Saturday, June 30, 2012

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My full moon day of weirdness came with Antonia, the 'hefer' at Hostal Jofre (La Serena not so serene), got her period and went slightly wacko.  
The previous night, after I'd told her to expect Carlos, and offered to pay for his room in advance, she wouldn't let Carlos in, as 'too late,' at 2200 (10P.M.)!  So, poor Carlos, without dinero returned to the Bus Estacion, and spent the night on a plastic bench.
Thus, a knock at #5, brought a slightly beleaguered Carlos, who couldn't understand Antonia's behavior…  
Then there was some 'wa-wa' (from Antonia) about I had to go, this without any warning.  The 'wa-wa,' was about some member of the family needed assistance and they had to drive two hours to take care of this situation.  I guess she didn't want me staying there while she was gone (no backup)…?  But, there were other guests, albeit Chilianos, and they didn't have to leave.  Maybe it had to do with the fact, I'm a foreigner, or Americano, or maybe she just didn't like me!  Or, maybe it was because I'd left the water heater on, which costs money. 'Hit the road, toad!' But, this was the first time in Chile, I've had trouble with a Chilean.  
Carlos explained Antonia's capriciousness by suggesting she's just unhappy, the kind of person who likes to make others unhappy.  Ah, personas, 7 billion, and 7 billion 'lose canons on the deck!'
But, in a way I was happy to go, the room so small I could barely turn around in it.    I wasn't paying very much, but 12KCLPs / $24U.S. per night.  At the new place, Tres Medallas, 'Hector and Gabriella' co 'hefes,' it's more at $30U.S. a noche.
I sent Carlos to the Bus Estacion to get some informacion, this about my ticket to San Pedro.  I packed while he was gone.  By the time (una hora) he returned I had organized things, and had him start moving my stuff 50M to the north, where I am now, on the same calle Rgte. Coquimbo. 
I've moved so many times in my life, I'm very efficient, and everything 'shifted' in no time.  
Prior to all this full-moon madness (via Antonia) Carlos had installed my new Shimano XT Deore, rear derailleur.  There were some other minor things, like loosening my left pedal (so I can do myself when I need to change), checking the spokes for tightness, and I learned something… You don't want them too tight. Also, he installed a metal guard to protect the new derailleur (bus drivers loading just throw them on top).  And the total tab, including the trip up from Santiago, 80KCLPs / $160U.S.  
Best of all, Carlos, at only 23-years of age, very English educated, and wants to become a cycling tour guide.  I just happen to know exactly where he might find such a job.  But, he's not out of the Universidad (in Santiago) until next September.  I invited him to join us in Peru.  We had instant rapport as we'd met one time before when he had installed the crankset I had purchased at Bicicletas Margo, Santiago (where when not in school, he is a bicicleta mechanico).  He's just basically a good kid that I'm going to help, maybe the new 'Richard?' 
Carlos wanted to ride to the beach, some 8KM to the west.  There we walked on sand looking out at Nuevo Zelanda some 10,000KM distance.  There was a group of middle-aged women practicing yoga (Carlos used the English/Hindu word 'yoga'). 
We rode on the adjacent bicicleta path south and into a 5KM footrace.  
Then back to the Bus Estacion for more informacion por mi, like times of departures… The TUR-BUS (name of a tourist bus company), goes 4X per dia:  at 0100, 0500, 1600 (4P.), and 1800 (6P.).  It takes 16 hours to traverse the 1,100KM / 650 miles (60KMAPH)… I wonder if I'll go mad sitting in a bus seat for 16 hours?  I need to start out completely…  And the cost of the fare, including 'overweight,' is at least $80U.S. 
I'm waiting now to get informacion from nuevo amigo Sebastian, as he says he was born in San Pedro, and still has a friend living there.  This is perfect, if it works out…  
I'm looking forward so much to being in a drier, sunnier clime!  Gad, I've had enough of overcast and rain, in the 'Year of the Water Dragon!'  
I take Carlos to lunch returning to Galy, where I'd eaten lunch the previous day. We both enjoyed the 'pescado frito,' with chips.  Essentially it's 'Fish 'n Chips,' con/with ensaladas.   
I've been eating fish since being near the Oceano Pacifico (hoping less polluted so far south).  La Serena is just adjacent to Coquimbo, an old Chilean seaport where the fishing boats come and go.  Soon I'll be inland (San Pedro), and less pescado.
After lunch I took young Carlos to 'Coffee Express,' which has the best cafe lattes in Chile so far.  He had a different kind of coffee drink and we split some 'Kuchen de Manzana,' better known as apple pie.  
Then on to check out the only bicicleta shop in La Serena (the man never looked up), and back to Estacion for his bus departing for Santiago at 3:45P. (1545 horas).   We parted friends, me 'grandpa,' and him a new Chilean 'grandson.'  
I cranked back to where I'd snubbed a street poet (earlier with Carolos) as was feeling guilty about this.  The first time around the corner, I waved the poet off, as, of course, in a hurry!  But, he was gone by the time I returned.  I hardly ever pass anyone in need without donating something -- our way!
Afterwards, and returning to my new Hostal, I was looking for both an ATM and a toilet.  I think they should combine the two (services).  Plenty of ATMs in Chile, but few toilets (banos)!
Finally, back at Tres Medallas (my new Hostal), I got comfortable in room #3, organizing things as to find conveniently.
I ended up buying dinner out of their kitchen, as the stove wouldn't light in the community cocina. But, lucky as they served a wonderful fish stew (for $4U.S.).
What an interesting full-moon day, to sum up, from getting thrown out of one Hostal, moving into another, to getting Mr. Fetes a new rear derailleur, to cycling around La Serena for the first time.  I hadn't planned to check out the beach, but glad I did now.  From eating so well (and…), to finally adjusting to new surroundings, my life... a veritable cornucopia of experiences! 
Hutch
discovering the world by bicycle!

300612 BLOK / T.T.


300612 BLOK / T.T.

What does ecstasy mean to you?
Once achieved, Tantric Taoism is ecstasy (Supreme Bliss) 24/7!
With 'know' beginning, there is 'know' ending!
Simultaneity!
Singularity!

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Friday, June 29, 2012

290612 BLOK / T.T.



Singularity

A new Continent fuck,
Sweeter than stevia,
The Honeymoon continues…

The Guan Yin is 
Everything vibrating simultaneously,
Simultaneity!
Renoyin!
Reunno!
Tantric Taoism,
Spiritual Intercourse,
Supreme Bliss,
The Union of 
Compassion and Wisdom,
Unconditional love!
'Going back and forth,
Until we are lost in each other,
'Knot noing'
Which is which,
'Butt knot' really caring!
Singularity,
At least 49%!

