Day 2 - 15th of February - Lima - Huacachina

We wake up only to have breakfast and plan a couple of hotels and bus trips while sipping on a cocktail at the pool. Have a walk along the foggy beach and some taste of delicious fresh fish with local flavors. We conclude that the local Inka cola has enough chemicals in it to preserve us fresh for the rest of the day.
We hop on a bus to Huacachina - an oasis in the middle of 50 square km of sand dunes. That's what Big Willy says. He's our pick-up, guide, negotiator and dj-driver. We get to our hostel exactly 15 min before the time they mentioned the reservation will be kept for us. But.. Oops, there is no room available, says the guy at the reception with sparkling cactus lost eyes.. We go back to Big Willy.. 3 hotels later, we're set up with 2 beds in a 10-bed dormitory with a naked man.. We understand later that the Colombian friend is just hot.. The fan in the room makes you sweat more than cool you down.. So we decide to have a go at the local discotheque and a sip of what they call wine.. Double triple distilled wine, jenever, that's what it is! And the hot air of the salsa discotheque melts us down.. We decide to have a beer and chill at the lagoon.. Such a refreshing feeling in the quiet night... We'll not so quiet, as we go back to a hot room, the strew noise is unbearable, everybody seems to be into car parties.. Meaning a group of 3 to 7 people gathering around a car with drinks in their hands. The car stereo plays max music and they hunk the horn to put on the alarm, just to intensify the fun! Madness!

Day 1 -14th of February - Amsterdam - Lima

Woke up early in the morning, with 1000 things on my mind an no to-do list. Why waste the time writing down the things to do?! Just do it and remember later the things not done.. And just do them. Live now, sleep later! Got out in the Amsterdam cold, frozen my ass to the orthodontist. Got explanations on what braces and jaw surgery might do with my teeth. Sounds dangerous. Why can't I get a punch in the face and 3-days recovery?! It might get dirty, but at least that's a fast option ;)

Forgot about breaking teeth and packed the last items for South America. Together with that, packing for London. My uncle's car seems to small to handle all luggage.. But I say good-bye to my baby and head to Schiphol.

According to the plan, I meet up Gya and take the coffee-slow way to boarding to Lima. We're lucky enough to get upgraded to business class and start the trip with a glass of champagne. We chit-chat most of the day rather than planning our trip.. Happy times! :) 14 hours later, we land flat-bummed in Lima.. Need to move. We take the first taxi to Miraflores. Literally the first taxi. We negotiate in unknown currency and the bank card doesn't even work.. The taxi driver is also a salsa teacher, his son plays cymbals and they can all dance to musica negra. He promises us to show us where they play this music.. He forgets all about it when we get to the hotel, just wants to get loads of money. We confuse him with 3 different currencies and exchange rates, after all, we work in finance ;)

We get a pick up from Goth lady M. She's a real Peruvian who lived all over the world. So she shows us that everything is happening in Barranco and the place to be - this shabby huge bar filled with Mar de Copas fans. This is the name of an oldie but goldie rock band original from Peru. We take a cocktail and enjoy the hot weather of Lima. 3 hours later, we're wasted from the flight and the concert, we slip away in a seguro taxi, the sight of the bed is just perfect.

That moment that you realize you’re not pregnant..

The 5 longest minutes of your life, waiting for a miracle, praying to God, swearing you’re never going to let that asshole anywhere close to you, cursing him, his body, his power of attraction, your lust and inner shake when he touches you, the moment, that bloody moment, his smile, his looks, your fluids exchanging in your mouth, inside you, the pleasure and now the guiltiness and that – I’m not ready for this shit, I don’t want to abort, I just want to have a child with the right man, when we’re both ready for it, a child of love, raised in a normal family, not as a product of this destructive relationship, no, I don’t want to, I want to be small, to be taken care of, to receive unconditioned love and to have no fear, to think of the mighty things I will do when I’ll be a grownup.. YES!! F_3” you, m0%#@%8)7r, I’m not pregnant!! Now I can go out again! Relief! And a big smile on my face! J

zambete

Am obisnuit muncitorii de la constructii din Hamburg sa le zambesc si sa le zic hallo in fiecare dimineata. De acum ma vad de la o posta, se opresc din munca perfectionista germana si imi zambesc. Cred ca imi place sa introduc rutina de zambete.

Hamburg time under the Elb

So we have a big river here in Hamburg - let's not cross it on a bridge, why use a bridge?! let's just go under it, in a tunnel! Built in 75 for horse carriages, you can still take a car down there. Massive bulky construction – it’s like stepping into a Kubrick movie. It must have been really impressive 100 years ago! Now it just seems bulky, it gives you the feel of an old spa. I recommend you try the underwater feeling of Elbe. If you’re in luck, you might hear a musician play in the huge tunnel. Magical! 

Fishy time

Getting more experience with travelling doesn’t necessarily gets you closer to the destination.. almost missed my flight today, cause I forgot to check the flying time. Enjoyed walking to the gate nevertheless, just for a change to my usual running.. made it on time with a light luggage and attended meetings. Went to a weird restaurant with a discoball between the two classical candelabras.. explain this! Tried a specialty of Hamburg – fish with roasted potatoes, bacon and onions, almost felt like eating pork.. one hour of gym later, I still felt the food! What’s up with the fish in Hamburg?! 

Zmeura

Aceasta madlena proustica a copilariei mele.. oriunde ma voi afla, orice varsta voi avea, imi va ramane mereu in minte ca purtandu-ma spre zilele de vara, unde in curtea bunicilor mei, abia puteam astepta sa mai se-mpurpureasca una! O zmeura!! Iar bunica mea imi strangea cateodata cate un borcan plin, cand nu eram acolo.. si-l punea in frigider, iar sucul sangeriu se scurgea pe fundul paharul rece si aparea aburind dupa o masa copioasa.. ca-ntr-o reclama: profundul intens papilo-gustativo-revelatorul gust al zmeurei! Pana si cuvantul asta zmeura, cu alura lui de zmeu fructos.. pai ati mai auzit voi fruct cu un animal basmo-mitologic in antet? Ce, avem vreun fruct balaurara si nu stiam io? Sau opusul, printzesara.. Pe mine zmeura ma face sa salivez mai mult decat lamaia.. a copilarie.

Happy 28!

I know, it doesn’t make any sense not to turn 30, turn 29.5 and then just go backwards.. but then again, what does make sense nowadays?! And because my life is Chaos and I’m loving it, join me in a small celebration at Café Chaos!