Across the heart of the frozen highlands.
Across the heart of the frozen highlands.
The shadow of a tree at midday over a roof of Ichu.
Previously in Melissa in the middle
The secret bounty hunter has traveled around the globe in search of dangerous fugitives with her faithful motorbike, a silver cross and her travel blog as a façade to hide the real reason of her travels. Hired to hunt the most dangerous South American guy she is prepared to return home believing him death, until she discovers in the DNA of an eyelash that her enemy is not only alive but he’s actually her blogger friend Qhapaq, launching his ultimate plot in his secret headquarters in the core of volcano Misti 4000 meters (13 123 ft.) above the sea. Is the former spy going to catch to Qhapaq? Is friendship going to be more important than the millionaire reward?
Previously in Qhapaq
Francis is the Machiavellian genius behind counterfeit companies as Poma, Zony, Mitsusushi, Coca Loka, et al. Losing the memory after an explosion he started again as a blogger in Qhapaq, unknowing his past until now when the smell of the gunpowder in the morning triggered his memories! Inspired by the movie Superman I he is going to sink the Peruvian coast into the sea after buying cheap lands that will be the new coast giving him a lot of happy cash :P In the core of the volcano a cold heart waits without knowing that a lady is crossing the desert to bring him to the justice. Will he succeed?
(All this happened three months ago)
My blogger friend Melissa visited Arequipa and I was happy to met her. We tried to don’t turn the visit into a typical touristic trip, you know: “let’s take a scheduled car and from there let’s take the same photograph as showed in the postcard,” instead we walked places we both didn’t know. She chose Salinas y Aguada Blanca National Park, so we took a cheap bus with the intention to walk. I’m so sorry to say that although an enjoyable trip I didn’t search well and I exposed her to intense cold in a high altitude :-( One always wins from the experience but I’d like to don’t have exposed her to such a harsh environment.
Pampa Cañahuas is near Arequipa city at 4000 meters above the sea (more than 13 000 ft), more or less the altitude of the city I was born so my physiology is adapted to it, instead I suffer to walk in the coast. Melissa do it quite well, she just would need more clothes I think. In the beginning we walked under the shadows of lonely clouds and blue skies.
The mountain in the photograph above is called Chachani, it is a volcano and the name in Aymara language means “gallant”.
We saw vicuñas. They are wild camelids; our ancestors domesticated alpacas and llamas but vicuñas have to remain wild in order to get their fine wool (one of the finest along our chinchilla, also a wild animal) It’s in the symbol of our national coat of arms and in the beginning of XX century it was forbidden to take without authorization to foreign countries.
In the highlands under the shadows it’s cold, so it was a welcome change when we walked under the sun. I proposed to walk until a hill, and we walked but it was so far away! even worse it ended being two tall hills.
There are flocks of alpacas with eternal shepherds in the distance. Alpacas are domesticated and are the equivalent of sheeps.
The alpacas were so far away! if you couldn’t see it then above is the closest I could get with my zoom. Walking to there wasn’t an option as the shepherd dogs and the long distance were a barrier.
Do you see the hill in the photograph bellow? well, it took us almost three hours to get to the top :/
We reached the top near five o’clock. Near the equator days don’t last so much so night was just one hour ahead. In the worry I’m afraid to haven’t paid to the Earth, I paid it days after in my house but I felt guilty. It’s simply to give her the first try of pure water or liquor in a way to say “thanks.” We saw the volcanos and returned using a little road to avoid accidents walking blind. As her safety was priority (being myself responsible for the wrong decisions) we walked to the highway and I didn’t take more photographs.
The photograph above to me was quite evocative, I thought in the happy ending of Blade Runner, the one used with fragments of other movies and the voice on off of Deckard.
And that was all. We saw a view few people see. I know it because there weren’t neither garbage nor drawings in the rocks as usually our national vandals/tourists love to drop. Annnnd this is the view ;-)
(The funny thing is we hoped to see a lake XD)
Chomp, Chomp! let’s hope this one is made of sugar :v!!
… or the lovely landscape?
If you can’t have flowers then rocks could be fine as well…
Pareidolia vision: I can see the face of an old man seeing the hole in the clouds… he’s in the middle. I can understand why our ancestors had the myths of warriors and lovers that would be again part of our parents, the sacred hills called apus, because in our genesis we humans weren’t created by a god but we were produced or generated from special rocks, mountains or lakes… and we can come back.