(soon in Spanish)

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280612 BLOK


280612 BLOK
Here we are in La Serena, Region #4, arriving yesterday, the 27th of Junio.  But, to recap since Los Vilos:
2506 'Lunes' 'Weather Christmas' in the Southern Hemisphere)  Note, check out the explanation at Wikipedia.  Basically, people in the opposite Hemisphere celebrate 'Christmas,' as to the weather on June 25th.  For example, in the Northern Hemisphere, summertime warmth:  t-shirts and shorts, sandels, sun tanning, barbeques, but in the Southern Hemisphere, just the opposite:  long underwear, yule logs, fires that gather people around an indoor tree for hot toddies.  A new holiday, 'Weather Christmas!'  But, instead of giving/getting gifts, the more you have, the more you give away.  A Potlatch kind of idea!
Up at 0700
Off at 0930 (less time to prepare when staying overnight indoors;  less to deal with)
It's all up and down, many hills, as in western China, the slow sloping kind, sweeping, barren valleys, overcast, boring!
But, as time goes it clears up and becomes sunny.
The terrain becomes interesting as we go through a canyon.  I see a resort (?) and think about stopping for the night, indoors.  I go on… 
Up ahead I see a highway sign that reads, 'El Palomar 20KM.'  I decide it must be large enough, thus my goal for the day.  El Palomar is not on my mapa, and never materializes.  
About 3:30P.M  I see a restaurant, and pull in.  It's closed, but around the corner, an hombre, with small child, sticks his head out of a window (alerted by the barking dogs).  First, I ask if there's a bed (camas) for one night.  No.  Then I ask it I can camp there for one night.  He says O.K.  I offer money, but his response is 'manana.'   I tell him I'll eat in the restaurant opening at 6P.M.  I never make it, as too tired.
I go to the grass patch on the south side of the building, and start to unload.  But, then because of the sun, I decide best to look around more before setting up here.  You learn to take your time picking a spot.  It's your 'house' for 12 hours.
Sure enough, my walk proves a better spot in the back, further from the annoying sound of the incessant traffic, and a chance for the sun to dry the tent in the morning.  I return, load up and push 100mts. to a flat open spot, behind and to the left of the restaurant building.  Just adjacent their tethered horse.  I make sure it's tethered as you don't want a horse walking over your tent in the night.  I've had sheep do this.
I set up my tent, dealing with their dogs.  
The unwashed here in Chile treat dogs like they do in China, not much.  Thus, they're starved for just about everything.  These affection, and I made such friends, as they became pests.   First, barking suspicious and aggressive.  Then docile and wanting more and more.  I finally have to 'get tough.'
I make tea, and cook rice.
The sun sets over the Ocean horizon.
I'm in my sleeping bag by 1900 hours, or 7.P.M.
75KM in six hours.
'Little by little, row by row, got to make this garden grow!' 
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The sound of the traffic, so loud, kept me in and out of consciousness all night long.  The Ocean energy seems to carry sounds louder near it.
I'm up at 0700, but camping takes longer and I'm not rolling until 10:30.  On the way out, I stop and pay last night's hombre 2,000CLP / $4U.S.  He's happy.  I wave good bye to the young boy watching me depart from a front window.  He waves me on!  You can only imagine what life is like for a young boy under the circumstances. He's probably never seen a 'gringo viejo' on such a bicycle before!
It's foggy and depressing.
I slog through some steep hills, and a building head wind. 
I spy some trucks with low flatbed trailers (easy to load Mr. Fetes onto), and ask them about a lift.  They explain the police nearby.  I thank them and go on.
Up ahead I spy a parked pickup truck, but no driver.  I straddle the guard rails to get to a house on the other side (of this 4-lane, limited access, Expressway).  There's on one around.  I return and keep going, but wearier and needing help from James B. and Mr. Fetes.  'Get me up this hill, please!'  They respond.   I keep going.
Up the hill, at a bend there's some facilities across, where trucks are parked. Around the bend I spy an hombre painting his modern-looking house.
I lean Mr. Fetes against a barbed-wire fence, and explain to the man, about my ankle.  I need a ride, offering to pay to La Serena.  He thinks about it for a moment and then agrees.  I'm saved.
We load up Mr. Fetes in the back of his pickup and head north.  He doesn't speak much English, but I finally understand his parents live in Denver, Colorado.  We shake hands.
We drive up and down through the hills, for something like 70KM.  Of course, in a motor vehicle, this takes maybe one hour.  He's a cautious driver.  Then he lets me out at a crest of a shallow rise, explaining it's all downhill into La Serena from here.
I give him 10,000CLP / $20U.S.  He helps unload Mr. Fetes, and I thank him again and again.
Now, late afternoon, I'm wondering where for the night.  I'm still something like 100KM south of La Serena.
Down into a river valley, I see a small community.  This turns out to be the junction of highway #505, to Ovalle. It's Quebraba Sera, a dusty little community at junction 5/505.  When I arrive boys are playing football on a dirt field.
I ask a woman in the general store about a motel.  She hands a hobo some cigarettes.  She informs me, even takes me outside to point out a building.
I push Mr. Fetes to this restaurant, supposed motel.  The woman there says no, no rooms in this Inn. I ask about camping.  She doesn't know.
I push to a mechanic working outside under a shelter.  He's agreeable, and shows me his backyard.  I decline.  He explains something about down and to the right in a grove of trees (arboles).  I go and run into the hobo (of earlier in the General Store).  I stop and give him 5,000CLP /  $10U.S.  He's stunned.  I say, 'comida,' and gesture to the restaurant.  He smiles and thanks me.
