<br />I m still in noisy jungle, but loving it for now<br />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¡¡¡¡<br />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¡<br />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¡<br />I wish I make it this life time, to get to meet their souls. and communicae with them.<br />Because that s what I feel good with.Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-80783054324685139012008-01-30T14:41:00.000-08:002008-01-30T14:50:11.150-08:00Henry or Men del Norte?Two names of lanchas, ferrys, which go all the way to Iquitos.<br />The port of Pucallpa is something, when you ve never experienced a jungle port b4.<br />It s sooooooooooo romantic, people dragging bananas on their heads, loads of them...<br />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....<br />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...<br />But the port, aaaaaaaaaaaaah so romantic.<br />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.Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-55801005211358569542008-01-30T14:15:00.000-08:002008-01-30T14:41:29.497-08:00On zoosVisited 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...<br />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...<br />From illegal trade, put into pequeños jaulas, little as can be, saved, for the better??????<br />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?<br />Maybe schools should also start on working with more social and conservation programms, instead of filling heads with brainwashed images till they explode.<br />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.<br />I petted a strange looking peruvian dog, bold, almost japanese...but they assured me it was Peruvian.<br />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...<br />Busy leafcutter ants, giant bumblebees nd aggressive mosquitoes followed me around.<br /><br />All that in a lush tropical forest...with rainstorms, fried fish and fried green bananas, my staple food for now.Muwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622658542483930274.post-5764468701611431622008-01-29T08:20:00.000-08:002008-01-29T08:30:48.833-08:00Pucallpa finallyIt is pouring down, the rain...<br />Incredible it seems to follow me around.But as a woman told me<br />A ti no te gusta la lluvia, y quieres vivir- she s right, if we want to live we need rain!!!!<br />So I am starting my last month here in Peru, soon I ll be o n the plane towards Europe again<br />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<br />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<br />I chose a good day, since the heat was bearable, the rain kept us cool<br />I treated myself on a comfortable car journey, and quicker than the bus...at least that was the intention,...<br />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...<br />I kept on being surprised by the huge bees nests, I took for spider monkeys and let my imagination become my reality.<br />The hotels in Pucallpa are noisy and the rooms small, nothing very inspiring to make a painting...which I d hoped for<br />Ah Inch Allah<br />AgainMuwglihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08228361957281355455noreply@blogger.com1