Archive for category: Gente
Scuba diving with Kathy, where we meet, among others, Cynthia [cl]. Then, again to the beach, and musical deliria in some rapa nui’s home. Sunset with stoners, and back to the hostel… to enjoy a classic: scopetta, in a non-homosexual way. Nevertheless, we played with the spanish rules (more interesting), so it would be more accurate to say ‘escoba‘.
To the museum, and then Ahu Tahai. We end up in a small and seductive beach. As seductive as Kathy [cl], whom we meet there. And we talk, talk, talk until the sunset.
Night brings some nonsense. Taxi-loving Giulio and his failure… Bruce Douglas (worst/finest scotch whisky ever) appearing, appealing. Cat-bowling, sounds more cruel than it is (actually it was just an experiment on animal behaviour), but karma will make us pay (I would have been happy to be the cat, though).
I have now a splendid fourth cousin! Congratulations to the parents!
A random encounter with Tino (from Potosí), leads me to Jenni [fr], Sandrine [fr] and Marco [ar]. The french girls, with a guitar and an accordion, and a well-tempered (though not astonishing) voices, made an interesting show in the park. After dinner, my chances got evaporated by a stomach discomfort.
Sunday: The Carnival’s Rehearsal. Next week here is going to be crazy, because even the rehearsal was massive. Anyway I’m not staying. A whole-day parade, with lots of petty attacks: water ballons, foam and water guns. At first, it was cool… but after a while it’s easy to get sick of these childs. Fortunately, they take it easy with a frowning foreigner.
After three days of travelling through Bolivia, Linda, Joost, Esther, Matt, Valerie and me, reached Uyuni. 3 days filled up with UNO, a painful hit on the head, (cigarette) butts, beautiful sceneries, conversations throughout wine, bumps and shaking, altitude (max around 4800m), coca leaves, shared music, and ultimately, frustration. Tiredness overtook us, as some feelings did, specially in my case…
Somewhat, I felt the deepest of all hearts, all over again. Of course it is not the same, but it ended 3-1. Now, more intense, more than a hundred hours shared. As bonds grew, so did a relationship too feared (or -ironically, falsely- uninteresting) to begin with. Too many games of advance and retreat… I did everything I could -and more-, though now I would change some things I did. Not a lost chance for me. Lost some self-appreciation, won some kindness. Grew bitter. Fortunately I know wounds tend to cure quicker now.