November 16th, 2005


day 8

i woke up about 2 am
came down stairs a bit bleary eyed
and saw some british people checking into the hotel
the man stared at me and said
" do you know someone´s been drawing on your face? "

ahh, kitty kitty.

i sat here at the computer for hours
trying to get an FTP client that worked
found one
while all the photos were moving from the camera..
over a gig on a USB 1 transfer...

finally got all that together and realized the pictures were going to a directory on my server that is not public..
hopefully i´ll get a chance to move it before i leave
just the files..
in a tree...

then i wrote about Yesterday
accessing the notes i had written in my book
but mostly just writing..
went through the last two days
copying many parts directly from the book
and sometimes just carrying off on some tangent
re-arranging, re-phrasing

my hand-written voice is different...

but i didn´t get done
and the photos did not all get transferred...
much slower than i thought..

Jim and E and D came down and said " are you ready? it´s time to go "
so i shuffled all my things together and ran upstairs to get ready
rather quick..

back to the van..
and we waited for our new group member: Jim... from orange county
an older man.. older than my Jim, Jim S
Jim D was a nice fellow, from oklahoma originally (april 13)
i felt kinda hung over/burnt out
tired, i guess
not even 6 am and going..

we got to the airport
checked in
and the flight might have been delayed?
paid our airport tax
and headed down to the gate..

but the weather was bad..
here or there?
but we waited a long time..

another guy from another OAT trip was there
jim said..
"he reminds me of someone... some cartoon character... the father guy from the simpsons"
yeah.. he did...

it was over an hour wait..
but we
got on a bus and headed out to the... planes?

" in a Single Engine Cessna... You say we´ll never make it there... so all we do is Circle it...
til we find out where the edges are
and it bleeds into where you resist

and i know my only way
way out
is to go
so far in...

billowing out to somewhere..."
quote from tori amos circling through my head:
i´d never flown in a plane this small...

three in a row
i was in the front
crammed between two nice canadians from New Brunswick originally
now they live in calgary, alberta
very nice
they were surprised i could tell they were canadian..
how could anyone not?
the accent..

i slept once our plane got above the heavy clouds..
tips of the mountains sticking out..

woke just before we landed
all of a sudden
in the dessert.

a small town called Ica (EE-kah)

huge sand dunes
skeletons of buildings...

i could see the landing strip clearly
first time i´ve had that experience
of seeing what it looks like to land from the front...

it was nice and hot and dry
we walked around
and i remembered
that mercury went retrograde a few days ago (14th)

we were supposed to land
then take off again and fly over the Nazca lines...
then land, have lunch and go visit museums before flying back to Lima..

but everything was... something else.
we were late
so we went to the museum first

our guide was impossible to understand
and impossibly uninteresting
so we all kinda followed him around and vaguely paid attention
i snapped pictures of mummies and skulls..
then we went to a desert Oasis
there used to be 12
this is the only one left
and i wonder if they have put it together with flush toilets and farms?

jim was turned on to a sand boarder kid, i snapped his picture
and three fat men i had been watching laughed when i walked up to the "Burger Queen" van
and tried talkig with me..
so i took their picturs..

damn.. Ica is HOT.

i wish i had time to run around in the sand dunes...

back on the bus
back to the airport
fucking more (mercury) problems
they said our plane had engine trouble and they had to fix it


d & E drinking at the lounge thing
zoo behind
with a llama, alpaca... some ducks
and a condor.

a condor in a fucking cage
with a pile of rocks

i talked with him
he waddled up to me and stuck his beak out
and desperately tried to kill me.

he was VERY unhappy
and i sang him a little song of "sorry"
and tried to scope out the scene to see if i could break him out..

then D & E arrived with their camera
and a local guy opened the door to the cage
got in and grabbed the condor's comb
and wrenched him up onto the pile of rocks
then jammed his comb back into his face
causing him to hold his wings out to full span.

how... beautiful...

D had E pose on the rocks in front of the bird..

i took pictures
and helpless.

amazing animal
poor guy.


they bought lots of gold.


i saw this incredibly hot guy
wide, thick
furry dark forarms
big thick fingers
wide face
i tried to snap a picture of him
and wished i could seduce him somehow..
i feel almost inpotent here...

jim fell asleep
and we went to watch a movie about the nazca lines..

it was a bit over a half hour..
the guy talking to us told us they were a calender, maybe
gemini is a tree!

and i found out that Deetmar is a Leo (and a cardiac surgeon)
and Elizabeth is a Picese (and executive)
-- fits.

waiting more
we were all starving
and i had one more amaranth bar in my bag
and ate it

moments later
they said our plane was ready for the flight over the Nazca Plane...

it was also a single engine Cessna
but even smaller.
deetmar had to sit in the cockpit for us all to fit.

as soon as we took off
i started feeling a bit ill
and was worried that if E got sick
i´d get sick too..

the view was amazing..

amazing desert
the mountains
dead farm patches

wind swept up the dead desert mountains
jostling the plane

nausea started to rise and take over
i tried to turn the vent towards my face
and it broke and fell off onto the floor

as we got to the nazca plane (about a half hour)
i could not control it anymore
i had been trying reiki and qi-gung and grabbed for my lavendar oil
but it was too late
i grabbed the barf bag and hurled
i´d never thrown up in a plane before

so as we're sliding back and forth
turning almost perpendicular to the earth
back and forth and back and forth to see the shapes in the desert
i am
over and over and over
vomiting into a bag

all the amaranth and chocolate and water...

until it was just dry heaves
coughing up mucous...

i couldn't photograph while it was happening, of course
i had vomit on my pants and hands and beard
but jim kept trying to hand me the camera..
i refused the last time..

as we left the plane and headed back to Ica
i felt much better
and hoped i wouldn´t throw up again...

but i felt it comming
so tried to lose myself in a sexual fantasy about that guy i'd seen at the airport earlier today

it didn't work.. i threw up a few more times.

and flew out of the plane
washed the vomit off my shirt in the bathroom
and wished i could just lay down somewhere...

but no rest
had to go to lunch
some buffet somewhere
couldn't take it...

they wouldn't let me just sleep in the bus
i walked out to a court yard outside of where they were eating
and put an electrolyte packet in my water bottle
and slowly sipped it
there was a terribly loud construction noise coming from behind the fence
so i put on my new ear-plug headphones
listened to the new Broken Social Scene album
and decided to write down the sexual fantasy i had started on the plane

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just as i finished writing
Jim came out and said it was time to go..
so we headed to the tour bus..
to wait for the other Jim to come back from the bathroom

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we drove from there back to the airport
and i was feeling much better

with only a short period of time until the plane took off
i just sat and rested..
staggered onto the plane
and did my best to sleep all the way back to Lima
with my headphones on..

we got back to the hotel
and crashed pretty quickly.

i needed the rest
--- we have a long day tomorrow.