SATURDAY 26-6-2010

   We had arrived at the border by 8:30 in the morning. While the check out from Bolivia was fast the Peru immigration man kept us 
   waiting. He stamped first two busloads of tourists in, which took one hour. This highly skilled professional, had problems with my
   passport, As we were aware, Bruneians do not need a visa, but he did not know. So gesticulating that he will phone Lima
   headquarters, we waited another half hour. Meantime the boss showed up for work, usually one hour late because he is the boss.
   That was good news, as bosses are clever and intelligent, is it not? Otherwise they would not be leaders." My one is an idiot" you
   may argue now and perhaps it is true, but this one went straight to the tabletop of the counter. Under a  glass panel was a list of
   countries and his pointing finger searched and found with my help  "Brunei Darussalam - no visa" . The chop was in my passport,
   90 days to stay.

   For a while we traveled along the shores of the Titicaca lake, the nearby hills still dry and barren. However as farther we came north
   the rain seems to set in more frequently as forests appeared. It was night, when we arrived in Cusco, greeted with a  bus registration
   number in front of us 1117, the lucky number which followed me through life and on our journey.

      
          the first replanted forest patches                                                                       1117 shows up throughout my life

   Searching for the train station "San Pedro", we came into the old town where we checked into a hotel for a good price of US$ 30.-   
   /night. "That is Cusco" said Harun looking around in the plaza, surrounded by old Spanish churches.

          
                 plaster laid out street in the morning hours                                              the San Pedro church 

   There is a joke around St Pedro, the door opener in heaven according to Christianity. One day a preacher and a Peruvian bus driver  
   stood at the entrance door demanding entrance to heaven. St. Pedro open the gate look at the two and invited the bus driver first.

   Just before the door closed, the priest lamented: "Holy Pedro, I have served the church all my life, ever Sunday we held mass and  
    prayed, so, how come the bus driver can go in first?
   "I know all this" said Pedro. But with the bus driver, when he was driving, the passengers prayed all the time ."

   Tomorrow we will be passengers in a tourist bus.
 
   Here the Incas history begun as a tribe sometimes in the 13th century, to form small city states and begun there expansion under the
   paramount leader Pachacuti Cusi Yupanqui and his son. Their control reached what is today Peru and Ecuador. Pachacuti is said to
   have build Machu Picchu either as a summer retreat, but no one is sure.
   We stop here for two days, to explore the remains of the Inca kingdom, what was not stolen, robbed, or destroyed in the course of
   time, beginning with Francisco Pizarro, in the name of the Spanish crown, particularly the Spanish queen which signed a degree
   in 1529 in this effect.
   The Incas had just defeated Pinto and crushed his resistance to the rule of King Attawallpas, dancing to the tune of a drum, made
   from Tinos skin, when a messenger arrived in Cajamarca informing him, that white men with beard on strange animals (horses) had
   just landed in Tubes. Attawallpas face was stone. He knew what is going to happen and send the message over his kingdom. With
   the fire telegraphy from mountain to mountain such messages could reach a distance of 1000 km within hours.

   But it was not that easy to land on Peru's shores, as a member, Gaspar de Carvajal, reported; 'the men searched along the beach,
   half naked and almost crazy, for mussels and crabs."
   But one day they reach Cusco, removed and kill Atalwallpa as Inca king, and put instead his brother Wasar on the throne.

   SUNDAY 27-6-2010

   We were on route to the first of several archeological sites.  

   Pisac was the first to visit. It overlooks the Urubamba, or the sacred valley as it is known.
   High up on the slopes the buildings are nesting with a view over terrace fields and the valley deep below.
   It seemed to have a multipurpose construction, militarily (to defend the southern entrance to the sacred valley), agriculture and
   religious. In the cemetery, Graves on the upper area have been opened and destroyed either by the Spaniards in search of gold or
   other tomb robbers. The temple of the sun holds the Inihuatana the sun stone, which has been broken and vandalized over time,
   beginning with the Spanish invaders.

