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Published: March 12th 2008
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I left my nice little hostel in Barranco, Lima after a week. I seriously had a great time there thanks for the owner, peeps working and passing by there and the big winner in this story: Bingo, the brown Labrador. I was heading to
Huaraz where I was going to be picked up by Luis and I could stay over at his house. This was arranged by Alex, half-half working at Kaminu. How you can work half-half, I don't know but he did it. The bus ride was awkward. This because the floor of the bus was directly under my seat, I still don't know if it was actually a disaster or more comfi; I could stretch out my legs, but that was at the same time the only possible position. And this is normally the one position I can certainly not have! Arriving at 6 in the morning I was surprised by Luis: a Peruvian actually taller than I am. Over the next few days I learned he was great company; sharing visions about the world, the good and the bad, history, relationships etc. Sounds deep and that's what it was mostly. Besides this there was a lot of little
drinks in his bar 13 Buhos (owls) and eating his delicious food. He turned out to be a great cook. And I gave him some ideas about his big party he is giving, in an other venue than is own bar, for Semana Santa. He also arranged a trip for me to the Andes with its magnificent lakes. Normally you can greatly hike here with stunning views, but not in this time of the year: rain, clouds and more rain. So I turned out to be -one of those- tourists again: in and out the bus we go. After a visit to a town, a cemetery, we went up to lago Llanganuco. Walking around we came across some cute kiddies asking us for propina, literally a tip. And at first I was charmed by an old man with an old donkey carrying heaps of stuff, untill I heard a little piglet squealing from inside the plastic bag the old guy had swung over his shoulder. My view transformed from charmed to disgusted. So sad. Some say they don't believe that animals can feel pain, because the church says only humans have a soul and thus can feel. Others say that
they just don't care, either way it makes me upset.
The lake is a beautiful greenish coloured lake with snow capped mountains around it, we had luck: we came with sunshine and left with rain. Gave us time to walk around and just be one with the surroundings, impressive serene and see the weird trees all around. They have a reddish bark which 'skins' in a funny way. After this we went to a little town to taste some really sweet, handmade supposingly deliciousness. I couldn't eat it: it had such a sweat chemical taste.
On the way home we visited and arts and crafts shed, where you could buy different pottery but also metal crafts with indigenous faces and signs. When returning I 'fell with my nose in the butter' as we say, because Luis had a Valentine's dinner in his bar and I was invited.
There was another bus ride, after saying goodbye to some really great people. It felt at the beginning more like I committed a crime: they took fingerprints and filmed you when you get in the bus. I still wonder if this is for my safety, If something gets stolen. Or
for quicker identifying people after an accident, because they occur and even more in rainy season. I did see a cool movie on the bus, that's accomplishment, with a striking quote in there ¨The trip you make brings happiness, not the destination¨. You can get in to
Huanchaco by taking a bus for 1 sol or a taxi for 15soles(5USD). It's always a little experience on it's own, cruising through the city, seeing parts you otherwise wont see, people staring and wonder whát you are (that's how it feels like). And then you will get let off sometimes at the wrong spot. So I walked for half an hour telling cab drivers I don't need them because I have legs, they will bring me for free. And because it was early in the morning I enjoyed seeing locals diving, swimming & boating to catch fish and shellfish for me to eat later. I checked in, took nap, met a strange Swiss guy who taught me how to stand on my head. Which apparently for especially guys work in a way to relief you sexual craving if you miss out for a while. I ate fish, I met some nice guys
and we ended up seeing over and over again 2 -the same- dogs standing locked butt to butt for minutes. And the girls dog trying to run away but couldn't because of this other dog being locked.
Class; doggy style apparently is not what we think it is, it's I guess only possible for really flexible people and devoted to Kama Sutra. After a male dog goes on top of a female dog at one point they get locked and twist so they stand butt against butt and cannot get loose! Apparently he has between his penis and scrotum, ´globes´ which swell up. Oh and it can take up to 20 minutes.
Besides all this fun from above I enjoyed some funky waves and some sunshine. I visited of course Chan Chan, I had some more fish and falafel eating and I attempted to stand on my head. Chan Chan is a pre-Inca setting, the biggest adobe ruins in the world. Meaning mostly piles of mud ever where and a part which is restored, those parts showed some nice art carvings in the mud with Peruvian naked dogs walking around.
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