I´m just going to have to attempt this. I took a walk yesterday through the streets of a huge outdoor market called La Vega Central. Here there are thousands of people heaving like ant colonies, moving absolutely randomly and without direction, while at the same time maintaining purpose and flow. Its curious. The smells that come from street vendors that line the walkway/road (there is only really a virtual boarder between the two) float up from the juices of rotten vegetables and slaughtered meat that flows into the streets from warehouses and ramshackle trucks. Trucks full of onions, full of apples... wooden crates and pallettes are blocking the crawling traffic and human beings weave like willing water through and around these obstacles.
The section where artisans and clothing vendors petal their wares is like nothing i´ve ever seen - steel frames support low, slanting corrugated metal slabs that seem to be precariously perched and tied down to these frames. underneath are all manner of things. In the mess of smells and sounds and catcalls that escape into the air, boundless, there are beggars and cripples, and it is true, many smiling faces. Its really only the human spirit that allows for this to go on without complete violence and mayhem. Among the colourful fabrics that hang here and there the shrouded and sunlit faces of the haggling shoppers can be seen. Really, this is a mural of humanity and it is too much to take in...
Last night a bunch of us from the hostal went out on the town - not much to write home about, party like any other party. I finally got to sleep, after some drama with falling sick drunk people in my dorm, at about 5am. Today was a day of rest and tomorrow, well, I will write about it when it happens. Only to say that i have met many people and more than half are Brasilians.
Well thats all for now, until next time...
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