   The foundation of Pisac is not clear, somewhere around 1410 ad. As with many others, Pisac  was dismantled by Pizarro in 1530.

     
                                                               The Qualla Qasa residential quarters                       

            
               Agriculture Terraces under the quarters                                                         View to the valley below

      
                  Granite, perfectly fitting                                                              rough construction; a storage building?

    Some construction in red granite, were masterly mansion works, others had the base made from stone and the upper part in
   compacted earth.

   The Andean area is one of the world’s great centers of plant domestication. Its inhabitants had lived chiefly by their agricultural labors.
   Plants cultivated in the Andes probably would exceed 35 species, most of them domesticated. But only six to eight species are  
   planted above 3300 m, mainly potatoes, but also grain and leaves which were boiled like spinach.

   As the Andean valleys are deep and narrow the Incas solved this problem by terracing using stone irrigation channels. The Inca
   government set and marked the boundaries, as taxation was based on them. There was no place for cheaters. It was a crime to move
   them. The second offence was punishable by death.

    
                        sun temple                                                                      curved agriculture terraces

   The Incas believed that many rocks, mountains or locations were sacred to gods or earth spirits. The agriculture terraces below
   Pisac are curved like birds wings.
   Today, the locals, many descendants of the Incas, have lost their past and are not yet in the presence. Left to sell produce to tourists,
   fine textiles made from Llama wool.

      
             hill tribes of the sacred valley                                 textile waving on the roadside and waiting for tourist money 

   Or sit in their traditional dress spinning Alpaca or Llama wool as done 1000 years ago, waiting politely, that someone may drop a few  
   coins after the photo session. A meager life indeed. But upholding inheritance brings tourist dollars.

             
                      Mama with her three siblings; spinning wool for tourist dollars                        " Look! Anything going on there?"

   Yes indeed. There was news in the Pisac town.

   A tourist had ask for the hand of Rawanki the lady selling strings everyday near the market. 
   She was not that sure; However, when he turned his charm on and offered a dowry of 5 Llamas, a pig and 12 chicken, she consented  
   to look up to him.
   But first, what we cannot deny, any elderly groom  out of the flat lands had up here to undergo a marriage test.
   To proof, if he, in his age is still able to do the "GSST GSST" in these Andean heights, without going out of breath in 10 seconds.

                    
                   Full of hope  "Rawanki  and the tourist..."                                              the failed test

   This test was a double blow on an Inca flute.

   While Rawanki's daughter in her maiden years blew at one site, he had to counter the air pressure. Lets face it, he failed.
   Holding his mouth tightly, heir air pressure went down into the belly and through his intestines, out of him again, with some
   unpleasant noise. (What a shameful moment that was).
   "Where is the toilet here?" he asked. 
   Although no one spoke his language, a certain scent in the air indicated the urgency. Slowly with stiff legs he walked towards the  
   "Bano publico", the market toilet. From nowhere three dogs had appeared and run with him, sniffing.

   The "Inca maiden marriage" remained, due to his miserable fitness, a "Flat Lander" dream. 

   Our next stop was high up at 4000 m a village, Chinchero, where a group of highlanders demonstrated the coloring and waving of
   Llama wool as done since ancient times, using only natural ingredients.

       
                    washing the wool first                                                                       in front the coloring plants to be used

       
                  the white cactus parasite gives red lipstick color                                                          and an onlooker

   While it seems, the demonstration pleased the general audience, this younger couple had  likely drunk Coca tea for extra night
   energy. He had not much interest on the colors of textile, that can be seen.

               
                                  fine colors are  achieved                                                            woven to dresses and carpet

   From there, we were invited for lunch somewhere." We must eat" said the tour guide when he saw Norhayati holding a vegetarian
   "Entree"; she just stole from the guanaco. 
   The group went into an original Inca restaurant.
   From far one could hear an  Inca band playing, which turned out to be one man. Remarkable what music he could produce.

        
        "We must go lunch now" said the guide, seeing Yati                             but first: "Are you guys on the feeding list?"