I investigate the grove, next to many huge parked trucks.  I ask an hombre at an adjacent shack if O.K.  Nobody seems to care -- must be many transients come through and camp.
I encounter a woman passing by, and she explains there's a better place east on highway #505.
I go to discover an open barbed-wire fence and an area where many have camped.  It's secluded and far enough from the Expressway to barely hear the passing trucks.
I survey the area looking for the perfect spot.  
You learn how to camp by experience.  You have to be careful with your selection, considering many possibilities.  I don't like low spots, rocky, trashy, or under trees.  I try to notice where the sun will arise, to dry my tent fly quickly in the morning.  I pick my spot, unload, and set up camp.
It's been an arduous day, but positive as I've come so far in such a short time:  40 cycling, 70 driven in a truck.  Thus, there's only something like 80KM., my goal for the morrow;  La Serena.
I'm savoring my rice by 1840 or 6:40P.M. and in my bag by 1900 hours.  But, I have trouble sleeping (my usual syndrome).  But, finally, I drift off and have dreams I can't remember the content now of…  But, I've been having some interesting dreams…
Ah, 'We are things that dreams are made of,' wrote Shakespeare.  Maybe I'm a butterfly dreaming I'm a man.. Maybe I'm a woman…
270512 from Quebrada Sera to La Serena (some 80KM)...
I have a good night, as it's quiet where I lay on Mother Earth.  A few dogs barked in the distance, but nothing to keep me agitated, as in China.
I'm up at the usual time, 0700, and rolling by 0930, a veritable 'text book,' preparation/pack/and go (from years of practicing).  You have to be organized, and know where things go...
Walking past my tent an hombre yells out, 'Hola!'  He goes on to explain some horses will be passing by, just warning me.
This is something to be aware when bush camping, like, where is the livestock?  Which side of the fence are they on?  I've had sheep eat over my tent, an interesting experience.
When this four-legged finally comes, however, there's only one, and s/he high-tails it directly for breakfast.
I pack up my dry tent, and push to the gate, which is now been closed.  Luckily it was open last night or I couldn't have camped where I did (inside).
I never open gates, the rule:  leave things as they are (when you discover).
I crank to the General Store, and am there by 0940.  It's not open, and I think probably at 1000.  Note, Chileans aren't early people.  I wait several minutes, take a foto, and then decide I can do with the water I'm carrying.
I'm going up the first hill by 1000.
Again, it's basically up and down, and lucky my ankle better.  It's not like I thought the guy who drove me yesterday described.  I had thought it was a straight and flat shot all the way... But, you take what comes...  The guy did save me 70KM and some steepest of the hills.
Approaching a tollgate (every 100KM) I check out the situation to the right, as wanting to avoid the traffic lanes.  But, there's a cable all the way across blocking access.  So, I slip into the space beside a paying truck.  The truck pulls out and the toll taker, a woman, spies me coming.  She yells, 'No, no!  Stop!' gesturing at something.  But, too late and I grease by setting off the alarm bell.  I gesture 'lo siento!' or sorry, but keep going!  Then, for a time I get paranoid about her sending the police after me.  I know she was pissed.  But, they never come.  Actually, I'd be glad to pay a toll, and think maybe there should be for cyclists (more revenue).  Motorcycles pay 700CLP / $1.50U.S.  Bicycles could pay 500CLP / $1U.S.
Later, the sun comes out, but with it a head wind.
I stop for a short break, some energy food, water, and rest my feet. The trucks and busses blast past, incessant in their rush!
It's barren country, then nearing Coquimbo the terrain turns rocky and more interesting (many crosses and a few shrines).
At the top of the final hill I get a view of the Coquimbo Harbor, a large cross on a hill overlooking, and La Serena in the distance.  La Serena appears much larger than expected.  And as Ruta 5 descends into the morass, it becomes apparent this is a rerun of Santiago.  At one point a truck forces me into the dirt.  There's no paved shoulder (bicycle lane) is some sections.  My left foot begins to ache, maybe from the tension.  I'm wanting to get there badly at this point.  I say a silent prayer for help finding a Hostal.
We turn right as if on 'auto pilot.'  I stop and ask several people for a 'Motel,' and/or 'Hostal -- we've manage to locate 'Centro.'  The second, a young man on a bicycle, directs me to an area where there are many he says.
There's no 'room at the Inn' at the first two where I stop and ask.
At the third (Hostal Jofre on 'Rgmte. Coquimbo') a friendly older man wearing a baseball cap invites me in.  At first glance my prayer has been answered.  He charges only 12KCLP / $24U.S. for a private room (with banos).  He wants me to sign the register, Wimbledon Tennis on in the b.g.  He shows me the community kitchen.   I seem to be the only guest... Later I find out why!
I move into room #5, too small twin beds taking up the floor.  I have to be careful not to bang my knees.     
After I unload and get organized, etc. I walk to the nearest restaurante.  Note, I never find the one Antonio has recommended,  and I'm too hungry to search for too long!  I stop at the first restaurante that's open and have fish/chips, for $4 U.S.
Back in #5, I take a hot shower!
I'm in bed by 1930 hours (7:30P.M.).   The room is cold, and the bed is too soft, but I've put my down sleeping bag over me and drift off too tired to even think much.
It's been a fairly strenuous cycling day, but 75KM not the 80KM. as originally thought.  I've managed the 75 in just 5 hours, for an average of 15KMPH, and this for me is moving along pretty good.
 



