Moving on can be difficult...

The beach town really sucks you in. Its seductive nature causes most people to stay longer than expected. One guy intended to stay three days and is here three years later! Its not suprising given the chilled ambience, the perpetualy hot climate, the sound of the ocean singing to you day and night, the friendly faces, the sweet music, the clear night skies and gorgeous fresh food. All delicious!

I fell somewhat in love with the travelling artists who sat on a wall beside the beach selling their talented produce. They shared a free spirited attitude; living in the moment, wanting to be happy not rich, smiling and laughing all day under the sun and radiating a consistent festival vibe. I went for lunch with some of them, and hung around on the wall joining in the plays of life, watching them dread and braid hair. Someone made me a beautiful sun had out of a local plant, nessasary para mi protección! I remember someones wise words: "A day without Laughter is a day without life".

The weekend here was beautifully wild. On friday I went to a Regea club, dancing and mingling into the early hours. I was aware of language barriers but had fun communicating with people regardless. An edge to the night was given when a man spoke with increasing passion into the mic (in Spanish so i did not understand). They got louder, louder, LOUDER and more aggressive until they violently kicked a big speaker of stage and jumped into the audience in a rage, kicking and screaming with vigour. He was removed by many men, and my heart thumped a little until i danced of the adrenaline. People said he was Loco!? A schizophrenic episode? No sé.

Ive had some really magical encounters with people, bringing up alot of wonder, insight and presence. Ive also enjoyed walking alone under the moon along the pier and gazing into the waves, bringing me to a trance state. Life is incredible; often i am in awe. One thing im finding really interesting is that life seems to be giving me what i ask for, always with an unexpected twist, but nevertheless my intentions are bought to life. So, "be carefull what you wish" for comes to mind. I am bringing as much mindfullness into now as possible!

I left yesterday to Tumbes, crossing the border to Ecador and making my way to Cuenca which is where i am now. It was a very long, at times uncomfortable, journey. On the first bus an older lady sat next to me on a broken seat that tilted up and caused her to spend 11 hours leaning upon me. Dam gravity. If it was cold i could have been grateful for the extra insulation, but alas it was SUPER hot.

On the bus i met a man who runs Ayawaska retreats and invited me along. I wont be heading to his neck of the woods though. I didnt mention before, but in Cusco i did do Ayawaska. The insights and experience was very personal, and I wont be detailing it here, but i would like to say to anyone intending to take this drug to be warey of who you do it with and to ensure you feel totally safe. I ended up alone with a Shamon (i expected to be in a group but i guess no one else booked up). It was in a stunning moon lodge and with all the authentic preperations and rituals I dreamed of. However, later on in the Trip the Shamon got way too personal. All is fine, i learnt from the experience and survived etc... but I do reccomend one ensures sex therapy is not on offer (unless thats what youre looking for in which case i reccomend someone for you lol).

Now im staying in a hostel called "Hostel Magico", which has an eerie haunted house feel to it and is full of plants and surreal art work. Im alone in a room with a double bed and no windows. Its cold and wet outside. My heart is still on the beach, with Amigos i left behind. Waves of change I try to flow with you gracefully, smiling at all the angels and all the demones in the fiesta of my mind.


Much love from a Mystical flower Princess (pet name given to me on the beach)
xxx :) xxx