                    
                                       buffet frenzy                                                                               the  "Inca orchestra"
 
   And so, enjoying the "band", our tourist  group fell over the free buffet. Harun had twelve "kicky mikki, one piece meet" chicken kebab,
   before the observing servant removed forcefully his plate and started to clean the tablecloth.   

   Sleepy and full, everyone was carried to the next Inca destination.

   Ollantaytambo

   This is the only place where the Incas defeated the conquistadores in battle, as the Inca leader Manco Inca, flooded the valley below
   the fortress, causing much trouble to the Spaniards. They were driven back to Cusco.
   The architecture features some of the largest stones. The Spanish described Ollantaytambo as a fortress.

         
                ruins at the mountain slope                                                               Pumatallis terraces and tourists  

         
          on the opposite slope Inca storehouses                                                       the "bath of the princess"

   We met this Inca girl together with her mother on the market, waiting again for tourist money, as they come by the hundreds,
   every day. How giving they are, is written in the stars.

          
              on the kids hut "Qantu" the holy flower                                            waving Inca hands

              
             ...always wind from one direction                                  the market stalls filled with tourist souvenirs

          
             fine mason works; polished granite. Energy stones?                                           two Inca descendant   

   We the "Flat Lander" seeing all this and thinking, ask the question:
   "What future will these kids have?".
   The times to fight for mineral on our planet has arrived.
   Peru had never had an industrial revolution. Many south American countries are sleeping giants, giants in resources.
   The Anglo-American mining profiteers press on the doors. "I have the money, you take the shovel! Together we make you and your
   country rich." A lie? 

   We returned to our hotel by evening. Tomorrow I will travel to Machu Picchu; alone. Harun remain back, as the prices are exorbitant.   
 
   MONDAY 28-6-2010   ,

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                             waiting for the train                                                                           on route

   In a transport combination of bus-train bus, with lots of back packers, I reached as one of 2500 tourists which arrive daily, around
   1:00 pm the ruins of Machu Picchu.

   Although Picho was known already in 1568 to the monks of a gigantic hacienda operated north of Ollantaytambo, Yet is was only
   from 1912 to 1915 that the whole complex was opened and exposed by an American, Hiram Birmingham. He insisted that the ruins
   were raided before him already and no gold was found. However he still looted according to another archeologist, 220 objects in silver
   bronze and copper, and secretly shipped them to USA. The treasure in the Yale university is claimed back now by the Peruvian
   government,
   What he still found, are 150 mummies of which 105 were female.

                         
                                                                             The complex in 2400 m
 
   Machu Picchu was build around 1400 AD, but abandoned as an official site for Inca rulers hundred years later. She is often referred
   as the "Lost city of the Inkas". Today she is an important tourist attraction.    

       
                 Machu Picchu main square                                                                           royal enclosures

   But what was this town made from granite? A citadel? a temple? a royal refuge? Or all together?  We see here a palace, temple,
   living quarters, storage facilities, agriculture terraces  with an engineered irrigation system yielding 3 harvests a year,  which could
   feed 1000 inhabitants. 

                    
                        stairs to the next level                                                             irrigation channel and water supply

         
            Intiwatana rock, "where the sun is tied to..."                                                        ceremonial rock

     
                     Craftsmen sector                                                                          Astronomical observatory

   The buildings are in general square shaped and trapezoid openings for windows and doors.

                                 
                                                           A historical moment; Our flag on Machu Picchu

    How did I manage all the photos without too many tourists, is itself a miracle. The day was gone in no time, we were called by the
    whistle of our guide to return to the bus for the journey into the Inca valley.

            
  
   A last look down the valley to the Rio Urubamba and then I went the stairs down where the busses towards the train station were
   waiting. On the way back to Cusco I thought of the miserable sanitation, no flowing water in the toilets, the impact this vast tourism
   spectacle will  have over time on the environment.

   The entrance fee is about US$ 40.-. 2500 people went with me up this Monday. The authorities cashed US$ 100.000.-.
   That is allot for one day.
   With the income of 10 day, one million US$, the infrastructure can be upgraded to European standards.
   And the flow of tourists regulated. (Where is the money going too?)

