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Huaraz was a really happy episode in my travels. I spent these days together with Hannah, a lovely 18 year-old from Vienna that turned out to become a very dear friend. We could not have formed a more brilliant travel duo. We literally walked our asses off hiking to the famous and breathtakingly beautiful Laguna 69 and Churup, had chifa (chifa chifa!) food every night and meanwhile talked about the important things in life and poetry. While wandering through town one sunny afternoon, I walked into a protesting crowd (photo with protesting women). Capturing this protest felt significant, as any change for emancipation of the indigenous lies in education.
This is one of my ‘lucky accidents‘. I think it was trees reflected in the water that I was trying to capture, but it somehow ended up looking more like an ultrasound. Also, you can discover a face if you look carefully. I see Pachamama in everything these days.
I was one of the earlybirds at Pisac’s Sunday market. After a stroll along the usual artesania, I sat down in a café (called Pachamama!) having my daily dose of coca and trying to overcome a tummy-ache that had been bothering me for almost a month, meanwhile pondering about the two options: taking a cab up to the Incan ruins, or climb a horrifying steep path up for three hours. I decided that I wasn’t pussy, nooo. So I climbed up the freaking mountain and realised during the heavy panting and puffing that it was a 100% worth it. The ruins of Pisac are some of the most impressive in the country. During the climb upwards, you pass five well-restored archeological sights with each a different character. There are a residential area, a temple, a hospital and an army-base, for example. And in between all of that, loads and loads of green terraces that once fulfilled agricultural purposes. May you find yourself here one day, I´d advise you to find a guide upon location in order to fully comprehend what kind of place this used to be. I turned down the offer, however, and had an incredible experience without a guide. Well, I met one and accidentily got into a deep conversation about history, the Inca’s and spirituality. We ended up sitting down in one of the ruins together, having a spontaneous meditative session while I was holding stones and he played the fluit. What had started off as a challenging day, ended up being magical.
I currently find myself being in the wondrous city of Cusco. There´s so many things to do around here, that I´ve already been around for more than two weeks. And I haven’t even been to Machu Picchu (more on that later). The photo above shows the main square and only one of Cusco´s many churches. It´s been mostly sunny in the mornings and then heavy rainfalls keep on surprising me in the afternoons. Temperatures drop dramatically, and those wearing their sunny wear find themselves shivering from cold within only a couple of minutes. Rainbows are therefore frequent, but they don’t get less impressive everytime you see them. ‘Arco iris’, they are called in Spanish. I find that a beautiful word.
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