Thursday, June 28, 2012

240612 BLOK


240612 BLOK
We're In Los VIlos, some 230KM north of SantIago, and lIkIng ChIle more and more the further we get north (warmer and drIer).
Tomorrow Is 'weather  ChrIstmas' In the Southern HemIsphere (somethIng I 'Invented' as the weather equIvalent to 25 December (ChrIstmas) In the No. HemIsphere).  Note, the 25 December ChrIstmas here, summer warm, t-shirts and shorts the Christmas tree out on the veranda.  
So, 'Merry weather ChrIstmas!' (Poinsettias in bloom, proving such!)

2306, departIng La LIgua (earlier)…
I'm up at 0700  The room Is cold as no heat (standard in these parts as not so low temperatures).  But, good news, the laxatIve has worked!  ConstIpatIon Is a sometImes problem for me, caused thIs tIme by the change of contInents, countrIes, food, tIme-zone dIfference.  My body has to adjust, and at 72, adjusts slowly.   It all goes in Duality.
I do the usual drIll (prep, breakfast, load), wIth a guy named LuIs helpIng me In la cocIna (the kItchen).  
LuIs, and I have a good conversatIon, as much as I can understand each other.  I learn a lIttle SpanIsh.  He learns a lIttle EnglIsh.  He's a nice guy, eager to help, attentive, interested, generous. 
I'm off at 0930, wIth 80+KM to go for the day's goal (Los VIlos).
It's up and down, but the north-south Expressway ('Ruta 5') has no steep grades, but nonetheless It's arduous carryIng 60KG (plus me, another 62KG, of course).
Atop one hIll I get my fIrst glImpse of 'Oceano Pasifico.'  
I remember beIng on an eastern beach of N.Z., almost eight months ago, standing there lookIng out an an endless ocean horizon and thInkIng… ChIle Is out there, some 10,000KM.  Now, just the reverse;  Jim is out there 10K KM west, sitting at his computer, in his 100-year old house on Ashton Road, Mt Eden, Auckland, New Zealand.  There's musica in the air. 
I get much encouragement from passIng vehIcles as I'm the only one crazy enough to be doIng thIs, and In wInter no less. A pIckup truck passes me, a young man hangIng out the wIndow yellIng somethIng wIth thumbs up!  Trucks honk at me!  At one poInt a ChIlean man named Carlos stops me and wants a pIcture wIth me.  He can speak some EnglIsh and wants to know all about my adventures.  Later the same pIckup truck as before (kids hanging out), now travelIng the opposIte dIrectIon (south), honks wIldly! All of thIs heartens us -- encouragement!  C'mon Ron, get out here wIth me!  (Note, Ron Is a ScottIsh-Canadian cyclIst I met In SantIago, reticent to 'Just Get Out There and Do IT.'  We had a saying in Viet Nam, "Every day Charlie sits out in the jungle he gets stronger!  Every day I stay here I get weaker!).  Choose strength!  Choose weakness!
Best of all, I have a strong helpIng wInd from the south!   Of course when you're tired, or going up a steep hill you want wind helping you.  But, a headwind and a hill is the most challenging.  Of course all this without killing yourself!
But, the last hIll a kIller (more lIke a 5% grade) and long (2KM).  Plus, the dIstance more lIke 90KM from where I started In La LIgua (10KM off 'Ruta 5').  At the top I rest, sitting on the ground leaning against a wire fence.  I have something to eat, some dried Kiwi slices I bought at a health-food store in Santiago.  I stare out at the Ocean.
In the direction, some 1,000KM is Robinson Crusoe Island.  I never knew it was off the coast of Chile… I think about him, an Englishman as I remember, getting shipped wrecked on a South Pacific Ocean island, and then subduing nature (surviving) alone for something like 20 years.  Man has had some adventures.  And we're on one now…
Then, at last, It's down hIll Into Los VIlos.
FrancIso, at Hostal RegIne, back In La LIgua,  made a reservatIon for me at Cabana Los VIlos.  But, I spy another near the Expressway and stop to InquIre.  My InstInct tells me to move on, as the woman seemIngly unpleasant, plus she started at 16, but when I hesitated she came down to 15K.  But, we shouldn't prejudge… She might be under some distress!  
What is wisdom?  Knowledge combined with actual experience.  That's why 'getting out there and doing it,' is so important.  Experience, pain, the great teachers of all.  Wisdom, experience, con knowledge, a instinct!  For me, it's being guided.  Us!
Up ahead there's a sign for another Hostel and we stop agaIn to check this one, down a dirt stet, out.  A smIlIng woman (proprIetor) InvItes me In, and I end up In a 'cabIn' (cabana) for 30,000CLP / $15U.S. per nIght.  I walked in the room and the sun was bathing it with 'yes!  This is the place!'  
I've been so desperate for the sun, 7 months in New Zealand, and six weeks in Santiago. 'Y'all come back now, you 'here!'' 
Later, I call and cancel my reservatIon at Cabana Los VIlos (down on the beach).  Francisco puts his English speaking wife on the telephone.  I try to explain, but not very well as they call back.  Francisco is worried I'm up the creek without a paddle.  I had to explain again.  I don't like to inconvenience people.  If you make a reservation for anything and can't be there, etc., call and cancel.  It's simple courtesy, and we need more of it in the world!  There's too much not doing, 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!'  Thank you, Mother Mary!
I cooked rice in la cocina -- I guess this is what defines a 'cabana,' a kitchen, bath, ('en suite' in Kiwiese) -- more than just a bed.  But, there's a problem with the gas, it won't go on.  No wonder my shower turned cold (getting used to cold-water showers, and maybe stronger for them).  I go knock on Nelly's door, and she opens after a time.  I explain, no gas in la cocina.'  We end up dragging a heavy propane tank 20mts. and swapping out the empty for the full.  It works.  I cook.
After, taking care of other business, Mr. Fetes, like a horse you have to feed, dry hanging some cycling garb, getting organized, resting in the setting sun, processing fotos, brushing my teeth -- there's a 1,001 things you have to do living this way on your own, no direction known, like a rolling God stone!  I turn on Ms. Koobcam and discover a WIFI signal that requires no password.  And the signal, albeit weak, enough for email.  We have come to the 'write' place!
When the sun goes down, I go down!  I'm a sun sign person, a dragon that rules the sky.  
I loved Scott Turow's 'Presumed Innocent,' novel of crime, corruption, the legal system, and human nature (God knows why we do things.).   It's so convoluted, as to have you never guess the murderer -- more like a mystery.  But, I don't know how they would turn this into a cogent movie, there's too much.   
A story nee novel is a mystery solved (why invented).  A parable is a mystery that begs the question… Life, why?
On the downside, the content, revealing how corrupt we are, having perverted a blind justice system.  Now, it's 'just us,' with the money -- it having become God, of course. How contrived the bullshit is, to get rich or save your ass, stealing everything blind!  We, Americans, have turned 'The American Dream,' into Ka ka!  It's shit, capitalism, having brought out the worse in each of us (It's fatal flaw!).  And now every country in the world following us down this road to destruction…
My prediction… The whole thing will collapse, but then out of the ashes a regeneration of something better!
The Spiritual energy is shifting from Tibet to the tri-meeting of Peru, Bolivia, and Chile.  
There's revolution in the air, Che ain't dead!  And we pick up the 'gauntlet!'  Is this being 'safe,' or 'unsafe,' J.A.?

Friday, June 22, 2012

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210612 BLOK, north of Santiago on their only north-south highway ('Ruta Cinco')