   When sitting in the train I slept away dreaming; and it seemed to me to hear words of a Inca shaman who thundered:
   " You white man have murdered our children with smallpox and measles; you stole our gold, your weapons killed our men.
   Now we are only a few. But we are strong spiritually. By our powers, we force you to come,  to see the ruins of our glory.
   Feel remorse when you trample over our sacred sites; You are cursed to come and you will, until such time, when the sun returns to
   the rock on sun island, from where she rose once in the time of lore.

   I arrived at 11:30pm at the hotel, Harun was waiting in the foyer.

   TUESDAY 29-6-2010
 
   We returned today with JAMBO to Urubamba valley. Crawling up the mountain over high plains in almost 4000 m, where agriculture is
   practiced; hard labor for beast and man.
   As it is autumn now, the harvest, potato's, grain and barley is in. Fields are plowed again before the next  raining season. 

     
                Down in the valley, the town Urubamba                                               highland farming in 3700 m

       
                            plowing; one furrow at a time                                             following the farmer

   The girl following him to search for turned up potatoes, eventual not seen at the harvest. At a distance a boy bringing home straw
   of his filed, as fodder perhaps or as mixing material to mudstones for an extension of their little house.

      
                  heading home with heavy load                                                                 Inca storage facilities

   Up here where the tourist busses frequently pass on their way to Inca sites, villagers have put up stands to add a few Peruvian sols
   to their living. Mamas with their siblings have spread their wares, wait out the whole day, maybe a bus will stop, the driver earning
   some commission.

         
              Plastic Acryl or Llama wool, the buyers choice                            Mama and kid (she looks somehow familiar)

     Our journey continued up  in the highlands, JAMBO was "smoking" The air is too thin and the mixture ratio air fuel is no more correct.
     But we went on, looking at the way the locals come to terms with their live. 

          
                     here, some cows feeding on straw                                  there, a veggie garden hand irrigated by a highland maiden  

          
                         a prayer for will and strength
  
   Up here in 3900 m, we saw this "Inca"  with raised hands facing the sacred mountain Chicon. He was in prayer.
   We had stopped. Vague his murmur reached our ears. He prayed for a beloved one; a prayer of hope and happiness.

        
                    The Chicon valley  towards the mountain                                    a school on the foothills of Chicon     

   Our coming to Urubamba had a special purpose. Up in the Chicon valley just under the sacred mountain Chicon, caring and love, the
   attributes of humanity, made a project for children, a school and dormitory for abandoned little Peruvians.
   A place, where now about 200 kids learn. They get nourishment for thoughts in the classroom and before going home, food for their   
   little bellies too. A free meal, at least once a day. Harun was moved by this kindness and said. "That is Schulspeisung"
   Just as it was back once in Germany and Austria, when US and British murder bomber fleets, burned out our cities,
   in an attempt to perish Germany and an act of "humanity". Up till today, these crimes are unpunished."
   He looked angry confronted with these thoughts.

   We just arrived at the kids best time of the day. Classes are over and a meal came along.

                             
                Entrance to the school compound;                                                          here comes the free meal
 
   Ikarus Tours, initiator and sponsor; We, DDL Tours,  work with them over 10 years in Eco tourism
 
         
                                    full bowls                                                                          and happy moments

    Further up the valley there is a home for kids out of broken families. These young "disposed ones"  have a new home.
    About 150 children live here. Would they be otherwise on streets in Cusco?
    Here is a future, here are humans who care for them.
    Besides professionals, often volunteers out of Germany and other countries.

       
                 Honorable reader; don't you want to help?                                                   The orphan homes for 150 kids   

          
                                 Dormitory                                                         impressive  ceramic products made by the kids  
 
   In the foyer, a paining of Pancha Mama, the earth goodness. She has spread her arms, holding in each hand a child.
   Here she is active through kind hearths in foreign lands. Such an institution cost money. Allot of money.
   Additional buildings are in planning or even execution stage.
   We have seen the efforts resulting in smiling, happy children, and therefore throw into your soul the question,
   " How much are you going to donate?

