Angasmarca, Perú

From Cachicadan I caught a van they call them "Combis" to Angasmarcas another small deserted town that lies beneath a giant rock surfaced hill. Here I waited another 4 hours for another Combi to pass. I sat in the square with my bags and made friends as they passed by. The icecream man, a local woman, a gang of girls playing with a top, and witnessed as various locals pulled horses through the square carrying their goods, a funeral procession passed by as the locals carried the coffin towards the church, and as school let out a swarm of children on blue sweaters smiling and yelling GRINGO as they passed by. Czytaj więcej