was walking the pilgrim trail towards Santiago de Compostela in Spain. She is Peruvian and 87 years has passed since she was born. We met her, half running and in good spirits with her daughter and grand-daughter some 110 kilometers before Santiago. I´d like to be in that shape when I reach that age.
During my visit to the remote and isolated village of Huandoval in the Ancash province in northern Peru in the eighties, I was lucky enough to be able to make a horseback excursion in the surrounding Andean mountains with the local shopkeeper.
We took off very early in the morning climbing the mighty Cordillera Blanca. Highlights on this adventure was when we after a couple of hours passed some old Inca ruins!
The road (path) in the picture at the other side of the valley is nothing less than pieces of the “Camino Real” the main road that linked Quito (Ecuador) with Cusco (Peru) in the days of the Inca empire. Quite impressive to see it like that, especially as I had no previous idea what so ever that these remains was waiting for us on this trip.
My host brought beans and guinea pig (Cuy) for lunch… yeah it´s delicios.
Turning back towards Huandoval it started to rain but luckily the shopkeeper had an extra poncho which he threw to me…
It was the beginning of Latin America. These three mestizo boys resting in this Andean valley, ones the battlefield of Cajamarca, are descendants and a result of that violent and cruel meeting between the old and the new world! Click on photo to see higher resolution
Guillermo Guzman Manzaneda at work painting “La Casona” in his studio in Huancayo, Peru 1979. Somewhere I have recordings saved where this internationally recognized artist sings indecent songs in quechua for us (the native language)