   Their account is in Germany.
   Name: 'Herzen fuer eine neue Welt' . Bank:  Deutsch Bank Koenigstein. Account no 4722237 BLZ 00 700 24  Germany.

                                   
                                                                      artists image of " PACHAMAMA "
 
   It is you, honorable reader who could support this project too. Or decide to waste on useless items, what is need here.

   WEDNESDAY 30-6-2010

   We have refrained of showing you Cusco's Spanish achievements and are today out of town on route to Nazca of which you have
   surely heard about. A place where extraterrestrials were active say's one party, the other laments:, "ah just locals made these lines".
   We will see and judge ourselves. But first Harun's pride had to be repaired as "one ear"  was hanging down already. "10 soles" was
   agreed as repair price, as we brought the material and the glue. When he had finished after 20 minutes he asked for 50 soles. Poor
   him. He must have frantically thought, how could he jack up the price. Harun only said two words: "No, Police", and quickly he settled
   on the agreed price. We gave him 5 soles on top.

          

   Traveling until the evening through a spectacular landscape, the land raising up to 4000 m.
   The road was fine and not much traffic.

        
              a village on the only flat area around                                                    barren mountains up to 5000 m high

         
                   climbing the mountain pass up                                                              JAMBO in the National park
  
   Driving down the mountain again on the other side, it was already night. There was a signboard "NATIONAL PARK".
   We curved in and stopped on the parking area. No one around, except wild dogs. Some stones held them at bay, but next morning
   the wet tire marks proofed that some of them sneaked back while we were sleeping.

   THURSDAY 1-7-2010

   By 7:00 am we were at the road again, In no time we were climbing up to another mountain pass over 4000m.

         

   Our GPS showed 4219m,when we noticed two cones on the right slope and went to investigate. There was no marks on them.
   Only birds had made a few holes to nest.
           
                             We estimated the height to about 4 m and the base diameter 3 m per cone.    
       
          
                   Holes made by birds?                                                            Even in these heights there is small stream flowing

   And down again into another valley, and into a village of some strange customs. The three wheel local taxi looked like a mobile
   grasshopper head and that lorry driver saved on the cabin and body, and purchased a helmet instead. Maybe he liked the breeze. No
   number plates either. But this matters little in this part of the Andes.

       
                     The grasshopper taxi                                                                          a ride in the wind

   There was this bus stop restaurants, they lured the customers with fresh chicken. We had no breakfast and hungry now, decided to
   get something to eat.
   The waitress, a young girl did not speak Spanish. How to tell her that we wanted to eat? Harun explained to the girl.  "Porvavor;" he
   pointed to the chicken, flapped his elbows like wings and show with one hand a round form, meaning egg. She did not get it. One
   more time, but with a loud "Kikerikiiii". Nothing. No understanding. Finally he showed up on the prison slot between the kitchen and
   restaurant, and tried to converse with the cook direct . The result you see on the table.
 
              
                          The restaurant                                                                                promising feast         

          
          "Porvavor some food; eggs, omelet anything!"                                          "something for inside here!"

           

   This was what we got. An -uneatable omelet (at least for our taste). Inside some veggie, a cut down hot dog, a red colored egg in
   some type of potato flour, burned at the edges on a hip of rice. Even Keiko Fujimori the run away president contesting again for 2011
   would, by all love for this country, have declined this " this meal of the Andes".

   Hungry we went on again up the road onto high planes. It was peaceful, Alpaca were grazing next to the road. You notice the thick
   wool. The landscape had leveled out, we drove now in 4200m  and came to a small crater lake where we stopped to cook a meal.

         
                    A herd Alpacas grazing nearby                                                             Looking back down into a valley

         

   Believe me dear reader, that was "spaghetti rendang" at the highest place I have ever cooked. Even the boiled noodles weresomehow
   soft. As you knew the water boils already at 80 degree centigrade up here.

