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...