Capture Carnivals and aquacade Mike and Jess, the couple may have heard about the Mardi Gras in New Orleans or a grand celebration in Rio, but not everyone knows that the carnival is held in the Bolivian city of Oruro. It is true that during a local carnival not throw beads or flowers, and water-filled balloons. A lot of balls with water. And for the most part they fly in girls and young women. And you can plenty of running and shouting "Throw me in, but local Chicos still prefer their girls. Silver Ingot of Potosi It all started when we arrived in Potosi. This city was like a box of glazed flakes with a silver toy at the bottom. True, the toy was not alone. There were thousands of tons of .... They say that 200 years hence was removed 45,000 tons of silver. (See City Teksko: raisin silver capital of Mexico, Ed.) Spaniards, who took the courage and God's blessing to take all the "toys", do not even bother to seek its own, rather they dumped all the "toys" out of the box. Basic work, of course, served local residents, 8 million of whom died without receiving any remuneration for their work. Jess tries to attack the first time when we were traveling by bus on a bumpy road, which is also still under repair, it appears that even the road workers are taking part in a local carnival. Driver of a tanker, which was supposed to deal with dust control, including pumps, as soon as his car drew level with our bus and we were at this time to stop the traffic police. As a result, water cannon, aimed to the side, suddenly splashed our bus. Unsuspecting passengers who sat near the window on the right side of the cabin, got a free shower to 5 liters each. Jess was one of them. Classics. I was surprised, but she responded very calmly. Fruit placers, city of Sucre we stayed at a hotel and watched as the guys running after the girls, pouring water out of their machine guns and throwing them balls with water. Some of the guys even use something like a cylinder with shaving foam, from which it was possible to "shoot" white flakes on a fairly decent distance. This week you can dabble in all, including unarmed tourists. I, for example, was nervous all day because I would have something to do if Jess did obolyut. I do not mean that I would have to beat someone, I mean, Jess beaten to me, if its someone doused. My experience has been hard to hide, and Jess said that I should not always think about it. I was grateful to her for that word, because now I could quietly forget about his knightly duties, and she was ready to undergo a "wet" attack. True, after a while all this fuss with the water it very much "get". She herself said she did not worry about secret is simple: to move smoothly and smile Our next stop was the city of Sucre, the constitutional capital of Bolivia, another spoiled by the Spaniards, but still beautiful city. Feast of water and foam was just in full swing by the time we drove into town. We quickly found a cheap hotel, left our luggage there and went out in the hope that no one will notice. It turned out that getting lost in the local crowd is not easy, though, because the average growth of the local population is 160 cm We managed to find refuge near the market on the court, cluttered with small shops, which sold an amazing fruit salad. In just a dollar you can arrange a sumptuous breakfast. The whole tray, on which rises a mountain of fresh fruit: mango, papaya, oranges, apples, strawberries, grapes, carambola, peach, passion fruit - all this with yogurt and granola, and only a dollar. Divine. Unfortunately, sleep in our shelter was impossible, and we had to go back into the general mess. Was Thursday, and everything is ready for the biggest celebration of the festival (in fact, the carnival has not yet started), which takes place on Saturday and is widely celebrated in Oruro. Dancing yellow warriors parade held here is regarded by UNESCO as one of the masterpieces of the oral and intangible creativity. Thousands of locals and tourists to land on a specially erected stands along the streets to enjoy the magical sight. In the process, which lasts 20 hours, involving more than 28,000 dressed dancers and 10,000 musicians. The holiday is based on the beliefs of Andean peoples plexus with Christian motifs and figures. Locals honor Pachamama (Mother Earth) and Tio Supay (god of mountains), but years of Christian influence, transformed these two pieces of the Virgin Mary and the devil. Celebration, among other topics, depicts a battle between good and evil. Ceremonial costumes are also different special skill cut. Participants in the parade in their outfits are trying to impress everyone: from festive masks, decorated with owls, to the colorful uniforms with boots, trimmed with bells. Parade dreadlocks We arrived in Oruro at half past six in the morning and went looking for a hotel. Was nowhere places, except, perhaps, garages, where you can truly sleep on the concrete floor side by side with another 30 similar lucky. We decided to leave luggage in the luggage at the bus station and buy tickets on the night flight to La Paz. By 8 am we had already found a place. That is, we climbed into the crowd at the ramshackle stands, I have been with me three cans of beer, the mood was excellent, the parade was to begin soon. Jess has proved to be well-mannered man, and waited a few hours before it decided to drink beer. While we were walking back and forth, then for a beer, then for a meal, then to the toilet, the local order of tired of us. Perhaps they thought that we