           
                      a good meal after all                                                                           the height proof

   The lake was perfectly round. Perhaps from a meteoric impact A few ducks swam  around quarreling, otherwise it was still.
   After the mountain spaghetti, not much further, the road climbed again in serpentines up. Over the rim was the highest point of our
   travel. 4.560 m.

             

           
 
   Here rocks prevail. Hardly any vegetation, therefore no wildlife at all. For another 10 km or so, the land had leveled out, holding the
   height, then the road wound down again like a lazy snake lying on the mountain side. In 3500 m, we met these mountainfolk, begging
   on the roadside.       
                                    
                                                                              That is how we met them
        
                                                      
                                                                      Grandma; what life did she had?                                                               

                          

   Honorable reader, look at these faces. Look again! A life of hardship in the face of "one eye grandma".
   See the smallest holding the hut. The picture says "give please!" . And the girl with the wild hair, Is she in panic? Is she full of fear?
   What has happen to them?

   We gave what we had to eat and some coins too. But sitting here in Nazca writing the web site, we feel like going back and find out
   more and help.
   The heart burns, looking at them.

   Not much later we passed more of these cones, standing on a slope. That was not manmade, it was the soft material which due to
   wind and eventually rain, undergoes a natural erosion process. 

             
                                       Like in Cappadocia Turkey

   Down went the road, and no more up. It seems we are leaving the mountains. Sometimes kraals are seen made from stone, to where
   the alpacas return in the evening.     

         

   The whole way down to Nazca we had to drive very, very carefully, rather slowly than fast. We thought off these poor people up there. 
   After nightfall we reached the town which became famous because of lines and figures in the desert, once created, when the Nazca
   culture was dominant, today they are long gone. We are keen to explore them.

   FRIDAY  2-7-2010

   Together with two Peruvians, we climbed into a small plane after paying US$ 60.- for a 15 minutes curving over the figures.
   The Peruvian lady had a cross in the hand and one around the neck; she was praying between the photos. With so much faith and
   little knowledge we were safe; but we knew, a small Cessna lands almost anywhere.
   Airport security is rigorous. Every tourist is searched and video filmed! They must have learned from the Americans.

             
                         Yes, we dared to fly                                                                   she  prayed all the time

   The plane overflew the area in 1000 m height curved left and right, much to fast, it was difficult to photo anything. However see yourself
   what we found.

         
          astonishing  accurate over 3 km long                                               a whale figure over a straight line several km long

       
                   see the right angle of the wide line?                                                       3 km long;  what is this for?

            
                             another "landing strip?                                                                      and this one? 2 km

   There are supposed to be over 300 drawings. Science do not know for what purpose these were made. Maria Reiche investigated for
   50 years. Measured and cataloged all drawings and came to the conclusion; that the figures are in connection with stars, Another
   theory is, that these lines are direction indicators of underground water flow. All is still a mystery. Erich van Daeniken said, these have
   been made by visitors from outer space, and for us, that is the most likely theory.
   See the birds, they are made over the geometrical lines and fields. Could it be that locals made those, after extraterrestrials visited
    them; could they have made the figures, to tell what can be found right here with them? 
   You may smile when we say Extraterrestrials! But wait and read on.

         
                  a "Hummingbird" made by the locals?                                        see these cleared geometrical field and lines

           
                     a spider among the lines                                                       a "parrot" on a mountain slope, at least 120m long

                
                                          a bird?                                                                                     Dog 50 M high
       
                      why two fields? A mile long                                                             the road cuts through the area

          

   We are less interested in the figures, which are likely made in their rude form by locals.
   What we are more interested are the geometrical fields and lines and that with good reason, because  maybe, just maybe, we are no
   lunatics, nor is there a screw loose.
 
