WHERE HIPP overlive Richard Inkorvati, U.S. Not that I did not like hippies, I'm just not used to them. With any of them I have any problems never arise. They rarely annoying. As far as I know, the hippies do not commit violent crimes, or even instigate revolution. Usually they are too ukureny to think about such things. They are naive, overly educated and, by and large, useless. Before them, no social subgroup is not turned into an absolute ballast. In the city of Cusco is full of hippies, just too much. In the vast majority they accumulate and grow on Cuesta Santa Ana. This is a street with a sharp slope, which are the cheapest swap apartments and other most necessary service businesses. Hippie man with a beard like Jesus sits in the sun next to his girlfriend. His beard would not hurt to at her job in a barbershop. On it and on it wearing pants in some completely crazy stripes, which seem to be a mandatory uniform policy for all free thinkers. The girl on the head with a dark blue knitted beret, the benefits of which the scorching sun absolutely not. Both are filled with a sense of the great importance of their own people. Look at us, we do not like it! We are sailing against the current! They unsuccessfully try to be like those who were their fathers. They want to fight with the government, but want them to have a convenient plan of retreat. If they fail to become a real hippie, then what? If they reach nirvana, whether by chemicals or without them, they will still be a fallback - Passport and a plane ticket to the country of "first world". Hippies often come to places such as city of Cusco, to find himself, but eventually realize that there was nothing to find. Aboriginal artifacts hanging on the lobes of their ears, do not affect who they are. These gadgets only confirm that the informal people voluntarily try to be someone who really are not. In the end, they are awake and sober when their money will come to an end, remember how to use soap and water, postrigutsya and return home in Calgary. Me and my girlfriend Rosalind did a few shots at the top of Santa Ana. We walked past the graffiti, which depicted a hippie with a red bandage on his head and a backpack and a cover of the guitar behind his back. Rosalind knows who the hippies, but does not understand them. There is nothing Peru. I share her point of view. - Why did they come here? - Because they think it is a place for them - I said, trying to remain polite. - Where? In Peru? They do not have anything to do with us. - So you're saying that if a foreigner will wear such clothes here, it will not read better? Do not they understand Peru better than we do, unenlightened? - No! Visitors from Lima does not look like a local. These are people who come here ... - a moment she tried to find the right word - they are very different from the others. At this point we decided to do. "We are sailing against the tide." A few hours three days of stay in Cuzco, we are just aimlessly wandering through its streets. Less than three days in this city does not make sense to stop. Here are just too many interesting things: squares, markets, shops, narrow walkways and viewing platforms. We even have never succeeded in entering the church. We stopped in San Blas, and I would recommend anyone who is going to come to Cuzco to do the same. This is an old area, but this does not mean that he decrepit. Along the narrow cobblestone streets are numerous bars, restaurants and hotels. Here you can find refuge from the bustle of modern life. Time here goes slowly. Here you can easily find a secluded place, which, though long, will belong to you. Even stray dogs are friendly. Incessant flow of automobile sirens do not penetrate into this part of town. But this area of ??San Blas is protected by no less than the adjoining neighborhoods. Clothes police and frequent security companies patrolling these streets. Their mission - to protect the most important asset in the economic sense of the city ... I (and other tourists). I like the area of ??San Blas, because he seemed a transitional link between Cuzco and spoiled the rest of Peru, which can be seen leaving the city. Here you can see not flashy luster, and the reality of everyday routine. And the higher you climb, the more obvious it becomes. Excellent paved road begins to crumble and turn into piles of stones lying separately. There will not see signs with the words "Hotel", "Laundry" or "Cafe for tourists." We Rosalind walked past the small shops that provide local people with the most necessary products. As everywhere, street signs pestreyut names on the incredible and almost unintelligible language of Quechua. I can not imagine how I ride in a taxi to Cusco and tell the driver to take me to St. Blase through P'asnyapakanu and Atoksaikuchi. That just can not imagine where he was me, then you are lucky. I think we should take these two names and use them in any game show, for example, in "Field of Miracles." Program participants will not need to call them by letter, they should at least them correctly pronounce ... and get a ticket for a cruise in Tahiti. P'asnyapakanu? Host: Category "Names". Participant: I understand. (Participant takes a deep breath and holds his hand over his graying shock of hair). Narrator: To help you, my assistant will open all the letters in the word! (The audience in the studio happy, party excitement is bouncing on the spot. He almost feels like a plane ticket rustles in his pocket). All that is required of you - it's a word to say. To pronounce clearly and distinctly. All clear? Participant: Sure. (He looks at his wife sitting in a room with a victorious smile. He could hardly contain himself). Moderator: Okay. You have 5 seconds. Ready? User: Go! (He clenched his fists, the lights dimmed in the studio). Moderator: Okay. Show us the word! (Pause. The scoreboard says ----) Cuesta Santa Ana Kv'aphchik'ihllu Lead: 5 seconds. Time has gone Participant: Yes, but ... what nonsense is this? Uh-uh ... no ... ... kvopaydzhyu kapchalikeyem ... no ... Damn! Just give me my toaster! Moderator: (bell rings, and lighting in the studio again becomes brighter). Oh, how I wish! Yes, but back in Cuzco Read more:
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