Bored right out of my mind. So bored, in fact, that I´ve degenerated to taking photos of my foot in the hotelroom. Natalia´s left since a few days back and I´ve been working but I don´t dare go out alone at night and the only people I´ve spoken to for days have been the salespersons. I´ve finished several books and I think I have been able to make up for the last couple of weeks silence. There´s a fierce storm going on outside and it´s freezing... as usual. But during the day the sun is scortching hot. From outside you can hear (gun?)shots - but no one reacts cause it´s not too uncommon. And for once there isn´t any demonstration going on in the streets. From the three sterios you can hear the three most popular tracks. Once you´ve heard them 1000 times you start liking them. .
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Yesterday a 15 year-old girl approached me and begged me to bring her home with me. "As my pet?" I asked somewhat sarcasticly. Yeah! She replied enthoustiasticly. "I´m sorry, my friend, you can´t imagine how many people have asked me the same thing." "But bring MEEE!" She said. It made me really sad to imagine the kind of dangerous situations girls like her can get into. Once in a while you see couples that suspiciously look "arranged", but there are also a large quantity of men (and women from what I´ve seen) who take advantage of it and promise a future together (=visa) but only taking the person for a ride. Some guidebooks even announce "good places to meet pretty peruvian girls".
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What follows is a pót-pourri of ´photos from my trip.
Bye Natalia! See you in Buenes Aires for your birthday!!!
This is not show that I´m eating penguin,,, it´s to show that penguins, like apes, are cruely held hostage at restaurants... the gigantic plate of soup is just to show what they serve as starters here... then there´s the main course, a drink, and sometimes a desert. The whole ordeal sometimes costs $0.5!!! Sending a postcard costs $2, so you might understand why not all postcard make it to their destinations... but I have spent a fortune sending the cards, so I hope at least SOME of you get them.
I miss my cat! Mischa has kept me company instad. But hey, Elin can´t take care of Sataña.. could any one else take her this fall?????? I pay for her food and a little extra for the trouble (even though Sataña is no trouble at all).
A regular roof top... reminds you of my roof, hey?!
The workers once again. I just really like these photos.
My friend in Arequipa is starting a Trout-farm here. Isn´t it precious?!
All the famous pictures of Machu Picchu are actually taken from here. But you can only climb here during a few hours a day. After that the wind gets too strong and it´s a real hazard being up here.
The climbers once again.
We passed quite a few coca plants. Here they are left to dry for 3 days to later be chewn or drank as thé.
The Inka´s knew there was something special with the coca leaves. This is the coca leave ceremony: apu Salkantay apu Waiyna Picchu apu Machu Picchu
Except for climbing, we had to crawl down and through some caves. High mountains is one thing... but small, dark, uneven spaces.... ugh! Scarry!
The chinese walls actually reached Cuzco
Inka hyrographs.
Taking photos of ruins and landscapes is sort of a pitty, cause you almost never capture the essence. So for your information: this was a very impressive site.
Well, the sun had risen when we decided to give up... Hey, I´ve only had a few nights of party on this trip... besides I´m turning 30 soon and I am very proud of myself for doing an all-nighter. And it´s to make up for the fact that there are no photos of me singing Caraokee... in spanish... then I freaked out and started singing I´m Barbie girl and all that... brings me back to the University days in Uppsala.
See what?!
A house I just loved, and the enterance to Cuzco
Bye Natalia! See you in Buenes Aires for your birthday!!!
This is not show that I´m eating penguin,,, it´s to show that penguins, like apes, are cruely held hostage at restaurants... the gigantic plate of soup is just to show what they serve as starters here... then there´s the main course, a drink, and sometimes a desert. The whole ordeal sometimes costs $0.5!!! Sending a postcard costs $2, so you might understand why not all postcard make it to their destinations... but I have spent a fortune sending the cards, so I hope at least SOME of you get them.
I miss my cat! Mischa has kept me company instad. But hey, Elin can´t take care of Sataña.. could any one else take her this fall?????? I pay for her food and a little extra for the trouble (even though Sataña is no trouble at all).
A regular roof top... reminds you of my roof, hey?!
The workers once again. I just really like these photos.
My friend in Arequipa is starting a Trout-farm here. Isn´t it precious?!
All the famous pictures of Machu Picchu are actually taken from here. But you can only climb here during a few hours a day. After that the wind gets too strong and it´s a real hazard being up here.
The climbers once again.
We passed quite a few coca plants. Here they are left to dry for 3 days to later be chewn or drank as thé.
The Inka´s knew there was something special with the coca leaves. This is the coca leave ceremony: apu Salkantay apu Waiyna Picchu apu Machu Picchu
Except for climbing, we had to crawl down and through some caves. High mountains is one thing... but small, dark, uneven spaces.... ugh! Scarry!
The chinese walls actually reached Cuzco
Inka hyrographs.
Taking photos of ruins and landscapes is sort of a pitty, cause you almost never capture the essence. So for your information: this was a very impressive site.
Well, the sun had risen when we decided to give up... Hey, I´ve only had a few nights of party on this trip... besides I´m turning 30 soon and I am very proud of myself for doing an all-nighter. And it´s to make up for the fact that there are no photos of me singing Caraokee... in spanish... then I freaked out and started singing I´m Barbie girl and all that... brings me back to the University days in Uppsala.
See what?!
A house I just loved, and the enterance to Cuzco
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