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pachamama


In the north of Argentina is cross flows and air from distant worlds. It is here that people mixed with European peoples who already inhabited these lands when Columbus arrived. And despite the destruction, cancellation of ancient cultures there is something to resist.
The feeling you get in front of the Pachamama. Pachamama is Mother Earth, from which all proceeds, without which nothing can exist. It is in front of her that you feel small. True, like ants moving without being able to see the boundaries, sometimes taking a chance. Here Andes (although in reality this is considered only precordillera, say that I arrived only ten thousand feet ...) is perceptible, palpable our lowest.
And while the sea is immense, makes the idea of \u200b\u200bmovement, transport, calls to cross these mountains are static. They seem to say we are, you spend.

the Pachamama will offer their best products: coca leaves, wine, fruit and cigarettes (!).

The first true encounter with the Pachamama is in Tafi del Valle, a village where the tourist, however, does not meet anyone along the trail to the summit of the cerro. Only crosses, horses and sheep.


sagrada the city of Quilmes, where he lived the last people who was defeated by the Spaniards. The survivors were all deported to Buenos Aires. The more died on the journey. The city disappeared, but still - a local assured me - are held by the ancient rites of shamans memory.

Cardones Here are the masters.

In quebrada of Cafayate, where the weather have carved gorges of red fire. The surprise is to find the meeting Annual traditional musicians and dancers to listen Chacarita, zamba , Carnavalito .

surprised and also meet some Italian traveler to share a meal and a bottle of superb local wine.

proceed slowly with overloaded local bus, the driver who stops to greet everyone on the road through canyons and gorges, arid land of the yellow and red.


or move with a group of boys from Buenos Aires on a camioneta to continue the journey sitting in the cabinet, to get sand in your face but to enjoy a panorama of three hundred and sixty degrees, which is perhaps the best I've encountered on this trip (the best is yet to come, remember, the motto).


Persimmons, another characteristic pueblo, from the magnificent square full of botteguzze craft.


As always one of the most fascinating and which offers the best view is the cemetery.


a cache on a new journey and come down to these vast plains.


to eventually to the northern capital: Salta.
The city is very pretty (some even compared it to our Cortina, given the influx of tourists), with churches, palaces and a charming museum where they are preserved mummies of children sacrificed by the Incas 4 to mother earth. This is also Pachamama.


Again in a show of square dances and folk music.

anyone in particular appreciates the performance of the local tango singer.

Last day more and more to the north, to the Inca lands.

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Hong Kong - Shanghai

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Here we are again, Hong
Kong 'was a real break, 8 weeks of leave from this big holiday.

Since my last life on the contrary, in these 8 weeks of vacation I have, in fact, worked!

Hong Kong 'was the British colony in effect due to the opium wars of the last century, and since 1997 at the end of the lease to the British and dealers' back to' embrace of the motherland China.

Now it 's a city-state with a special relationship with the Chinese government, which officially reigns but which in fact exerts little influence on the people and above all stops in front of the one thing I really want: money.

And there are piles of money.

Here is 'freedom' of thought, speech and expression; people manifest and exercise their rights, even if everything seems just an excuse to go out to shop and eat.

Metaphor of the modern geopolitical paradox.

Beautiful, clean, rich, charming, ingleseggiante, a city unique in the business world where Chinatown and Oxford Street come together, an explosive mix of carts and mercedes.

Meltin'pot of faces and races to see if they have all colors, all colors and interact with a certain style.

Upon arriving in the "Asia's World City" as locals call it love, I reached for a week by an Italian expedition led by legendary my nephew Chicco, 12enne smazzante, with accompanying her mother, aka my sister, and grandmother, aka my mother! The Happy Family and
is' doing very well adapted to the step appreciating Asian - disturbingly - too local culture and the vagaries of the Chinese, in addition to the board of dubious taste in which I have stayed ...

last breath I gave all my knowledge on 'Asia and the Middle Kingdom Summing up 4000 years of Oriental culture in front of a bowl of rice and tofu, teaching the use of chopsticks to my primitive people.
I've been spoiled for some pizza, spaghetti and breakfast in the bar courtesy of the family, and I admit that I have a lot of opposite resistance! Once the crew departed

Italy I rolled up his sleeves: need money, cash cash ... What to do? Bartender, dishwasher, waiter, graphic ... mhmh so boring ...

And here I am, in Times Square in the heart of Hong Kong, to juggle!

Intratterendo the crowd that rushes between a shop and the other I gave vent to my, albeit unrealistic, capacity 'of juggler and entertainer, culminating in the street performances by the statue, mime, or more' in Overall, the moron!

Haha, instead of kicking, as they would in any other part of the globe, the Chinese have appreciated the my abilities' making me photos and throwing coins on coins in my hat Maoist hyperstyle!

A hard life of the artist's way, escaping from police officers with little sense of humor and being chased by screaming children who demand to laugh a lot and quickly, posing for souvenir photo and inventing something new every 5 minutes!

I enjoyed it ', but I took it seriously, working hard every day for 6 weeks, sweating like a madman, I saved some money, which is useful for the foreseeable future.

And at night the crowd went wild in the street for my deeds, the day I pondered on the future closed in the mini room 2 square meters rented, I have resumed contacts far and studied geopolitics, history and philosophy, thinking about how to continue the adventure.