There was a episode in my life that caused me so much sadness, so much than anything before, when it finished I simply couldn’t feel anything, neither couldn’t find reason, among many things, in watching tv, to hear music, reading literature or anything that could give me before pleasure, a bit after I started this blog, as a way to drop photographs to the wind to say good bye to the past. So just to don’t age my mind I started to study science, history, biology, physical sciences. I didn’t read more ancient philosophy because to me it’s closer to literature with its beautiful ideas. The case is that months ago when I knew to my absent lady she suggest me to read Dan Brown’s Inferno. Today seemed a good day to read again so I purchased an original edition (I dislike to buy pirate versions) in English, I know my English to write is pretty basic but I haven’t problems to read long books, my favorite to read English words is Poe. Also I bought Borges’ Book of the Dreams in Spanish, it’s a selection about dreams found in literature and chronicles since the origins of civilization to the age of Borges. He was a very fine reader so I know it’s going to be a great reading. About Dan Brown I know it’s going to be entertained, nevertheless I hope this time the main character can be faster than me to guess the clues.
I don’t feel this as a return to reading, more like a return to melancholy. We’ll see.
This is one of my favorite weathers in my land, in the highlands. People from the coast feel it like an intimidating weather but to me the experience is quite different. There is no sun so I can run and explore and I feel so powerful as the landscape itself; like if would be a giant of thousands of meters made of energy creating the world with my steps.
Except when there is an electric storm; outside the city borders the death is not by cold or heat but by electricity.
I’m back from my little trip :P I went to Tacna city and slept there one night. I went also with the intention to travel to Chile but things took another turn.
In Tacna I went to a special fair of clothes called “Miami” and well, going to shopping and spending some money give me some peace. This because I’m quite austere, so to balance my behavior I intentionally do some banal things.
I bought an Armani leather jacket and some light sweaters and shirts. This time I choose designs with 90’s youth style, I noticed that my current style had so much muted designs… In part I choose it to be more presentable to my absent lady, also I bought for her a doll of an anime character she likes, and to myself a Homer Simpson doll. After that I went to the downtown and took some photographs to my readers ;-) We are in autumn so the climate was soft and warm.
I went to a hotel and I tried my luck and called to the lady I wrote before here and to my surprise she was there and we met a while. She was gorgeous as always and she gave me a much needed hug. We talked a bit but I noticed I was so disconnected. I guessed the reason and tried an experiment: I imagined she wasn’t her but my Ecuadorian lady and suddenly I was more animated, but then I noticed I was being a jerk for doesn’t paying her the attention she deserves; I excused me and said her that, and it was also truth, I was tired. She hugged me and as a lady didn’t ask me the reason, just asked me to call her and that I should insist to her cell phone if I’m there again. I nodded but my mind was definitively in other side.
I walked a bit and the world seemed full of Jessicas in the walls and adds. I ate a bit and went to my hotel. I’ve working for already several months and decided to just relax, I had asked a matrimonial room to have a bigger bed and took another bath, I tried the clothes and took some selfies for my corpse bride, a bit of slow pedicure and manicure, see TV movies in the cable (I never see TV) and watched “The Wolfman” with Benicio del Toro (save the asylum scene the plot was pretty dull and I didn’t like it) after that the last of America Pie series, and lastly I drew the schemes for an animated video I’m doing for a song I composed in my tablet, and the schemes for the fantastic/sci-fi story I wrote to a comic I hope to end the next week.
I wanted to go to Chile but in the morning I felt so tired and my mind is so in the clouds that I decided that the journey had been a lost time: being there without being there. I slept much more and arranged my stuff. Walked a bit the city and took a bus to come back. And here I am.
By the way the photograph is in the highlands from a bus in the highway in another trip. I still have to process the photographs of this journey.
Clouds when are in group seem to have a human intentionality in their movements, a kind of quiet goal. Of course it’s just several forces mathematically calculable that move them from one point to another. Perhaps its origin is in the flapping of a butterfly…
Tomorrow I’m heading to the South, perhaps I could go to the Chilean north a while. I’ll schedule a post just in case ;-)