The Life of the Valley of Sun

Life Sun Valley.

(author A. Trubachev)

photographs

Trekking, mountaineering and rock climbing in Peru

Grey clouds came from the east and hide behind the slanting rain bands close mountains, dark and gloomy now, and in the afternoon a blind eye shining snow-capped peaks and glaciers dangling on the slopes.

From somewhere came the piercing cold wind. Was chilly and uncomfortable. Evening veil dropped to Huaraz, strongly redeemed daily bright colors, raised the collar jackets from passers-by and even dispersed the crowd of schoolchildren, all day dragged through the streets of motley flags and huge thundering drums.

Rainy autumn May came to an end, sunny and dry winter was near the horizon. She was approaching from the east, was briefly detained somewhere in the mists of the Amazonian swamps, stretching from the foot of the mountains here, which offers a fantastic view from the roof of my hotel. The gentle slopes of the foothills of the peaks seem so close and accessible. A common mistake of the human eye - to judge the size of the object relative to its own size. Just can not be in the mountains assessment eyes to believe it all too eager to embrace attempts. Too large scale and immense for the human mind.

Trekking, mountaineering and rock climbing in Peru So, darkens in this mountain town quickly, the sun literally falls over the horizon and immediately begins the night with almost no twilight. One after another light sparks of stars scattered across the sky. That's slightly beveled on one side of the diamond five major stars appeared on the silver dust of the Milky Way - the Southern Cross before dawn will decorate the clear night sky.

The atmosphere of the evening reverie hung over the darkened streets of the town. Quickly cools the hot afternoon sun spiteful worn asphalt pavements and elegant space. Traders in colorful skirts and ornate hats collect items in a wide scarves, tie a knot at their breasts and leave their homes for a day place around the central square. Two carefree weekend passed, the city quieted down in anticipation of the hassles and worries of heavy work week.

Slim tune rattling guitar strings reaching for the tune, easily flowing in shimmering sonorous female voice, cheerful and carefree, as well as all the people of this earth, generous and harsh at the same time. One can not imagine this town without music. It is as if absorbed into the walls, in the coarse clay bricks fences, dusty flat roofs. Music everywhere - in the car, in the field, in the store, in the city center and all the suburbs. Smooth, sharp, bright, monotonous melody, senseless and simple, full of vitality and natural simplicity. Even at night, provoking unusual ear foreigner floats over the city of endless ringing tune.

Trekking, mountaineering and rock climbing in Peru in Moscow I have multiple drives in the car are - sometimes including - wonder why something is alive in our kind of music, ear cut annoying. And so it is not combined with a seething metropolis rhythm that even can not be tolerated, like a knife someone on the glass leads. And here is the music - life itself. Turn off this melody, muffling the strings and voice stopped - and everything goes out the tale shining mountain country, lost smiles with swarthy persons fade and full of malice views. That's just nothing will come of it. Music can not be removed from the life of a green valley, it does not stop the flow of the Rio Santa, which rushes in a narrow gorge rocks slightly below the city.

Such a life here. Hot sun during the day burns flat tops of low buildings, slender eucalyptus grove high on the mountain slopes are scattered specks saving shade, scraps of colored fields nurtured deadpan peasant dressed in costumes of the brightest colors and impossible, with the indispensable hat on top. And gentlemen - home eerie kind of clumsy and mud huts in scattered freely on the slopes of lean cows, concentrated and slowly backed up in the tiny village pubs.

Traditionally served for lunch of chicken soup in huge, unreal dish size, almost basins, and at least polkuritsy floats in this dish. Try not used to such portion of the coax, at least for a whole day of eating forget! Though, most likely, simply can not cope. Tasty, but too much. But here everything is so fed. Forces to need a lot of hard work, the air is oxygen rich, where else to take power, but in the food? And diets are exactly no one suffers! Look-ka you thick Peruvian. Hard you have to. No they are almost, but eating a bucket a day. And the calories do not believe ...

Noise in the deep valley of the Rio Santa, drink all this little world generous violent force of fertility in the tropics. And on top, indifferent and quiet, the bustle of the valley live look impassive guardians of the land, - the east - covered with snow, fantastic and inaccessible peaks of Cordillera Blanca, on the contrary, in the west - black rock peaks Cordillera Negra. That's for sure, for such patrons - as in Christ's bosom. And lives here Fun and Fancy Free narodec, singing songs, joyfully welcomed the guests and quite pleased with its simple, poor, but real and full life.

Trekking, mountaineering and rock climbing in Peru Once in a country where there is nothing like a usual situation of the Old World, at first did not you understand what happened. Lost landmarks and familiar fulcrum of consciousness. The situation baffled and destroys all learned the principles and rules. Constantly sounding music annoying, itchy ears and interferes with sleep. Sun pushes the hot top heavy load and instantly striking white skin burns cruel strangers.

The bounty of nature and people break the order of things, a constant and lasting way of life, mixes concepts unabashedly reaches into his eyes and ears, looks into his mouth .... But, oddly enough, the world is fast becoming his own, receives and opens strangers, not hiding and not off-putting.

Sounds strange, it is difficult to imagine a not experience for yourself. Understandable, because I write exclusively about their feelings, it is deeply personal and subjective. However, looking into people's eyes, only for a few days visiting this wonderful corner of the world, I find a reflection of their own emotions and experiences. And I see that these people are just amazed and fascinated by the simplicity and grace of life in this secluded and, in his own way, happy corner of the earth.

About that and write. And I want to share, and just give all in a row that he has received a gift, a pure and generous heart to the brim overflowing joy of life.