 Its
9.09 a.m. when I come from MachuPicchu to Pisac. I m
on the market place in front of the temple door. There
I should meet Lorenzo and Steve who will never come.
They are in Trujillo, seek. Instead of them I meet this
little kid, Oscar, clothed with typical peruvian colored
poncho and a hut. I speak with him, but he is very very
shy.
A half hour is left and none of my friends are coming,
I go to buy something to eat, I up since 4.30, cause
at 5.00 I had to buy some tiket for the train in Agua
Caliente. But in this morning the office opened 20 minutes
before the train left and a chaos resulted because everybody
of the line wanted the 12 dollars tiket (Local pay much
more less) to go back to Cusco. If you get later you
pay 35 $ (More than the double). Have to say that the
owner of the train compagny is English. Well, I found
a supermarket buy some stuff to eat and go back to the
temple door. Oscar is still there alone waiting for
something. I share my breakfast with him, waiting on
the stairs.: The time go and a friend of Oscar is coming.
He has the same kind of clothes. I share an other part
of my breakfast. Then an older man, same kind of clothes
than Oscar is coming. I give him a handshake and he
stay on the stairs where I m sitting. I put my Sketchbook
and beginn to draw. But each time my that my pen touch
the paper, an other Oscar clothed man or kid come. Suddently
I was invaded by this guys. I couldn t understand that
? All this people where looking my sketchbook. I couldn
t understand the old people who where speaking Quetchua
an idian language.  But
they laught as they where discovering that the lines
of my pen where reproducing one of their friend, make
me so happy . They accepted me. Suddendly a sound !
BOUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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. This people where using their seashell to produce
a sound. They where calling somebody. I was in the front
of the temple ! Of course they camed here because of
a ceremonie (SUNDAY). Well I was waiting my friends
at the place where a ceremonie will take place. I stand
up and in front of me a lot of tourist where looking
at this guy. They where hided all the time buy my new
friends. I left the place and go into the market.
Everywhere people where seeling they fruit, legumes,
clothes, gifts. I spoke with them seat down, sometimes
I needed a translater, a passant, because of the quetchua
language. I learned about how they made poterie. I learned
about they artisanal knowledge. I had a lot of fun with
these friendly people.
  I
seat down close to this old woman...she was great...she
was a personnage. Very old, she changes mood as fast
as she changes faces. One time she smile to me with
the few tees she had, one other time she tend me her
hand to get money, go back to work and make a very hungry
face because I didn t fielled her hand with platas.
Then she wanted to see my drawing and then she laught
again. She is working 3 hours a day during 3 month before
she finishe her artisanat work. As she was younger she
just need 8 full days (with sleeping of course) to achieve
the same work. What is impressive is the motif who just
appear magicaly with the mouvement of the finger. Incredible.
Its as magic as my computer !
The time was leaving, I looked after my friend that
I could t find a decided to go to the ruins. I saw a
Taxi with to tourist, I put my head in it and ask if
I can joined their to the ruin and so share the price
of the Taxi. It was easy to guess that they where going
to the ruins. In Pisac the tourist go to the market
or to the ruins.
This two people where parented. The girl was english,
she was the daughter of this German guy. A very interesting
person, who was traveling arround southamerica since
more than 20 years. Each time he stay in a place where
he live for years. He s spanish of course was excelent
and he refleted a joy of live. I realy liked this guy.
At this time he was living in Coroico
and that the destinc he had an accident just few days
ago. A bus crashed down a hill with 55 people. He show
me the journal: 2 German survived a bus crash. But it
was not on the death road in Coroico Bolivia where he
crashed no it was in Perou. He told me that was his
third live and enjoyed the life more than ever. As we
arrived on the rhuin I could see he could walk very
good. But he didn t care, he wanted to have a nice day
with his daughter and even he was suffering he continue
to walk and appreciate the landscape with us.
20 years ago he was here in the rhuins with a tent.
They was no tourist, no guards, no buses. I will loved
to came at this time, but enjoyed the place at this
time. The rhuins where well conserved and the irrigation
system continue to work as they did 5oo years ago.
I spend some time with them and then splitt to continue
my way down back to the city. A way filled by nature
and on the abrupt mountain the blasphemed tombs of the
inca, pilled by the gangster who sell they found to
museum or privat collectioner.
Back in Pisac I took the bus filled by habitants. We
crossed the Sacred Valley to go to Cusco. Down the hill
Pisac seems very little.
On the evening I met Steve and Lorenzo, we went to eat
our last dinner together. Tomorow they will leave to
make the Inca trail. I will go to the Inca Museum and
then fly to Trujillo via Lima.
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