Brukte formiddagen til å rusle rundt i Huacachina, filme litt, ta noen bilder, spise og drikke litt.
Jeg motstod fristelsen for å ta en dune buggy tur på dagtid for jeg ønsket å gjøre det på ettermiddagen for å få med meg solnedgangen i ørkenen.
Jeg satte derfor video komeraet på lading slik at det skulle være full ladet og tok ut batteriet i kameraet slik at jeg ikke skulle risikere å gå tom for strøm når jeg skulle ta bilder. Lurt å være forberedt 🙂 Når tiden var inne tok jeg med meg kameraene og møtte opp til avtalt tid og sammen med 9 andre dro vi ut i ørken.
S¨der satt jeg klar som ett egg. Klar for bl.a. å ta bilder, men den gang ei. Batteriet som jeg hadde satt til lading lå igjen på rommet. Dermed måtte jeg drasse rundt på ett kamera resten av ettermiddagen uten å få ta ett eneste bilde 😦
Denne damen her har en liten historie som omhandler myten om Huacachina.
Legenden om Huacachina
Huacachina is a name that is related huacca (which in Quechua means mourn) and the Chinese expression (female), ie weeping woman.
Legend has it that the area inhabited by a beautiful maiden, of brown eyes, black hair, black as jet; maiden sensual curves and contours, as the vessels in the Koricancha Sun of the Incas, His name was Huaccachina.
Near in the heights, lived a handsome young man with hard eyes and fierce in battle, but sweet and soft looking in peace at home, Ajall krina. The hopelessly enamored forms Huaccachina soft and polished, that of the eternal tears, so named because since his eyes were opened to life, but did not mourn, soon reciprocate this affection deep, fervent and intense happy male.
Every morning and every afternoon, Huaccachina, whose tears seemed to have dried up for ever, indulged Ajall krina, the preferences of your heart, the jewels of his tenderness, fires his soul pure and simple. But happiness is always eternal dreams flew like the wind suddenly furtive that slips through the leaves of the trees. By Order of Cuzco, provided that all the young men to leave immediately aprestaran to combat an uprising of distant warlike people. Ajall krina, soul shattered, said goodbye to his ñusta sorceress. She swore love, loyalty, love and him happy because he knew she would wait, marched with other people to reveal their rebellion, to suppress the movement sacrilegious against God-Inca.
After some time the beautiful maiden received the fateful news krina Ajall with terrible wounds, died in fighting after fighting like a lion. The beautiful princess bewitching eyes, desperate to flee pain both under the shadows, between the hills and sand knives, falling prostrate, bowed down, panting, sweaty, with tears spilling from his eyes inexhaustible. These falling into the sands led to the beautiful walled lagoon sands.
It is said that on moonlit nights, when the shadows and silence dominate the oasis, the princess leaves covered with the mantle of her hair waving in his body to keep crying the absence of the loved one, while the old carob extend their branches to ask the heavens, mercy and comfort, for the princess said Rattan, broken dreams, truncated paradise
Video fra ørken kommer senere. Nettet her er så tregt at jeg aner ikke om det kommer mens jeg er her.
It’s not the destination, but the journey, that matters. 