arrived almost on his knees, as pregrinos, but instead use car body. The theme was entrusted, who is, the moon goddess, the Virgin of Lujan, the Pachamama, the only thing that mattered was to arrive. Why you ask?
De cabronas nomás.
Habíamos salido a las 9 de la mañana de Mar del Plata, Lau, Ri, Balta y yo. La parte masculina de la organización viajera había desistido del temazcal . Ellos llegarían sólo hasta hasta Buenos Aires, a Luján seguiríamos solas.
Balta era el disc jockey. Ri al volante. Las chicas atrás. El jóven dj estaba un poco obsesivo: meta s-ka and other stuff like that. Softly as he had in his mp3 was Marley, just that we were giving him four, so that the decibels were of the same intensity as those of Led Zeppelin Ahahahhhhhhaaaaaaa shouting ... but hey, mate leaves, mate comes the girls entertain, to be counted by shouting things half covering some back speakers. None of us knew how to move the sound towards the front.
A barbecue grills so typically in those beautiful is Route 2, we cleared so much music to handle, got off the car and was the only time it rained, it will be that there was a tractor threatening cortar la ruta?.
Llegamos a Buenos Aires, calor, calor y calor, dejamos a Balta, a Ri y emprendimos nuestro viaje hacia Luján, hacia el Temazcal de Equinoccio como rezaba la propuesta con una ignota "chamana" pero que prometía por los menos saber cantos ancestrales.
Éramos dos temerarias Telma&Louises, que no sabíamos que la Panamericana ya no se llama más Panamericana, o mejor dicho sí, se sigue llamando así, pero buscar en los carteles ese nombre y no Acceso Norte, nos deparó un comienzo de viaje desde San Martín hasta al aeroparque de la ciudad de Buenos Aires, casi casi el lado opuesto hacia el que íbamos.
Choripaneros! Eu! sabéis la Where is Pan ???... said with a smile of jolygud actresses. Retomeacácruzandoelpuentelaprimerabajadaalaizquierda ... Thanks
choripanero said Telma, and the way we came back without understanding much the direction marked. Now, to find the blue or green sign, poster PAN savior said, going down the sun in the afternoon and we were in the eye as a reflector annoying, it amenizabamos with smoke a few cigarettes and were beginning to enjoy the taste adventure ... because the cartel, later we found out, would not exist. Had long since ceased marked as American, now is the Access North West, Camino del Buen Ayre, see? but at this European pajueranas, nobody had said, and to top it all the phones in my family were down, had died cousin Alicia. We
Tigre's party, or another of the tips of Buenos Aires, not necessarily that we wanted, the clinginess it was enough to enter the temazcal chub and still smelling like the zorrino.Pero will bring about how many miles over a poorly made many directions, and a few tolls pagar.Siempre told us ... seven starts, and then right, you will see a roundabout and then left, cross the station, and just there, está.Qué is, descrubimos not ever, but it was anque be arriving for dinner, almost a matter of honor. The "Shaman" led us from your cell phone and we kept saying call me many times as necessary ... supposedly already had set in for the fuegito temazcal , which made us so happy because we should not gather twigs for it. But we extrañabaque inside the tent had the phone on, at that point we did not know that such kindness was because we were the only asshole in taking such a journey, to reach a shiner where almost almost, die in the attempt.
At one point, after several neighbors approached, dirt roads, no return yuyales the sun was fading on the horizon, we arrived dead with laughter, obviously, but also tired and thirsty, we had left at 9 and arrived at 8 and a half Luján site where the ceremony would be guided to the equinox or shamanic work, or just the Mayan sauna ... as we called ourselves. The sauna the Buenos Aires and had lived in the car, and every pebble that work (as a bad indication) was further proof to our patience.
start the second part of the ritual ...
but that me da mucha más vergüenza contarlo. Lo único que les digo es que entrar en pelotas a una carpa hecha de ramas y bolsas de consorcio recubiertas de mantas de cama en vez de cueros,me recordó a la targedia de Cromagón, las piedras redondas completamente en brasas, en vez de piedra volcánica, me recordan a esos juegos de los niños inconscientes que, UY! se me escapó... y los cantos desesperados de la anfitriona, por llamar a los ancestros,más los llantos y gritos del crío ajeno, más el ajó abuelita que teníamos que decir cada vez que metían una piedra caliente en el agujero del medio de la carpa, totalmente a oscuras,me hicieron buscar a tientas una rendija pr donde escaparme en caso fire, lest his mind in the pages of newspapers Pimero two naked women completely burned luján die, then the fumes of others more outside sounds, do not know ... hard to tell eh?, an experience ... as they say, awesome. To get started human stupidity.
The very clear. Own.
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