One evening, in an Ayahuasca ceremony, Maestro Elias sang back to me the first twenty-six years of my life.
Archive for the ‘Peru’ Category
I’m clearing out the rest of my fish photos from Belen. These photos represent a busy morning with lots of shopping and conversing across tables full of fish. There were also turtles, which were especially gruesome to look at. Click at your own discretion.
I’m flying to Southern California after work today to spend time with family for a couple of weeks. It will be a working vacation, but I’ll have the afternoons and weekends free. I’m so looking forward to seeing everyone.
Iquitos: motorcycles, mopeds, and mototaxis. Welcome to the work week!
These are unprocessed cassava roots, known as yuca in Peru. Below, the yuca has been processed into powder.
Interesting notes on Cassava, from Wikipedia:
- Extensively cultivated as an annual crop in South America
- The third-largest source of carbohydrates for meals in the world
- Is toxic if not cooked properly
- The root contains significant amounts of calcium, phosphorus, and vitamin C
- The leaves are a good source of protein
- First domesticated in Brazil 10,000 years ago
- It does well on poor soils and with low rainfall
- Since it can be harvested year-round, it acts as a famine reserve
- Can serve as a side-dish, cake or cereal
- Used in purées, dumplings, soups, stews, and gravies
- Boba tapioca pearls are made from cassava root
- Used to make liquor and beer
- Leaves are used to treat hypertension, headache, and pain.
My first morning in Iquitos, I had this delicious drink that tasted like cake batter. I love cake batter. The women in the market beat a large bowl of egg whites into fluffy cloud consistency… biceps, triceps, shoulder complex workOUT! Then they pour you a glass of half egg-white, and half tea or beer. It was so good!
My server didn’t mind me taking her photo. I asked. But the egg beater next to her was making fun of her for it, and let out a hoot and howl when I told this woman I loved the color of her lipstick juxtaposed against the blue wall. My magenta lipped lady smiled at the hoot-howl, a bit embarrassed, as I took this photo.
If you make a broth from these fish, it will put you to sleep. Of all the fish I saw at Belen, I was most impressed with these. They were so beautiful in their fierce angles and soldier browns.
The fish in this basket were still alive.
Each pile costs a little over $1 USD.
A boy walks along the outside of the medicine section at Belen Market.
7am. Lucinda defeathers a duck.
Something is birthing now. An awareness is coming to us that is totally fresh, and we’re discovering that we’re living parts of a living Earth. Our sense of self becomes inseperable from the living planet. That’s a shift of mind. That’s an awakening of consciouness.
It’s an ancient sensibility but it’s also a new sensibility. This shift means that human love is now being extended into the whole community of life and that will fundamentally shape who we wiil be as humans.
From the documentary, Call of Life: Facing the Mass Extinction
If you could go back and give your 17 year old self some advice, what would it be? I think I would tell the 17 yr old me to not get married to the first person who was kind to me. To explore the world and learn about myself and what I like before committing to school. That everything would be ok. That I was actually a lot more capable than I thought I was.
Last week, I had the opportunity to interview two amazing men who crusade for fatherless teen boys living in San Diego County. They step in when these kids really need to hear that Everything is going to be ok… you’re going to have a great life if you just get through this. They are putting on a 100 Wave Challenge next month to raise money for their cause. You can read all about what they do here: 100 Wave Challenge Supports Boys Becoming Good Men.
There are many different ways to live in the world. Traveling, and seeing how people live, educates us in the depth and complexity of the human spirit.
Here, I’m standing at the exit of Belen’s meat market, ready to go to the outside and check out all the fish.
In other news, Farley got bit today by a German Shepherd on our morning walk. So many people keep their dogs chained, or on roofs, or alone in their yard. In turn, the dogs turn mean and vicious. This particular dog was able to get a hold of Farley’s foot and face through the cracks in his fence. As much as I wanted to kick that dog in the teeth, I realize his aggressiveness is to due the ignorance and/or laziness of the owner. Anyway, Farley cried and cried and I gave him little hugs in the middle of the road as he held up his bleeding paw for me to look at while milking all my hugs.
Painted on a wall along the boardwalk boulevard in Iquitos. I would replace the word tourism with terrorism.
These vultures are on the other side of the boy flying the kite. The steps he stands on lead to this shanty town, Belen.
Belen sits on the banks of the Amazon. When the water rises, the stilted houses rest on the river. Trash moves in and vultures feast.
A boy flies a small, white kite on the steps that lead to the slums of Belen.
The boy prepares the stalks and passes them to the women you see below. In turn, they pull the stalk into threads like you would string cheese. People purchase these strings and use them in salads.
I can’t remember what the stalk is called. I should have had pen and paper on me!