   Let us look together at  Mars and ESA the European space agency. We look into one picture of a crater. The Hale crater. You can
   follow the steps we make and make your own conclusion. You need an internet and "Photoshop" in your computer.
   But first think. The spy satellites up in 400 km height can see your breakfast bread, should you have it outside in your garden. Ask
   now why the sophisticated cameras orbiting mars, delivers smudged pictures? (blurred smooth). Well, they are worked on afterwards  
   with software that mankind would not know what is actually happening! But is ESA now purportedly releasing these images?

   This is an image of the Hale crater looking west. You find in the ESA Mars image files.  Down load the high resolution image from  
   ESA and crop the blue section out with Photoshop or any other software. Then you play with contrast and filters, try it out.

                                        
                                                          Hale crater looking West  ESA high resolution image

                            
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   This is what I came up with. I used Photoshop. These are no pixels. These are buildings of some sort and fields.
   U shaped, rectangular, round and oval structures. picture size is about 4-5 km. You see the wheel with cross spokes?
  
    In front of you is evidence of intelligent life on Mars.

    Detailed instructions how you can penetrate the blurring, you find in You tube, ;sean1david1ryan, mars civilization evidence, Hale
    crater.
    I go with the theory of Daeniken, that our planet is frequently visited and perhaps alien live here.
    And Nazca was visited at their times too.

   The extraterrestrials  draw the geometrical lines for reasons we do not know. The locals made the crude drawings,
   that the outer space  visitors may know where they are. Drawings are that big that they can only be noticed
   from high altitude, that what the locals hoped for.

            
                   The astronaut  300m tall made by locals                                         Monkey, size  about 200 m

   There are more confusing drawings along Palpa, north of Nazca.
 
        
              Mountains around Palpa                                                                           drawings on the slope

               
                      two figures, one  with antennas?                                                           13 radiation rays

                 
                     another strange figure                                                    again big eyes; what is it to represent?

   Interesting is it not? The radiation rays on the figures with big eyes are thirteen in number. Their size is about 6-8m.
      
   20 km south of Nazca exist a Necropolis a 10 square km burial ground of a Nazca culture. In these desert, littered with human
   bones and pottery, are several open square or oval shaped grave chambers containing mummies in fetus position, facing east.

        

          

                 
         It is claimed that virgins had to shave their heads and offer their hair. It was woven into the hair of the celebrity corps

             
                          A woman, 2000 years old                                         hair plaited buried and dig out again after 2000 years

   The Nazca culture exist from 1100 B.C. to 750 A.D.  The society was made up of local chiefdoms. Excavations gave evidence of
   maize. bean and peanuts. Large amount of pottery was found.  There is the question of the Trophy heads still open. Many burials
   have been discovered in which the head of the skeleton was missing and replaced with a head jar, a ceramic vessel on which a
   human head is pained on, along with plants and trees. They had no writing system. The Nazca believed in powerful nature spirits,
   who control most aspects of life.

   SATURDAY 3-7-2010

   This morning we went to Cahuachi a place about 25 km in the desert. There existed a nameless culture already back to 4200 B.C,
   But in 350 A.D. this temple center was sealed. People left and never came back. No one knows why.
   The burial procedures included slowly smoking of the corpses. Next to the temple  complex over an area of maybe 1 square
   kilometer, the graveyards. Many opened up by grave robbers, looking for valuables and disturbing the peace.

         
                        The temple pyramid of Cahuachi                                                                   glazed pottery

   Bones are scattered around. One feels sad, seeing how the peace has been disturbed and remains are scattered..

               
                                 cloth and bones                                                      three sculls, bones and pottery

        
            another grave disturbed; scull and hair                                           see the small hills, everyone a search for a grave 

           
            a scull lying in the open                                                                      next by, some woven hair or a string

         
  
   It was an uneasy and sad time there. it seemed the dead are present and watch our actions. We did take nothing, and moved out
   from there, returning the desert track back to Nazca. Tomorrow Sunday we leave heading north towards Lima.

   SUNDAY 4-7-2010 

   We headed North towards Lima. The road was good, but heavy traffic and construction work going on..