should bring along plenty of food, water and cymbals, and tie it all in a giant blanket and brought on themselves at the parade. Just a couple of times we went about his business and returned, while we managed to watch about 3 hours of the parade. Staying on was beyond my strength. All Bolivian orchestras alike, as wheat, and sitting on the ground has always been my most disliked task. Walking Bolivian Carnival Band, a carnival, the carnival I managed to convince Jess to go for a walk and see the parade in the city. During a short walk along the stands and shops with food, we drenched from the water and foam. Obviously, Saturday was already no matter what sex you are, so Bolivians of all ages throwing balls at us with water on all sides. So-so. Couple of cocktails, and Jesse wanted to take revenge. Personally, I have already bought water balloons, which were sold whole package, and Jess armed to the teeth with spray foam. As it turned out, I'm not a knight in shining armor, but rather a swamp monster or ugly ogre of fairy tales. I attacked the kids with water balloons and then waited for the continuation of the shooting. But the shooting did not happen. The kids were frightened and surprised by what they have earned such a dreadful punishment. I do not quite understand why they reacted. Vigorous bearded Jess decided that we won this war and we need to start another, but against the teenagers, who on the streets were full. "Aha!" They are some of us not to expect "- she said, squeezing out a portion of the foam in the face to some boy. Hid behind some kind of bus, she, like the present to the general, had planned an ambush. Oh, this woman is just ruthless! Soon, all her anger and threats that it applies exclusively to me, vanished, and her face lit up wicked grin. We are fortunate that the local currency is changing at a very favorable rate for us and then we'd wash the dishes now in some diner in the expense of all the money that we have lowered the water balloons and cheap beer. At ten o'clock the parade was still in full swing, and we trudged to his coach, wet and tired. Before we begin to move as easy soothing slumber completely mastered by us, and our dream is almost without interruption for potholes bumpy road to La Paz. That is so here goes to the tourists and we were awakened by the conductor and asked to show tickets. Several times I checked my pockets, but to no avail. All that I found - chocolate, six caramels, empty flask of rum and a couple of beans. Luckily for Jess tickets I still found they were in the breast pocket, strongly wrinkled and crumpled. We are stretched in his chair and saw a window sunlight with shades of orange and blue, which, like a giant canvas covered hills surrounding La Paz. By taxi we quickly got to our hotel, Adventure Brew Hostel. Yes, dear reader, that's how it was called! (Brew means "cook" prim.perev). Just at this hotel has its own brewery, and each guest gets a free beer every day. Cool, is not it? A special good luck if you're traveling with his wife, and you have to drink quite often and her cup when she has no feelings. Already covered in foam, however, still boesposoben Unfortunately, our stay in La Paz do not remember anything special. From the cultural point of view, anyway. But it was not all bad. Here we saw about 20 travel around our age. It was very useful, because communication with peers I really lacked in recent years. We very quickly found a common language with them. Our hotel is located on a street along which the parade was to pass, and our balcony was on the 4 th floor, which gave us a distinct advantage both in terms of monitoring the march, and in terms of "water wars". From there it was very convenient watering passers-by from the bucket. New friends, all were soaked to the bone We thought all our water battles are over, but it turned out that we are in town, which began a four-day parade, and residents preferred the foam, not water. During the three-day stay at the hotel, I went outside only four times: ran to the ATM, visited shop in search of something tasty, made a kamikaze raid with two cans of foam on the parade and bought a bus ticket. Jess did not go anywhere at all. She sometimes is a slight, normal for her "phase shifts", not to mention the fact that she was the first day was bad, apparently, she had eaten something bad in Oruro. However, she twisted face and bravely endured. As for me, I was on top of bliss. Cheap beer by the glass for three days, gay tourists, with whom we became good friends, great food, from which would not exactly hurt his stomach, and, of course, poker all night long. I would like to thank Jess for the fact that I have all this took place. What? Someone from the audience implied that we did not have personal freedom? Ah, yes, because we literally could not leave the hotel without having to not "shlopotat" of drunken locals. But was our alternative? From the city we could not leave because all the bus drivers were drunk as a lord and celebrated to the fullest. Stuck, cheers-a! I became a true hero because he helped raise the second floor of two barrels of beer, however, nearly pulled himself back at the same time. I wish I could tell something interesting about La Paz, but it seems that nothing comes to mind is not. Soon I'll write about how we went to Lake Titicaca. Chao amigos! See also: Tourist attractions oceanic coast of Brazil Carnival Magic Parrots, underground lakes, manatees and ubiquitous carnival
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