Tourists often come to Peru with distorted ideas concerning what the country is like. Narratives such as The Celestine Prophecy (no, you really can’t get to Iquitos by car, which is not the only delusion of this reading), the “phenomenon of shamanism” (which I wrote about HERE) and the visits merely to touristic Cuzco (and Sacred Valley) or the bohemian and luxurious districts of Barranco and Miraflores in Lima, offer a certain picture of the country which is pretty far-fetched compared to the grey reality of every day.
As most world travellers and bloggers – due to the world pandemic panic – headed back to their home countries and the safety nets of their comfortable housings and loving family arms, I became a castaway in a country whose language I still barely speak and where the quarantine rules are so strict I sometimes find it hard to understand what are e.g. people from Central Europe, who can still (even during the lockdown) use their cars and go to the countryside, woods and parks to connect with the nature, complaining about…
People arrive to the Cordillera Negra or Cordillera Blanca (parts of the Cordillera Occidental, the three mountain ranges in the Andes of west central Peru almost entirely located within the Ancash Region), to experience some stunning natural sceneries and the cool vibes of the famed and famous triplet of mountain towns: Huaraz, Carhuaz and Caraz. The whole area is laced with turquoise blue pristine lagoons whose water is potable and the genius loci is emphasized by the breathtaking mountain views surrounding you everywhere, combining green forests with pure white mountain peaks.
I was invited to spend a weekend with a local family in the town of Chiclayo, located about a six-hour car-drive away from Chimbote where I am currently living. The town whose nicknames are “The Capital of Friendship” or the “Pearl of the North” with its many lovely parks, shopping centres, prestigious universities and clean beaches (where recycling is normal, hurray) will make you want to stay longer than you planned…
Most Western countries would believe Latin America in general to be a place of constant fiestas and siestas, a place of powerful sunshine, lots of passion and affection, lots of drama (yes you know, like in the soap operas) and dancing in the streets. Many people would come to South America to experience the above mentioned (yes, including the dramas), not realizing some of it is just a myth (like the dancing in the streets) and in search for easily available drugs and plant medicines of various kinds. Because yes, Peru namely, is a place of rituals…
I have mentioned in my previous articles that many people go to Peru, Colombia and Brazil to experiment with spirituality and to het the touch of the exotic shamanic legacy. Rare individualists who already have some degree of spiritual practice would set off to try to reach the Mapuchi people in Chile, although they may not be admitted to the tribal communities at all. A greater number of – mainly – Westerners, however, would prefer the open arms of tribal communities in Peru and Colombia, where you simply pay for staying with the tribe of your choice online and get what you pay for. Continue reading “Spiritual Tourism – Rituals, Ceremonies and Shamanic Legacy Healing”
The Huarmey District offers some of the best beaches in the north central region of Peru. Situated about 2 hours car-drive from Chimbote and four-hour from Lima, Huarmey is an ideal place for those who love beach life as well as those seeking solitude and tranquillity.
I got to spend the weekend with Ana Lucia Pastor, a talented young Peruvian woman, who became a yoga instructor in Bali two years ago and whose house in Tortugas beach was inspired by the Balinese vibes.
When the week is coming to its end and I am closing my last workshop class for the week (with the dearly beloved kids I am teaching here) with my clothes stained by various paints, more blisters on my hands from crayon sharpening, appreciating the work of cleaning ladies as never before, I am always looking forward to another adventure somewhere around Chimbote where my blog and social networks take me for some entertaining work to do.
Some nights ago I experienced the first earthquake in my life. The epicentre was about two hours away by car and the seismographic measurements claimed the magnitude went almost as far as 6. People here have an app in their cell phones which helps them know whether the shaking is over when they get out of their houses – in their pyjamas or half naked, sleepy, this time at 4:45 in the morning.