Leymebamba
"Quand la pluie étalant ses immense trainées d'une vaste prison immite les barreaux..."
(Baudelaire)
Look back to Leymebamba. From here by lorry to the Río Marañn. We traverse a pass at 3600 m (maybe flight into the Marañon valley possible). Along the way at the fields below the pass the four of us loaded 70 hundredweights of potatoes, which are to be brought in a nocturnal drive down to the valley. Comparing it to the truck travel at the end of the Huancabamba valley I can judge therefore, you sleep better on potatoes than on pigs.
A five centimeter long exotic visitor along the way
Burning down old pampa. The smoke of the campesino fire mixes with the evening clouds. Caspar David Friedrich in Peru...
Camp at the Río Marañon, la serpiente de oro, the
golden snake (Ciro Alegria).
Futile fishing in the river, but sweet mango harvest in the gardens.
View back to the Marañon. Only where human hand is at work, the river valley prospers in green.
In shortest time we cross all climate zones: From tropical damp to desert to the moderate plains with grain fields and the pampa. Last stop before Cajamarca, Celendin. Waiting for more passengers for the collectivo.
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