Oh, Peru!
While I’m writing this entry, I’m asking myself one question: How? How am I supposed to describe the everyday madness, the amazement, the incomprehensibility of this country?
While I’m writing this entry, I’m asking myself one question: How? How am I supposed to describe the everyday madness, the amazement, the incomprehensibility of this country?
“I can’t go on, I’m not in the mood anymore.” Nicki had to listen to these words from me more than once in the last weeks. For outsiders it may seem as if we are on a never-ending holiday…
The last story ends in Lima where we made it to the workshop after a bitter fight with the sick Tiger. While the cat is in treatment now, we welcome our friend Alex from Germany who is visiting us. Before Alex arrived, we asked him, of course, what he would like to see and experience in Peru…
“Dear God punishes the small sins instantly”, is a German saying my mom has told me often during my childhood. And even if I don’t want to accredit too much truth to this saying, we had to learn quite fast this time what happens if you don’t listen to the signs of God the mighty big cat. Blame us!
When we arrive in Peru, the country directly shows us its best side: we get to Juliaca, probably the largest shithole of whole South America.