I'm in a 'residencia,' (boutique hotel) called La Reine, this in La LIgua, a small town (ciudad or pueblo), some 150KM north of Santiago, and the beginning of the 'real' Chile to me.  Of course, Santiago isn't, just like New York City isn't America.
It's been both a challenging, and rewarding the first two days on the road again.  Just getting out of Santiago, was a major an accomplishment.  I can't ever imagine returning, but I've learned never to say never!
I departed in the dark after arising at 0330.  This to avoid as much traffico as possible.  And, by in large, it worked, as I zipped along and was on 'Ruta #5,' within one hour (about 0630).  But, I was amazed at how much traffico there was at such an early hour.  This was my first experience on this major commercial route some six lanes of pounded concrete.  I'm happy to discover that it has ,, for the most part, has a paved 'shoulder,' more than 2 meters wide.  Shame on you, New Zealand!  But, this 'shoulder,' or stopping lane is not well maintained, so you have to be careful watching for pot holes and debris.  Of course, the money goes where the taxes come from, the heavy trucks, buses, and automobiles zooming by at 120KMPH.  Bicycles… They're for us poor people.
It was an overcast day for Winter Solstice (in the Southern Hemisphere).  There wasn't much light in the sky until 0930.  My first foto is of a memorial for a traffico fatality (at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/).  These are similar to ones in every country, relatives wanting to mark the spot (why I'll never know).  In Chile, they put a picture of the deceased in front of a Catholic 'shrine,'  a little 'house,' with a figurine of the Virgin Mary.  Of course, there's always a cross, this similar to New Zealand.  Note, few people know what a cross symbolizes…
Where there was light enough, I stopped to put on my new 'clipless,' cycling shoes.  But, I'm having such a time with them, since buying new pedals (one side for the 'clipless,' one side flat for regular shoes.  No bicycle shop on San Diego street had Shimano, so I ended with a brand from Taiwan.  I forget the brand name, but can't recommend as the clipless side very difficult getting in and out of... 
I was concerned where I would spend my first night, as no motels for a very long way.  I had first planned to go to Colena, (only 45KM) north, but out of the way it turned out to be a resort only open Jueves a Domingo.   I had thought about Los Andes, but there's a tunel (that's how they spell it en Espanol).  Note, you're going to be reading more and more Spanish as I learn.  Plus, I'm eager to get out of the humidity, and up to San Pedro de Atacama (the driest place in the world -- perfect for me!). So, I decided to head directly for it, some 1,600KM to the north.  Note, Chile, very narrow west (Oceana de Pacifico) to east, the Andes, but is very long south to north (4,300KM).
I had to go through two ranges of hills, and that means up (and down of course), but with maxi load (60KG) too much strain on my feet.  But, the grades, nothing like N.Z., maybe 3-5%. 
I stopped at a 'Te Cafe,' reminding me of China, as similarly primitive (dirt floor).  But, the couple were friendly and helpful.  Two cups of Nescafe for $2U.S., so I gave them a tip.  Note, they accept tips in Chile.
By the way, a wonderful discovery since being 'out there,' the people… Friendly, kind and helpful!  Drivers honking and waving encouragement (not many out here with me).  Strangers are helpful with directions, and a taxi driver even hugged me when  he found out I'd cycled all the way from Santiago (this in Llayllay,  some 90KM). 
At Ruegue, a small community I stopped to ask a man waiting for a bus about a motel, or 'Hotales?'  He said none there, but up a Llayllay, some 35KM mas.  So, I kept going, but heartened with the fact there was one there.  And, down hill, through a canyon, where I remember seeing a HUGE bloodier perched precariously above the highway.  And here not much room for error, as the trucks the buses careening by me.
I discovered, after getting off at a highway sign indicating Llayllay, that it's an 'area,' not a pueblo.  This is how a map is not the territory.  I had been fooled, but a man set me straight, directing me onward.  Then up ahead, I stopped to ask again from some taxi drivers.  It was here that one hugged me after I told him I'm come up from Santiago.  They were amazed.  They also knew about the hotel on the opposite of the limited access expressway (Route #5).  
I saw it, looking like a 'hotel,' the sign 'Cabanas.'  I doubled back over the highway bridge, and with a dog barking, a woman appeared.  The place was deserted, but glad it was open (on a Wednesday).  We had trouble communicating, there Spanish fast and different from Mexico.  But, we managed and I ended up in #15 (quinse).  It was a suite with a bathroom, etc., and I was grateful to have found it, after some 90KM in 7 hours.  This my first day cycling with weight in three months.
This is the hard part when you're older, the transition, and ironically, you always end up carrying the most weight, when you need the least.  
The precio (price) for one night turned out to be $60U.S. (34,000CLP).  And because I was departing later (1000), an additional $8U.S.  She did offer Nescafe, however, and filled my thermos with agua caliente.
I fell on the double bed and took a nap.
Later, when I couldn't get the heater to work, and the shower wasn't hot, I called, and two different women came to fix.  Thus, I had the hottest shower I've had since Jim's in Auckland (the shower at the Atacama Hostel, luke).  One great thing about N.Z., the shower was always hot!
Afterwards I cooked rice and went to bed.
210612, Thursday.  Now, only 1510KM from San Pedro de Atacama.
I was up at 0700, as it takes me three hours, if I cook, before departing.
I cooked quinoa (the Inca grain, readily available at least in Santiago).  
The goal for the day was a 'town' called La Lingua, some 65KM up 'Ruta Cinco.'
But, best of all the day had dawned bright and sunny, and I was cheered after yesterday's dull gray.  'I'm a high, dry, brown, and blue' kind of guy.
I had to crank over a pedestrian bridge to get on the right side of the highway, and made it, but maybe too much strain on my feet.  
Note, they 'bear right' in Chile, thank God.  I'm 'geared' for such growing up in the U.S.  
It wasn't long before my feet and legs, the ligaments, started 'talking to me,' and I wondered what distance I could make.  Somebody, via the Internet (back in Santiago) had said there was a 'jacuzzi motel' right on the highway at La Colera.  But, I never found it and pressed onward, always onward!
At a bridge over a river I stopped to rest and had something to eat.  The view reminded me so much of China, on the way up to Qinghai Lake (from Xining). 
I noticed a man living under the bridge.  He was filling a plastic bag with sand.  To the east fog poured over the hills, one with some snow at the top (these aren't the Andes range, but cerros, or hills). It had been raining much in Santiago, before I departed.
Up ahead, I could see I had to go up over another range of hills, this the third so far in two days. 
Up and up I went, my legs/feet better after saying a prayer (to may Master, Lord, and God).  The pain stopped.  You can have all the left-brained, rational science you want (Bruce and John L.)  I'll use WHAT I KNOW TO BE WITH ME ALL THE TIME… Something beyond the five senses!
But, ugh, the highway sign said 'Tunel' to the left, and 'Cuesta,' to the right (exit).  I finally figured out 'Cuesta' must mean 'free' or 'no charge,' or alternative.  Because the tunel had a toll gate.
I stopped before to take off my down vest, rest, and use the 'toilet.'  Also, to turn on my lights, as a good idea when cranking through a tunel.  
We went through many tunnels cycling in China, one, the longest, 7KM. So, I wasn't all that worried, when I sailed through the toll gate, passing a uniformed worker and thinking (hoping) it was like the one earlier, two lanes in one direction and short.
I hadn't got very far when I was stopped by a man from an official looking truck who tried to explain what I couldn't understand in his Chilean Spanish.  But, when I saw the truck coming, I figured out they were going to give me a ride through (as seems to be the custom).  This because it is two lanes, too narrow, with no 'shoulder,' and long.  The crew lifted Mr. Fetes high into their truck, and we were off, and thank Master, Lord, and God, this the only way.
The Tunel turned out to be something like 4KM i length, a long way it seemed -- I asked, but I never understood the man's answer.  Whatever, I wouldn't have been able to ride through it, as up hill first (meaning slow), and no extra room.
We were out and looking down at a valley before I knew it.  In the Tunel, I'd give the 'heft' (crew chief) 1KCLP ($2U.S.) in appreciation.  I'd planned to give more for everyone, as was worth the ride, but only had larger bills.  He said, 'gracias,' and tucked the bill in his shirt, meaning I'm not sharing this with the crew.
They unloaded Mr. Fetes, cheerfully, helpfully, and I thanked them profusely.
From there I glided down and down going fast, and made La Lingua, some 65KM in four hours!   
For all my tribulations, I've made pretty good time.  The first hour that day I went 20KM in just one hour!   Even with sore feet and legs, WE've managed (pushing some 320lbs through the air)!   So, don't tell me I'm 'alone out there,' as I know better!  
Come on, all you who think you can't!  'Just get out there and do it!'  And, you will be helped!  You'll be amazed!  
I cranked into La Ligua, stopping to ask about a 'motel,' or Hostales.  The third guy knew and directed me to where I am now (writing this), La Regine, a 'boutique' hotel you'd never find without help.  And best of all a private room with bath, for only 14,000CLP ($14U.S.).  
After unloading and getting organized I sat in the sun.  Later, I went out for lunch at a local restaurant.  It was late, something like 330P.M., and one was closing.  The next, not far, still open, but only had a 'set meal,' one with meat, but I was glad for something.  It was a meat 'stew,' and I ate every thing, the broth, the vegetables, even the white Chilean standard bread, but avoided the beef (I think tongue).  It cost $7U.S. with a bottle of cervesa (beer).  
I decided to stay two nights to rest my feet, and my legs which have never have bothered me before.  
I'm getting to the point at 72-years of age, where I know I won't be able to do this kind of tour-cycling (with so much weight) forever.  I think six more months, another 5K kilometers, Boliva, after Machu Picchu, will be it.  I'll 'settle down' somewhere, to live out my life in the Andes.
And now 150KM north of Santiago, the 'real' Chile, the real South America, begins to me. This pueblo (town) has a central plaza reminding me of Mexico.
I will spend the afternoon walking around, and write about it later! 
In the meantime, check out some 15 new fotos, the first north of Santiago!  These, of course, at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/

