Tight Beats

So I recovered from the fever of death.
my thoughts as to possible causes:

1. I was bitten by a massive mesquito loaded with malaria. Because he was riddled with virus and I had just started taking the malaria pills, I had a reaction.
2. phantom disease
3. Poisoned by pool water.

What is option 3 about, you ask? Ahhh, let me explain. Well it all started a while ago, now. I needed to get to Iquitos (were I am presently stationed). To get to Iquitos, I had to get to Yurimagus, where I would catch the boat to Iquitos (a three day journey). But to do that I had to go on the busride of hell. This bus ride started with the bus being 4 hours late. Once boarded, I realized that all the seats had been sold out towns ago, all seats, including mine. I was not the only person in this predicament. There were about 4 of us. The others were headed back towards the drivers cab. I sat in the aisle. Suddenly I was rushed by the other seatless. They pushed me back and started hissing at me while gesturing towards a seat with a small child in it. I realized they were all doubling up or hiding behind other seats. What was going on?? Then I heard someone else boarding the bus. There was more hissing in my direction, now by all the occupants of the bus. I squished in next to the children (there were 3 of them now, displaced from other surrounding seats). As soon as I did this, a policeman entered from the drivers cab. I understood now. Inspections. Ridiculously, we passed. For which, I, along with the rest of the crew, was incredibly grateful. No way was I waiting around another 12 hours for a less crowded bus. Once the policeman got off I, along with the other displaced, headed back towards the drivers cab. We all took seats by the driver or on the bus steps. These people were thrilled to have a gringa in their presence. They all started asking questions. Was was my name? Where was I from? What kind of music did I like? What about Guns n Roses? Did I like them? So, I spent the first 5 hours of that bus journey trying to sleep on the steps of the bus while it decended from the mountains via a series of hairpin turns. Oh and all the while "Welcome to the Jungle" and "Hotel California" where blasting at max volume. I think this was my bus¨s way of trying to make me feel at home.
By around 3am enough people had gotten off the bus so that I could have a seat. That bus journey lasted for a total of 48 hours. By the time I got off my body was a painful lump, limp from being squeezed, unmoving into small spaces for almost 2 days. I was also rather dirty and very hot. But this was insubstantial. I had read in my guidebook that there was a hotel with a small pool. This was what I needed. I pool with cool, sparkling waters with which to rejuvinate my body. I found the hotel; it did in fact have a very small pool. One with a thin layer of insect carcasses floating on top. But I cared not. I was going for a swim. I could not even be disuaded by the fact that I had no bathing suit. So I went swimming, in my underwear, for over a half hour, in a pool of dead bugs. And I loved it; it was great, and also the possible reason for my mysterious illness.
Anyway, I finally made it to Iquitos (my present station) and I should be at the butterfly farm by tonight.

Anyway as a parting gift, I am attempting to put up some links to SUPER DOPE BEATS!!! Check em out bammas!!

HOT!! Its like James Brown goes to Ethiopia. All the lyrics are in Amharic. By Alemayehu Eshete & Hirut Beqele.
temeles

A tight mashup of Ghostface Killah and Ghostland Observatory done by Car Stereo(Wars) called ghostface observatory.
car stereo

Another really good remix is one I def cannot get a link going for. But try to find it somewhere on the web. Its the Beyond the Wizards Sleeve remix of "Young Folks" by Peter Bjorn and John, featuring Victoria Bergsman (the lead singer for The Concretes, who I am crazy about--her voice is soo good)

ok thats all for now folks!

Recent conversation with a nice old man who owned a bakery

me: can I have some cake, please?
old man: hello,what is your name?
me: Teresa
old man: And where are you from?
me: the united states
old man: you are pretty, but you have a bad president
me: (laugh) yes. I don´t like him. he is bad.
old man: something, something, cuba, something
me: mmm. yes Bush is a bad man.
old man: more somethings, cuba, somethings.
me: mmmmmmm. How much does that cake cost?
old man: one sole.($.30)What do you do?
me: I work at a bar
old man: you are not an artist?
me: umm, no. I like writing, but it´s very hard to get a job writing.
old man: by yourself, yes. You need a group, a union. Then it is possible.

I like old men. They sell me cake and make wise statements about how i need to join a union....aka a CRAZY ARTIST COLLECTIVE!!! Damn people. Even an 60 yr old Peruvian man gets it. In order to have orgies, be the zeitgeist, create an art revolution, stick it to the man, and other such activities, one must have a group. (mom and dad: don´t worry, I¨m not really into orgies, it just sounded good).

ok. Anyway, I have a fever of a million degrees and my whole body is in pain. So no more blogging for the day; my drugs are going to wear off very soon. Here are some more pics to make you happy, and hopefully my fever will break soon and I will be able to write you a witty, detailed account of the past two weeks so that you will stop sending me angry emails about how I am being a very irresponsible blogger who obviously does not care about the blogging needs of the people back home, how could I be so insensitive, damn it.


On the boat to Iquitos

From the window of the bus to Chachapoyas