Eppure fino a qualche anno fa, un mare cosi tempestoso e la spiaggia deserta, mi avrebbero portato tanta malinconia. Ma questa è la prova che tutto cambia. Noi, la natura, gli eventi, siamo in continuo mutamento. La consapevolezza di questo, conduce verso la felicità. E per me, oggi, questo è un panorama stupendo 😍
Magari fra qualche giorno si torna di nuovo a fare il bagno 😁🤣😎
Ogni nome è un uomo
ed ogni uomo e' solo quello che
scoprirà inseguendo le distanze dentro sè.
quali direzioni e quali no?
prima di restare in equilibrio per un po'.
Sogno un viaggio morbido,
dentro al mio spirito
e vado via, vado via,
mi vida cosi' sia!
Sopra a un'onda stanca che mi tira su
mentre muovo verso Sud
Sopra a un'onda che mi tira su
Voy bajando hacia el sur. Loooong way home... - Negrita
We decided last minute to go to the famous rainbow mountains, we get to the bus station and luck decides to kiss us and love us by giving us the last three seats on the last bus to Pitumarca; we spend the night there in a little room. The next morning (far too early to be called morning in my opinion) we get up and search for transport to reach these beautiful colored mountains. We meet Elias, a Peruvian guy, who agrees to take us up there. He starts talking of a different place: 12 color mountains. 12 colors?
My mind is battled on whether it’s a good idea or not. We choose to give it a go. We drive for a few hours going up and up and further up. We reach the place, park the car and Elias starts walking on uncontaminated raw ground. No path, nothing. I feel the altitude, I feel like i’m going to pass out, I keep going pushed by my guarding Angels @cate.ciops and @ale.grisoni . We slowly approach the crests of the cordillera and with the wind pushing me to take these endless steps my heart blows up and my eyes fill up with tears. Endless mountains with so many different shades. Just us and the Andes... how beautiful that we managed to see such wonder before human tourism will transform it into a mere attraction and business. I suddenly feel recharged, powerful, I don’t won’t to leave this spot... it’s too precious. The clouds catch on us and the rain turns into a threat; we walk back down. I fall asleep on the way home and my dreams are painted with the beauty just experienced. #rotolandoversosud#librelindayloca#mochileras#montañas12colores#peru#travel#hitchhiking#autostop#slowtravel
I like big butts and I can not lie.... and again our big butt saves the day:last seats for the last bus to reach Pitumarca!
We spend the night there and at 5am we go in search for transport to reach las montañas de 7 colores. Elias, a young Peruvian guy, says he will take us up. Whilst driving he starts talking to us about las montañas de 12 colores (sounded massive... 12 colors; even more magnificent!). We agree to go there instead, we reach the place and nadie... no habia nadie! It was just us and the Andes, sound of silence and over 5000 meters of altitude making us feel like goddess.
There was no path, nothing. We follow Elias up to the crests of the mountains and with eyes full of tears (and me-Ali- almost fainting) we see all the cordillera and these magical colors that dictate the landscape and turn in into a painting. We walk along astonished and amazed that it’s only us. We touch the ground, feel the air, feel incredibly blessed for our big butts. I’m sure the 7 color mountains are as amazing but unfortunately tourism ruins nature, it grabs all of it. We are blessed to have been able to reach, in 2018, a sight where no tourist have yet taken over the land.
We got back to the town and tried hitchhiking- a car stopped but asked us for 5 pesos in the end... not the best hitchhike I guess!
La cosa bella è che non c'è cosa migliore nella vita di trovare un compagno per sempre e superare insieme tutte le avversità e un giorno vi guarderete indietro e direte :ci siamo riusciti, i veri eroi siamo noi.!!!!! 💗 #love#happy#gite#rotolandoversosud#ciupiti#santarita
Slow travel.... rolling south. Literally rolling, a bit because of our full bellies and a bit because of all these hikes. Our last adventure was the trip to Machu Picchu, rather eventful; nothing can really ever go straight as planned, but that’s the best part.
Not only was Machu Picchu indescribably beautiful- it was and we can understand why it’s considered one of the seven wonders; the adventure getting there and back to Cuzco was bloody crazy! (Story told in previous post)
We wake up the next “morning” at 3am and start our climb up to Machu Picchu, one of the few Inca places that never got reached and destroyed by the Spanish conquistadores. It’s insane, it looks like a suspended city, made mystical by the lower clouds surrounding the mountains and the sun light that slowly made it’s way through the sky illuminating everything.
After the first few hours while we were trying to regain our breath and strength (whilst drying off our sweat) we start exploring the area around the ruins. We reach this bridge that was built in case of attack so that the Inca could run away - the bridge was a meter wide and on a 2000meter drop. Crazy fuckers!!! 🙀
Knackered we roll back down the Inca trail and slowly make our way back to Hydroelectrica.... the two hour walk was aside the rail track. Like a vision, we hear the train coming towards us, we jump on the train and hold on for a 20 minute ride saving time and energy 💪🏿 we passed loads of workers who were waving and smiling. We get off and same problem: the protest has not ended, there are no busses allowed to get there.
We get in a car with people in the boot and all over, drive through roads alongside cliffs and manage to get to Huyro. Walk through the protest, get to the over side. We look for a bus or someone who is going to Cuzco so that we can get a lift too, nobody. A police car, we stop them and explain the situation. We get in the police car with Caterina in the boot and get escorted to a point where we get recollected by a bus that is going back to Cuzco.
It was a mixture of feelings all over: frustration, tiredness, restlessness, freedom, amusement, excitement, anger...