Monday, June 18, 2012

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Religion is about wo/man!
Spirit... about Tao!

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Androidal,
The bubble,
Lickety split,
A doll like me,
Us,
Trust,
A bust!
The 'machines' will get control of human nature and 'we' will evolve to the 'Androidal State!'  'BR' was prescient, as 'fart' becomes realized, energy seeking form!
'Am I a male dreaming I'm a female, or a female dreaming I'm male?'
Doesn't matter!
'Know!' 
Tantric Taoism

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Sunday, June 17, 2012

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'Acknowledgements'
We'd like to thank:

The 'Zis,' Lao and Chuang,
The Big Bang,
Spiritual Intercourse, nee
Supreme Bliss,
A long list...
Carl G. Jung,
Freud,
Jane Fonda,
Jesus,
Mohammed,
Mamet,
Xutan,
Richard the Lion-hearted,
God,
Fei,
Xuni,
and all the rest of the 'PtMK' group,
Rucha, of course,
Rumi, no dumi,
Johann Sebatian Bach,
The fugue,
Paul Simon,
Getting out the back Jack,
George Berkeley,
God is everything!
Mr. Fetes,
the Dignams (best family ever),
Teija,
a raya of light, might,
the Serpent of Light,
Shiva,
Chakrashamvara,
Demchod,
a rogue,
But, no bogue!
Werner, the turner,
Price, 
O' Lucky Wo/man,'
And Dan Elderhostel breakfasts!
Whom else,
Like all the rest,
From mom and dad,
To Jack, and Jill,
Sally, from a rally,
M.L., and Betsy too,
Wouldn't you!
Cathy, and Grail,
And what about those 'Rail' years?
Rooneski, and the Chuckawalla,
Dolla,
Risotto and rice,
So nice!
Cycling,
Peace,
Discovering,
TANTRIC TAOISM!

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Lingum - Yum yum!

Tantric Taoism

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More and more,
Deeper and deeper!
'Hole,' we are infinite!
But, what is 'infinite?'
Never ending,
Beginning,
Singularity!
Now, nothing!
'We sea' the Cosmos as potential (Thank you!  Deepak Chopra.)
A 'wor(l)d' of 'wor(l)ds' to be discovered,
'Out their!

Tantric Taoism

P.S.  The Cosmos ('out there,') is a 'see' of 'wor(l)ds' waiting to be discovered!  And thus, we create our existences, coming together in dictionaries.

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Saturday, June 16, 2012

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Dancing, shouting, singing!
Am I a man
Dreaming I'm a woman, or 
A woman 
Dreaming I'm a man?"
(Thank you Chuang Zi)
It's wise to become the opposite of what you are, the Ego!
Tantric Taoism

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The 'Gods' are moving in the rocks,
Making them stones!
The 'Gods' are moving from Tibet to South America!
The beginning…
12.12-21.12

Tantric Taoism

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There is no 'i,' but 'we!'
WE ARE ALL 'Serpents of Light,' 
Thank you!  We!
We love… you… we!
What's wrong with saying, 'We love you?'
What's wrong with saying "'I' (we) love you, " and to everyone you come in contact with…?
I  suppose you're worried about what people will think…?
Remember the poem…?
You don't have to say it too loudly, or if frightened, say it to yourself!
'I' love you!
'We' love you!
What if…?
'I'magine all those people…'
'Imagine!'  (thank you John Lennon)

Tantric Taoism

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Right now, we have all the extremes 'pulled' to the maximum (June, 2012)!  But, this is about to change, and start back from Yang to Yin;  from the Male Principle, to the Female Principal!'  
Read Riane Eisler's 'The Challce and the Blade.'  According to her, it's a 7K-year cycle, although for the Hindus (Vedas), the 'Age of Kali (negative),' lasted a long time!  Nee, the 'Age of Kalki,' now upon us! 
Since our 'existence' is dual, things MUST CHANGE, AS IN ENANTIODROMIA!
Tantric Taoism!
Sagittarius.
Ophiuschus Rising!
'The Serpent of Light!'  (thank you,  Mr. Melchizedak )
We're 'coming' together (Spiritual Intercourse)!
E
E
E
W
C
T!
'C'mon people now, get together now, try to love one another right now!' 
Tantric Taoism!

