Everything has an end ...
... also the most beautiful Südperureise! The fact was blamed for the blackout here in the blog content. Actually, I still wanted to sum up the trip before the holidays, but since brim over again the events that I did not come about and why the long silence. Before the next (hopefully timely) entry travel writing let pass in review, I would like to report briefly on Christmas. Its age, but in Germany, probably remains the white winter and again, the garlands are still in the windows and the Christmas trees to continue the Needles in the stomach. A small Christmas Flashback seems quite possible.
Because of the temperatures and the unfamiliar environment was not set right with me the Christmas spirit. It simply lacked the scent of gingerbread, mulled wine, but also the cold, which make up for me this time. No different than in Germany, went off at the mall Christmas El fifth course in early November, even German Christmas classics were gedudelt up and down, creepy. The official Christmas fuss created by the city was, of course, how it should be different from Yanacocha sponsored. Events, jewelry and nursery were all under the logo of the mine. Beautiful contemplative hypocrisy. Valentin and I were invited by the mayor as the official Christmas Mass and attended it. Much love, solidarity and peace was proclaimed, and then put the first lady of the city the Christ child in his crib cradle on the Plaza. The interesting thing about the show I found that even regional tradition was involved and the Ukuku , a masked Santo (Saint), with a disguised as peasants Rascals children properly made in the Bambule Iglesia San Francisco .
hits home for Christmas in Blanco Corte touch the floor to actually reflective. Because on Christmas eve two years ago, the grandmother of the family died, the afternoon was devoted to the meaning of remembrance. At noon we were in a small church where a family funeral mass was held, and then we went to visit the cemetery of the city. Cemetery culture, I always find it quite interesting and I was amazed about the beautiful houses that are built in Cajamarca for the deceased. Either there are large single-family tombs or even greater peace 6etagige white blocks of about 80m long and 12m high, will be assigned in which every (r) a deceased coffin wide niche which can be decorated individually. Then, the funeral entourage moved to a team of 30 experts vegetarian restaurant to dine together.
the evening, each family member prepares traditionally a little something for the dinner table. In this case there was quite a mess when we were down to ten men after all, the kitchen has limited space and everyone had forgotten something and then took some of the other ingredient. Much has been said incidentally, helped and nibbled. My contribution was homemade chocolates (failed) and stuffed baked apples (very successful). While the Dishes in the oven entgegenbruzelten its completion, the family gathered to read the father of the Christmas story from the Bible. Then there was a lively inter-familial exchange on different personal feelings that every (r) combines with Christmas and before eating, to 22 clock was brought. It had every family member a amigo secreto , previously erwichtelt and it was to give presents. Actually, for the gift of a price ceiling was set, which I had, however, exceeded slightly. For I bestowed Cesar, whose beloved old wok I like in the 3rd weeks had scratched my presence completely. To this outrage to make amends, it was hard for a new wok. I was the secret friend of Andrea, the 7 year old granddaughter, who gave me a jumping from a conch Bobble Angel, now decorated my bedside table.
On 1 Christmas Day there was the obligatory pavo (turkey) at lunch and on 2 Christmas holiday was a walk to the nearby waterfalls of Yacanora announced.
Daily after Christmas and then again gave a classified document Pusch project. We are 3 days in a row invited to the municipalidad (City Hall) and stalked slowly towards us technically interview the mayor. Only as the Secretary, then Chief of Rural Development and on the last day before I left it after countless failed attempts, finally work with the alcalde . At first it did not look so, because we were only invited to a formal event in Jesus . But the former mayor of the small town had close to a small hacienda with a small zoo and trout farm, to which he invited us. The politicians then flowed the beer flows, there were freshly prepared trout ceviche (my best so far in Peru) and the mayor of Cajamarca, it could not take us in person to Kokaspezialrezept prepare. Coca leaves with anis flamed, very tasty. In this relaxed atmosphere we could finally talk about Marco Aurelio La Torre Sánchez us on camera interview to give. Hallelujah!
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