        
                        having a good rest                                                                         Fruit stall on the roadside

    In Paracas  we turned into the the National park on the seaside. Desert prevails here.
    The water is very cold still and the swell breaking was heavy. On rocks nest pelicans, seagulls  and cormorants.
    Fish must be plentiful.

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                                Bay of Paracas
                  
                          Zarcillos Birds (Larosterna inca)

        

         

        
                  Fisher village in the cove                                                    as everywhere people are curious and full of admiration      
                                   
                                    "  check the blue car out Peli...                                           ...while we go to the kitchen".

             
                               Feeding frenzy                                                                     patiently waiting

   The pelicans were lazy. Better waiting at the kitchen door until some little fish comes their way, or wait for a tourist who will feed them.
   Once Norhayati started to distribute food, they came from all sides. Less than one hour later we were on route again on the Autopista
   Norte. In San Vicente we turned down to the beach for a deserved sleep, after we had studied the maps.

       
            That is what an outsider see of JAMBO                                              this is cozy inside just before sleeping

   MONDAY 5-7-2010

   We had about 260 km to Lima the capital. The traffic was horrendous. At the Malaysian Embassy we stopped for two reasons: one a   
   courtesy call, after all we are brothers in blood and religion. The second is my passport.

   Our Embassy in Berlin had send it to Lima. I was most grateful to Pehin Yussuf our Ambassador in Berlin, one of the finest gentlemen 
   around, and his staff, in particular Mr. Norazmi.
   Not only did they organize my new passport, but send it to Mr. Rosfan of the Malaysian Embassy here in Lima.

               
                       Terrible traffic; for 1 km a half hour                                                "Thank you Mr. Rosfan"

             
                                 "Thumbs up"                                                          "Brunei vehicle in Lima, that is something"
 
   It was a memorable event. After a fine "cuchur udang", if which only Malay (and Harun) know what fine food that is, we moved on
   and out of town towards Norte.
   The police here had now stopped us four times. With all sorts of argument. "Maybe...." . But we never paid anything, it was just time  
   consuming.

   Since Lima we had fog, it was unpleasant driving. The roadsides are littered with rubbish and discarded construction material.

            
                                           nothing to see except fog and lorries and rubbish

   By 8:00 pm we found a way to the shore down two km from the main road. We did not see where we where, but just stopped at the
   shore and fell into sleep, while the incoming rollers were pounding the gravel banks.

    TUESDAY 6-7-2010

          
                     Where we stay last night                                                                    typical town scenes with taxies
 
    645 km after Lima, the fog cleared and sunshine spread over the land. By now it was late afternoon, and we searched for a hotel to
    clean up and arrange our web site.

      
                          Beautiful sand formations                                                                  in the last light of the day

      Sugarcane fields dominated now the landscape, once awhile a tricycle, otherwise only lorries on the road.

                
                                   Sugarcane                                                                    the plastic collector with a self-made speaker

    WEDNESDAY  7-7-2010

   Today, we try to reach the border of Ecuador, 700 km away. By evening we arrived in a small village on the Pacific shores.
   Named Marcona Suddenly it was warm. No more pounding of heavy waves on the shore. the beach was fine sand and- plenty young
   people from the USA and elsewhere around,. in swim dress or shorts. We were out of the cold current flowing along the coast
   northwards.
   "Everyday summer" said a signboard. We had come - unexpectedly- across a kite surf "paradise", with all the souvenir stands and
    grills. Putting up in a cheap room for sanitary installations, we slept in Hotel de la JAMBO. Lots of fishing boats anchored, the sea
    was calm.

          
                                                                                                                         just put up your home on the beach
                                                                                                                         
             
                   souvenir shops one after the other                                                         strolling along, it is warm here         

   THURSDAY 8-7-2010

   Already before 8:00 am we were on the way towards Ecuador and reached the border by 11;30. the border procedure took less than
   one hour and we were on the way to GUYAQUIL the main port of the country, there to check, how much it would cost to ship JAMBO
   from here to the nearest port in the USA. We had twice been warned to stay out of several countries in Middle America.
   If you find the time follow us on this adventure by clicking Ecuador.