Many words have bounced off the walls of this room: past, future, work, holiday, working holiday, India, Japan, Mars, Universe ...

I finally created the awareness that everything happens only in our minds, in a huge game in which Universal has parallels only the present, where the past comes back and the future do not you know ...

Bearing in mind the memories of yesterday and knowing that tomorrow may be too late and the choice 'came alone: \u200b\u200bafter have celebrated July 15 my 1-year-travel-birthday with fireworks over Victoria Harbour and military parades in my honor, I greeted the former British colony and I went back on the road, returning to China. Again.

The gap between Hong Kong and China 'still beautiful large, the people in mind and the atmosphere.

And when I saw people huddled on the train, eating, sleeping, scaccola, shaves, spitting peanut shells, screaming, playing around I realized to be returned to a land that I loved.

Arrive in Shanghai: Futurama.

Beautiful hyper-modern buildings give a new face to the communist-capitalist China.

The past mingles with the future with all the contradictions of the case: the old neighborhoods full of old-style Shanghainese living in low houses squeezed between the expanding modern skyscrapers, creating a vibrant and bizarre subway ', so as to be frightening to so far undisputed queen of Hong Kong.

Shanghai, the Pearl of the Orient, and 'China in the new century. Tremble humans.

The objective was to me the second consecutive eclipse of the sun: after last year in Russia this year, repeating: I met again Novosibirsk friends and make new ones, but sin 'that the clouds covered the sky and have prevented the spectacular event ... We have redone a bit forlorn with a trishaw race in the rain and drowned their sorrows in Qingdao beer!

And while I was psychologically prepared for the Silk Road and Xinjiang, China's Muslim west end, check this travel buddy Dutch waving a ticket for Japan in half an hour convinced me to follow him.

enough, Japan is calling me!

It breaks all my plans and as a joke I am on a cruise ship, and after 48 hours floating eastward arrival in Osaka!

Yooo!

dawn my friend, when the sun rises on the horizon, if we look to the east you'll see against the light the shape of a madman who still believes in his dream.

Sara 'the dawn of a great new day.

The same dream that goes on, great.

MarcoSan Konnichiwa, Arigatoooo!

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Once the magnificence of Buenos Aires (completed?) I head north. Whether to escape "Ola de Frío" who is attacking the country is to reach land in a way more exotic.

A journey through the city and pueblitos , following a red thread.
a character who travels a lot in his life, first of all to know and understand how the world was. A character who attempts to change this world and - at least - morally gave an important contribution.

Here in Argentina, his native land, he discovers the most human, however, that I had the opportunity to taste
Rosario in Cuba, where he was born

is a delightful town in the province,

full of students and not, young and old who like to walk the course


or stop along the river to fish,

drink mate (a kind of tea taste bitter but intriguing),

sit on a bench in the shade of a majestic tree

the sun or near the monument to the flag.

Monument recalls that, inter alia, that the sailor in Brindisi. A sign that everything comes back, the circularity of events?

Another sign of much more explicit.

But there is still time ...
Cordoba, the second city of the country is also university city;

here the density that I mentioned in a previous post pervades the center, dotted with English Baroque buildings, churches, town hall, college, university.

the entrance to the building of the faculty receives an awful monument of warning the young: more than big brother!

Another monument to another grieving mother.

In these small towns, more collected and less dispersed, is easier to see signs of those social issues that remind us that the struggle is never over.

due to asthma, the small Ernesto, was brought to live in more salubrious areas such as Alta Gracia. In a cozy village in the hills (it seems to be slightly less poisonous Brianza ... ...) is our refuge and - for example - the English musician Manuel de Falla, whose house and houses a small museum dedicated to his life and his work. But
the first to exploit the fresh air and gentle in the area were the Jesuits, whose "istancias" dot the area, fields and gardens of orange trees.

Also in the family home Guevara and houses a museum dedicated to his childhood, meetings, friends affect his personality.

I - I confess - Garelli (?!?) moved seeing the bike with which he took on his first trip to the Holiday (remember, Luigi?). The astute however, had applied a scooter for easy climbs ...

A monument that represents the strength of his ideas, such as resisting the blows of the enemy column.

way, do not tell you what to write for local newspapers affaires Italian ... I just came from a comparison of height between the characters ... Tempus fugit
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Mandatory exploration of the Sierra.
The passage of the condor. Name and fascinating place.

Traslasierra The valleys, where streams have carved beautiful ponds where summer must be pretty cool.

say that I'm already cool, so I limit myself to enjoy the wild landscape.


And the way to Tucuman, a small sub-tropical climate region. It will be but here it's cold.
Peró just a bit of sunshine to warm the air and people poured into the crowded street markets and shops.

The house where he was proclaimed the independence of Argentina.

Again strong presence of religious signs.

Even in the woods where I went to do some travel.

And here too strong signs of social conflicts, the wounds have not yet closed. Local friends and they tell me 'live disdain for the latest rules of "reconciliation." But how can you reconcile when in all - all is said - there are family relatives disappeared? Despite the scandal of those amnesties, which have practically been "forgiven" all those responsible, no one - made admirable - has done justice to himself. Still confident in the system and we rely on memory. So
in Tucuman.

How to Cordoba
One last note
per alcuna delle persone che hanno aiutato my ospitato in quest'ultima settimana ed. Rosario

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Tucuman
La musica non é ancora finite

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