Next one from Sean, now in Peru.“skipping down off the volcano i made it on to my flight to san salvador for my one hour layover before flying down to lima, peru. well, not really, since the flight was late and we missed the next one. a whole angry mob started growling at the airline people, yet this tall, interesting fellow and i seemed the only ones unperturbed. we got to talking and it turns out aleksi is a ukrainian raw foodist who had just come from LA bearing some of my favorite snack goodies and to-go food from RAWvolution, where i used to work.. crazy world. so i munched on raw vegan deep dish pizza and then the airlines put us up in a four star hotel and compensated us for everything. it turns out san salvador is in el salvador, which we got to explore for the afternoon. since they lost my bag for a day, the airlines gave me another $100.. lovely luck.
i finally got to lima and discovered that all the flights and busses to cusco were full for the night, and wanting to get the hell out of the capitol, flew directly to arequipa, or the white city. i spent a night there trying to find a proper discoteque to dance in, to no avail. the next morning i grabbed a bus to puno, on the shores of lake titicaca. i suppose this fulfilled some sort of dream of seeing the lake whose name makes any kindergardener giggle. after a half day here i hopped on a bus to cusco, and wooo… off i went.
following the advice of michal the israeli (if you travel with no plan you just have to trust the lovely folk you meet along the way…) i found my way to san blas plaza, where i immediately ran into a group of barefoot artisanos all dressed in white, making jewelery, juggling, doing their thing. i asked where the recommended vegetarian restaurant might be, and i got offered vegetarian sandwiches and ganja. i opted for both, and then my new friend jur became my guide for the day. he took me around to the market, up the hill to the temple of the moon, all the while chatting in spanish about wonderful esoteric subjects of which i understood about 20%. the universe, mother earth, and mama ganja must have all conspired on this one, since i had the perfect guide for the day, spanish school on the go, and a cool new friend. a few days later i made it to the communal house of the ¨sandwich people¨or the ¨bong people¨ (sung in the tune of ¨the muffin man¨) where the five kids in white live on top of a hill with no running water or electricity, along with a strange and kindly old sadhu who must be from the united states, judging by his accent. here they sit and study the mayan calender, play music, make jewelery, smoke their pipes and do laundry (dressing in all white can get dirty).
been enjoying the synchronistic flow here in cusco, doing lots of yoga and meeting great new people, eating tons of yummy veggie food and hiking a lot around the hills and sacred sites. it has been raining just about every day, and just recently the rains seem to have wreaked havok on the sacred valley, leaving lots of people stuck in macchu picchu. i was planning on heading over to the town of pisaq, but now the bridge has collapsed, making this not likely. portions of towns have flooded or washed away, and i am wondering if i will be able to visit macchu picchu during these travels. whatever the universe has in store i happily oblige, and remember compassion for all who have lost their homes or lives to this massive cleansing ritual of mother earth. meanwhile the mountains stare down ancient and massive, the pulse of this city continues strong, and the giant white jesus stares down from the hill with open arms…
peace, love and gratitude,
sean t”
0 responses so far ↓
There are no comments yet...Kick things off by filling out the form below.