Walk

Departure: Somewhere around 10AM
Arrival: Somewhere around 11h30AM
Type: Walk
Distance: 2.6KM (1.6Miles)
Gear: Blue short, blues shirt, keyset, sandals, underwear, cellphone, wallet, camera...

The usual walk. There was an ambulance stationed in front of our building. I don´t know about that event. I turned right and right again. Stopped to see the mural on that place that is beeing restaured as I was eating an apple. Passed in front of the Hacienda Casino and got distracted by the guard whistling Adams Familly. I dropped the trognon and picked it up. I had that silly song in my head for a few seconds so I whistled myself and snapped my fingers a couple of times untill I stopped. I threw the trognon to the garbage and walked on the Boulevard. Passerbys..many of them. That vehicule with strange people inside passed by.  Bike riders on the bike lane. Inspected myself on that glass.

Crossed the street. I heard people saying : "He always does the same thing". They might have been talking about me because I´m a creature of habit. I don´t travel the world from Sydney to California or Bali in a Jumbo jet so most of my days happen here, in Miraflores, day after day. I live in my neighbourhood and one of the first things I do is to check the perimeter to check if something is happening around. I walk around the zone to see if a giant flying saucer is stationed above our heads, if a zombie apocalypse has started or if the Wëhrmücht is parading in the streets. I also check the weather and stuff.

I got to Larcomar. The place was already full (Because it´s "the day of the lord"). I´m a bit agoraphobic. I don´t like crouded places but I have to because I live here. I walked on the Malecon and stopped to take a picture so you can see the visibility today. So here it is. A few dissipated stratus that let a blue sky appear.

I kept walking along the shore. As usual I saw a biker using the bikelane in the wrong direction as another biker was coming in front. I stopped to take a picture of a house with a pitch roof because I´m obsessed with "pitched roofs". Unfortunatelly, the file got corrupted. The picture wasn´t so interresting anyway.

I got to the park, walked through the path. I took this picture of the shore to show the transparency of the water. As usual, many surfers because it´s Sunday and waves good enough for them to surf, as almost everyday. Althoug somedays the waves as a bit flat and slow.  

 Two french women where like "Rrrohhh..Non! Non! Non!" and chose a bench. I sat there for a while thinking as people walked in front of me. A few stopped along the parapet to observe at the sea. There was this woman who stopped. This people behind me walking their dogs. This labrador who was rubbing on the shrubs. 

I was thinking about water again. I got to the conclusion that the reason why the Huatica has disappeared is that the 8 500 000 million inhabitants of Lima, me among them, suck it dry. There is some water in the Rimac during the rain season but if you go to the center of Lima to see the main arm of the Rimac river, you´ll see nothing but a tiny stream, no wider than the Bouleure river in the Bouchonois in France. Like, they say in that Fragil Song (Avenida Larco), "el río ya no trae agua". Because they sucked it all to the last drop and no matter how much we try to save water, the needs of limeños are such that it is impossible to have water flowing during the dry winter season. Yet during the rainy season of the sierra it might flow again. Yeah! 8.5 million people and growing exponentially! But, I´m no one to say that we need a "population reduction" or "population control" measures like in China. But who knows. Why not? I don´t know..I don´t know. "population reduction", that´s a frightening concept. Dealing with those matters is above my paygrade.

A lot of people actually. I can´t remember them all. Exept for that man who got close to me talked to me and shook my hand (I think I´ve seen him before.) and that other woman who I talked to, who´s dog was sniffing my bench and seemed to be intrigued by this other apple I was eating. (Yeah, I ate 2 apples during my walk) I think the name of the dog was "Wanda". Then behind me there were these two people sitting on the grass. I recognised them from the beach. They where the owners of that black dog who likes to swim in the sea. He was there, lying on the grass with a ball on his paws.

Anyway, I stood up and headed my way. I passed in front of the Beso Frances which was emmiting a Michel Sardou song. Got under the bridge and spitted on the grasses descretly. (I still have some mucus in my throat) Sorry for that and for giving you the details. But I beleive that it´s better to expell the germs than to swallow them back, when you are sick. Don´t worry, in normal circumstances, which is most of the time, I don´t spit in the street. Maybe they should reinstore public "crachoirs", or I should use a "crachoir de poche"..or even be placed in "quarantaine" in my house untill I ´m over healing so I don´t contaminate other citizen. I came out the other way, saw that woman taking a picture as I had that silly Michel Sardou´s song in my head for a few meters. I watched the valley, admiring the gardens of the Club Terrazas and the abandonned andenes of the other shore thinking about the potencial of it.

   I got to 28 de Julio. Crossed a few people, as it is usual in a city. This woman. These tourists. Etc.. I took this picture. 

If that was what I think it is..it is sad, right? They might demolish that nice pitched roof house for a 10 level flat roof building. That´s what´s happening in Miraflores, as I explained.

 Got to Larco and thought. Exact same dilema:

1) The shorter path (About 10 meters less) but more time to wait at the green light. ( A few seconds more)

1) The longest path with less time to wait the the green light.

I chose the shortest time to wait and went through the Boulevard. I crossed the street at the corner as no cars where coming and got my way back home, safe and sound.