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It's Christmas time in Santiago, at least in terms of weather (for me)!  I'm sure people below the Equator associate the Christmas Season with shorts and swimming, picnics and the need to seek shade!  
And thus we've  created 'weather birthdays and Christmas,' a different way of thinking!   June (currently where I'm sitting in Santiago, is December, in terms of weather:  winter in a word; colder, rainy, windy, etc.).  We light the kerosene heater every night here at Atacama Hostel.  When the sun, if there is, goes 'down' it's colder inside than outside (similar to China with concrete buildings, no central heat, etc.).  And the sun doesn't come up early in Santiago, because of the Andes Range to our east.  
So, the other day I went 'Christmas shopping' finding everything I'd been looking for, and in one store, and in fact on one floor of the store!  I was slightly amazed!   I found 'Lock-Lock' food containers that I'd been looking for ever since I discovered in Australia (good for tour cycling). I also purchased a 'taza de Mate,' (traditional way of making, sharing Yerba Mate) which now is a gift to the woman who saved my ass the other night… What the hell is her name? Maria…?  
How many Spanish women named Maria…?  Millions!  How many 'Juans' in Catholic countries…?  Millions!  How many Jose's?  Millions!
I also returned to Bicicletas Margo, getting all of the things for Mt. Fetes, 'he' needed.  I know north of here, little until Lima, Peru, in November.  I've tried to anticipate every thing possible, but as my new friend (from Switzerland), Cyril, says… When things go wrong, the adventure begins!  I think most people are afraid of 'adventure!'   We thrive on such! 
Jose, the young guy at Margo turned out to be a really good mechanic, so if you are ever here, and ever need equipment installed, 'Bicicletas Margo,' south on Calle San Diego,' I can recommend.
I'm finally 'good to go,' with the 'new moon, 'winter' solstice, this coming week!  All I need is a first night hotel, and not far north of Santiago.  Why?  I know since I haven't been cycling with weight, that I shouldn't go too far the first day, but build up gradually.  Many times in the past I've overdone it only to have to rest for a couple of days afterwards.  N.Z., second day going north out of Auckland, comes to mind… Wellsford, the $90NZD per motel, where I had to spend two nights.  But, I met some fellow cyclists… There's always a reason for things…
And since meeting Ann and Robert, Julianne's friends, things have turned from challenging to validating!  I now understand the past seven years, described in a book entitled, ' The Serpent of Light!'  (by  Drunvalo Melchizedak).  
I remember so well, the 'Rock,' driving me to the bus station in Colorado Springs, one cool January (2005) morning, and leaving me with this blessing:  'The light is with you, the light is within you!  Now, I understand all of it, and how we're all, in fact,
'Serpents of Light!'

Merry 'weather' Christmas (at least in the Southern Hemisphere)!

H. 

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'But, revolution is 'in the air' in Chile!  One of my Chilean friends says, 'We love to riot!'  This idea is happening all over the world now!  Join in! (peacefully)!'

Just think… in a couple of hundred years we've gone from hand-made-crafted items by someone who took pride in their work, and was interested in creating something of value, to now, where products/items are mass produced by machines, operated by people only interested in their hourly wage!  Tragic, in my opinion.  
Capitalism, has both good and not-so-good values… But, I'm afraid it seems to bring out the worst in people like Henry Ford and J.P. Morgan, Rupert Murdoch who devise/d ways to get 'it all!'   We're still allowing this and suffering the consequences!  Another negative thing with Capitalism it dumbs down the masses, as 'the owners' want basically stupid 'indentured servants!  Note, the cost of books and movies extremely expensive in Santiago, as they want to keep the masses 'down on the farm' (football, TV, alcohol) nee fighting amongst themselves -- same everywhere!  And so we've, in a way, been lobotomized!   We've been 'dumbed down!'  One, has only to read the subject line of SPAM to realize this -- such shit!
That's what Capitalism has created, 'shit!  It seems to bring out the worst in human nature.  But, I'm trying to thing of some positives…
It has raised the standard of living for those on the very bottom.  But, what kind of 'standard of living?'  A TV set to be controlled by?
There must be a better way…?
You may counter with, 'Well, that's the way it is now, things change!'  And you make my point!   This is enantiodromia!  Things are always changing, going 'back and forth!'  The only constant is change!
With the economy we went too far in one direction, led by robust 'Made in the U.S.A.'  The 'bubble burst,' and now we're swinging back in the other direction, the world drowning in our wake! 
Economics… I have a B.S. (stands for Bull Shit!) degree in such nonsense, at the U., Paul Samuelson, a big brown book filled with graphics, curves, formulas, statistics, nee taught as a 'Science.'   Disraeli was prescient when he said, 'Lies, damn lies and statistics!  Thank God I failed statistics at the U.  Economics is philosophy, not science!   I must have known!
With Economics, the category known as adding up all the good and services, countered with expenses, and trying to figure out why…"  Like with Samuel's 'Marginal Propensity to Consume.'  I still don't know what it means, or if I did, why is such important?  We should be talking about Picasso, Socrates, Lao and Chuang Zi!  Maybe Homer...  Maybe Mohammed...
Does everything have to be about money?  Seems so in modern life!  Tragic, in my opinion!  It may be the current reality, but that doesn't mean it's right, or the best?
Isn't it possible to 'manufacture' a better life, or do we have to submit to this 'shit existence' (modern bullshit)?  Ask yourselves…
Does it mean we have to accept what is basically wrong?  Isn't it possible to make our lives better, more fulfilling, understanding the cosmos in the process!  Or, is it important we watch football on TV and respond to the insidious advertising.  We've be robotized.  'Now, get up and drive to the store (hurry), and buy something!' 
We need a completely new way of thinking, 'metanoia!' 
So, try to escape from that 'little box,' you think in, and come up with a better idea, llke:
Loving rather than projecting evil onto others… 
'We have met the enemy and s/he is us!' (thank you Walt Kelley) 
Try to adding to this discussion!
Most of you afraid to, why…?
Safety is an illusion!
And,,, the 'Price of Freedom is eternal vigilance!'
I sometimes think this group happier being 'slaves,' rather than risking their captivity!
Wake up!
'Get out the back, Jack!'
Make a new plan, Stan!'
Create some dance, Joy!
Just get yourselves freer!' (thank you Paul Simon)!

