It's more than 2 months into this trip so i'm ganna try to catch you up with the story here. I'm typeing this from Huancayo. It's a town in the sierra in the middle of Peru. I've been here for the past few days. I stay in a tiny room with 2 other great friends. There's really no water in the hostal and i sleep on the floor, but i draw and study spanish and make jewelery and spin fire and practice juggleing and make other art everyday. We trade earings for food and other things we need. I'm ganna have to leave them soon and cruize for the boarder as fast as i can, and by myself, because my visa is running out. I'm liveing my dream and i hope everyone else is to. ok, to start the story. I guess i'll type a few things from my journal (which has drawings and is alot cooler than this stupid bloggy bloggerson crap).
Waking up on a dessert hillside, a bit lost, with very little water, no money, and sick is the low point of this trip. And walking out of a town the size of Airequipa with all my gear is no small task. How does one get into a situation like this? you may ask yourself. And I'm realy not sure even when it's happening. The answer to that is probly somewhere in the question of "How long does it take to have bank problems and unusualy strange craps after just entering SouthAmerica?" ...for me, 3 days.
But it was nice. and adventure ya know. Hiking out of Airequipa, i was given a couple of funny looks, but it was a place where many a yankie had trod before (yankie as in the sandle not the northerners). Unlike my hike frim the Miami bus station to the airport. I was wondering why no one else hiked from the bus station to the airport. Taxis are overpriced and make smoke and in the first couple of blocks i already found some wire (good for making poi wicks) and a roll of electric tape (good for making many things like juggleing clubs and devil sticks and other stuff. not to mention you can tape with it). I climbed from a highway to the overpass bridge that had the road into the airport. On this road there were no sidewalks the whole way. Ok, maybe this is why the people don't walk it. it's not realy encouraged. As the cars wizzed past i was reminded of how in "Ferighenhight 451" the father from the family of real people was arrested several times for being a pedestrian.
After the long and strenious hike out of Airequipa (passing through many nice and scary neighborhoods) my reward was a beautiful sunset and view of the 4 volcanos that surround the city. At night the city lights are shimmering nicely and the whole town has the sound of barking. Sounds as if its inhabited souly by dogs. ..Looking at cities at night back home, i often think of the beautiful silence there will be when the system falls. But if the revolution happened tommorrow, Airequipa wouldn't sound any different. It would bark all night.
I found my way back to town the next day, not sure what i was going to do, and at this point not even sure what the hell i was doing here. ..but by nightfall i was drinking wine, eating, and staying at a friends house. It's been over a week now and i still don't have any money, and i don't care. I spend my days practiceing spanish, juggling , poi, staff, raul, andjewelry making. Yesterday i went to the country and cut a stump to make my drum. We also cut for 3 digeridoos and 4 other drums. I almost have enough jewelery to start selling. In one week me and my group will have enough money to go to Cuzco (the capital of the Incas and the oldest constantly inhabited city in the americas) from ther to the rainforest. I'm happy. You truely get what you give and as Ishmael suggests, i'm living by the hand of god.
Well, maybe not exactly as Ishmael suggests, but there will be more experiments with that later. And I'll try to type more when i get a chance. That's all ya get for now. love you and
amor=libertad
