Ya No me acuerdo....
Mariesonsol con muchos sol
El zorlobovrijdag 18 januari 2008
zondag 13 januari 2008
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....
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....
vrijdag 11 januari 2008
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...
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...
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...
donderdag 10 januari 2008
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.......
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.......
maandag 7 januari 2008
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...
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...
woensdag 2 januari 2008
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.....
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.....
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