I was taking a picture of the Pacific Ocean and suddenly a little dog got close to me barking and running. I saw upwards and there was this gentleman with dogs, every one of them dressed. At first I thought perhaps he was hired to watch them but the trust of the dogs on him makes me think that he’s the owner. I climbed the stairs and took a picture, they all seemed abstracted into the twilight landscape.
The photo was taken weeks ago when we were in winter and you, if you live in the Northern hemisphere, in summer. Coming from a place where always is cold to me the coast is quite hot even in winter so always I was surprised to see the people with jackets and even the dogs with clothes!
I find funny that in movies usually ghosts have super strength, if that would be real then being a ghost would be a better deal than the life as a human D:
Yesterday I wrote about the stars in my city. Juliaca is at 3824 meters above sea level (12,549 ft.) and usually the sky is almost transparent. It’s so high than some tourists can suffer the thinner atmosphere with less oxygen. We evolved to this having bigger lungs and a higher account of red blood cells, so our cheeks are usually red. We know this thanks to the studies the famous dr. Huxley made in XIX century and that were commented by his friend, Darwin (I read it in his book The Descent of Man, and Selection in Relation to Sex) When I am in the sea there are no stars so I like to live around the sea, to have an infinite to see.
And this is the sea I like to see in the coast, I remember to have seen just a few stars a very few times.
Our society in the highlands, despite the high altitude, always had a tradition of sailors until today. So for example in the market they ask you to add some ingredients of the highland because we eat a bit different from the men of the coast. But that’s story for another post.
Time to wear a light jacket.
At least! Tomorrow I’m on my way to Ilo city, the place in the photo is in the heart of the city, Can you believe that a city has a sea in his center? So I’m traveling after an attack coordinated of virus to my system (a flu) and to my laptop (informatic) for work… meh!
I hope not more than two days. As usual I’ll schedule posts in advance ;-)
“Good morning, and in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!” ;-)
A silver line among warden hills at the borders of Juliaca city. Soon the sky will be a spectacle of millions of stars and it, this line, a mirror of them.
In quechua language Succa Aya means “Field of Sepultures”
The pre-Inca cemeteries are memories from the past, today it’s a district of Arequipa city and the name changed to Socabaya. Today I want to show you some views of these place ;-)
A road in middle of the fields
I had a customer there, so I needed to go several times to see his property. There is no many people walking the road, usually just the road… I walked several times those distances filled of farms, giant towers of high voltage and plenty of solitude, with that slow time until I decided to take the public transportation to my lair in that city. This is what I used to saw:
The white ashlar in Arequipa has volcanic origin, it is used from to delimit the farms to built palaces and banks, actually to cover them, in a seismic place is not good idea to have massive buildings.
And some horses…
Before the night…
Socabaya or Succa Aya is relatively far from the center of the city, so to go there I needed at least one hour and half of travel for the price of, in equivalence, thirty cents of US dollars. So it was not infrequent to end in middle of the sunset, always hidden behind the hills. But it’s a quite calm place to walk, and there is no more the heat of the day…
Beyond the farms…
The district is bigger than the farms, there are places with houses of low and middle social-economic levels mixed with industries, so it’s not so peaceful as the farms habited by traditional families. They come usually from smaller cities and near is the penitentiary so it’s not so safe. In the public transport I’ve seen relatives of the inmates, sometimes they are dangerous too.
So the landscape is a bit desolated, with stray dogs silently walking and warden dogs barking the strangers (what includes me); dust and a desert without vegetation being replaced constantly by a desert of bricks. But the sunset also comes to give a bit of color to this part of the city:
The day ends and the nocturnal life starts… But usually I was already in home given my report to my customer, but I got a pair of shots ;-)