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Month: October 2012

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Carole Sakr on Lebanon

With Kristiny. Taken by Hellen.

Breaking the walls

Story from Madagascar N°4. by Joey Hesayne-Ayoub I wanted to break down those walls. We were told in advance what to expect. We were told of the villagers’ customs, beliefs, taboos, and even expectations, in detail. We were told how to act, how to respond, all in the name of ‘cultural

Temple of the Moon. Taken by Myself.

From Tambomachay to Q’enqo

Visiting Qorikancha increased my desire to see all Inca sites a thousandfold.

Incan depiction of the Milky, seen in Qorikancha. Taken by Myself.

Meeting Gabriela and the Incas

Arrived in Cuzco. I’m staying in the house of Sra. Gabriela Nishiyama which is located in Ttio La Florida, less than a minute walking from the big Pachacutec Monument, honoring the man who transformed the Kingdom of Cuzco into the Inca Empire in the mid-15th century and had famously ordered the construction of architectural wonders such as Qorikancha, Sacsayhuaman and Machu Picchu.Sra. Gabriela is of Peruvian and Japanese descent and lives in a charmingly unique-looking two-story home of humble means. Among other things, she earns money by hosting tourists such as myself.I was warmly greeted with a cup of Mate de Coca – herbal tea made using raw leaves of the Coca plant.

Photo: Night sky in Ambohibola. Taken by myself.

Looking at the Stars

by Joey Hesayne-Ayoub Kristiny seemed to have been naturally drawn towards me, and I towards her. It would take me some time before I really understood why that was the case. All I knew at the time was that she was the 11 year-old daughter of the village president and

Photo: Policewoman in front of Cusco's Cathedral. Taken by myself.

An Encounter of the Stranger Kind

It is perhaps fitting that, as I laid in Plaza de Armas in a perfectly odd area of the world, I would be approached by an even odder character.

Photo: Quechua women in Cuzco. Taken by myself

Felipe & the Quechua Language

Upon arriving at Lima’s Jorge Chavez airport – named after the Franco-Peruvian aviator who died while attempting the first air crossing of the Alps in 1910 – I was greeted by a man called Felipe Morales.

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