H.
'Give me liberty or give me death!'  Patrick Henry Hutchison

Friday, June 15, 2012

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For Isabel, Queca, and Michel:
We can't have fear without courage, and vice versa.  This is the principle of 'Tantric Taoism,' enantiodromia (opposites attract each other).
A little bit of fear in every bit of courage, and a little bit of courage, in every bit of fear!
'Going back and forth,
Until we are lost 
In each other,
'Knot noing' 
Which is which,
'Butt knot' really caring!'
We live in Duality, but the 'trick' is to get to Singularity,
'Tantric Taoism, 'won' way!

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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

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Oh, Master, Lord, and God, give us the strength to please you (IT)!  And to overcome our greatest enemy, ourselves!
'Judge not, that ye be judged yourself!'  This is another example of enantiodromia, opposites attracting each other.  "Others,' or projection, attracts us, or introspection!
We're (everything) is one BIG vibration of going 'back and forth!
Tantric Taoism

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Six months from now we'll be at Machu Picchu, Inti Inca willing, and the creeks don't rise too high!  This is high summer in the Southern Hemisphere, where everything is reversed from where you are (at least most of you).  High summer, high jinks, high pleasure, sacrifice on the altar of substance!
It rained today, and I walked everywhere, too far, as my feet began to hurt!  What is it with my feet, yesterday better, stronger, today, weaker, hurting… Will I ever solve?  Yes!
I had lunch with Jorge at El Arbol.  He was on time, but 'signals crossed,' he went direct to the restaurant, I waited for him at Atacama Hosteles.  We always seem to 'miss,' exactly where to meet.   It turned out well, however.  He has an idea to computerize some kind of service for dentists.  And he needs tablets from China.  And guess what?  We can supply!  It's up to you, Xutan!
Best of all, my vitamin package/shipment finally arrived at Atacama Hosteles.  Now, I can depart on schedule, with the rising moon, on the 19th, a Martes (Tuesday).  And with the winter solstice, with a raising sun on the 21st!  Lot's of rising going on… And when pushing 300lbs up hills, I like the idea of 'rising!' 
In retrospect, staying here in Santiago so long 6.5 semanas (weeks -- one half of my current visa) turned out to be a blessing, as I was able to do so much, and make so many new friends!   I can't claim to be an expert on Chilean culture, but I'm learning more and more.  
But, we live in Duality, and life is a trade off of the positive and the negative.  Like, it's raining right now… But, that cleans the air.  So, wet, maybe slippery with better air.  No rain, mucho carbon monoxide.  
Another example of enantiodromia… My body at 72… It's a juggling act, as you're always trying to compensate for loss.  One day your feet hurt, the next day not, but it's your teeth, your eyes, or hearing…  Mother, you were right!  More aches and pains!
I've just managed to get over a cold.  This was the classic little cold, with all the symptoms, yet I knew what to do to minimize it, and this even with keeping commitments, shopping, and basically getting 'out there1' 
When you stop going.  When you stop taking risks, you start dying!   And many are half way there, walking around… 
I think!  I need!  I want!  This is the problem!  There is no 'I!'  Only we!
Ask yourself… 'What does IT want?'

H.

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The biggest challenge to me, cycling around Santiago, is finding a toilet…?  Also, trying to stay alive!  Unlike many places I've been recently, Chile is bereft of public toilets!  'Por Favor, senor, donde usted El bano?  (looking around).  Certainly not there, and they never know.  I guess Chileans don't need…?  I do, at least within the city…  But, a Chilean man helped me find one in a restaurant.  Cost 300 centavos, for something that was dirty and no toilet seat!
Santiago, thinks it's a sophisticated Capitol… Well, at least commercially, if not socially.  Certainly, the traffic is insane!  People don't even know, as they think normal.  Bend over and take it again, BOHICA TIME!
Speaking of that…
I remember the first time I cycled up to the top of Parque Metropolitano.  Near the top I was looking for a toilet.  When I didn't see, I stopped to ask another cyclist, Excusa, por favor, Donde esta El Bano?'  He laughed, as he could speak English.  He said, 'This is South America, go anywhere!'  And I did, had to… When you're older it's different.
But, I think more public toilets are now needed in Santiago, and a business opportunity for someone… They now have portable (on wheels) banos, that are coin operated (meaning they cost dinero).  You could offer cleaner for more dinero.  The City Gov., might like, as they can be moved.  Check it out!  Become the 'Toilet King,' using this name:  Sanitariago!  Let us pass this on to Senor El Presidente, Sebastian Pinera!  More toilets!
P.S.  Government, supported by everyone's taxes, is supposed to supply the basics, the infrastructure in which a community can develop.  I think public toilets come in this category.  Basic functions, like sewage, drainage, roads, bridges, etc. is a part of supplying an infrastructure.

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'Heaven and Hell,'
Back and forth,
'Till we are lost in each other,
'Knot noing' 
Which is which,
But, 'knot' really caring!

The middle is where we want to be (nothing new here, Lord Buddha spoke about this 2,500 years ago)!

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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

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12a0612 BLOK / T.T.

I just hear the Venzland dictator (don't want to remember) giving a speech (on TV), and exhorting the crowd to support him (orchestrated for TV).  These people are orators!   These people, like Hitler, have the ability to speak in such a way as to get people to believe in them.  Then they exploit us in some way…
My definition of government (everyone thinks they need, and thus…), is:  A smaller group controlling a larger group for fun and profit!   Doesn't matter what form dictator or democracy, or king/queen, just a different version of the same unconsciousness.
People have said we (the masses) need to be controlled.  
I say, we need to control ourselves!
It's time!

Tantric Taoism

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120612 BLOK / T.T.


120612 BLOK / T.T.

The sexual urge (from nothing Tao) was the genesis for consciousness!  The female, for babies, was the first 'to suggest,' and has been punished ever since!  Oh woe unto males for this, and it has come to pass!  Duality!  
Now, it's time for an 'updated,' version, (of Duality) getting back into 'the Garden,' but bringing something back into… The consciousness of God! 
That's the good (Gospel) news!
The 'bad' news is that we have to do this individually, and with only a guide.  This is the 'Road Less Traveled!' 
But, the reward, this new 'updated' version of Duality, nee the 'center' between Duality and Singularity:
Spiritual intercourse
Supreme bliss,
The union of compassion and wisdom,
Unconditional love! 

Tantric Taoism

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Monday, June 11, 2012

11b0612 BLOK / T.T.


11b0612 BLOK / T.T.

Love makes miracles!

Glowing!
Happy!
Loving!

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11a0612 BLOK / T.T.


11a0612  BLOK / T.T.

The dead 'dream' their lives -- the living 'dream' their deaths!

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110612 BLOK / T.T.


110612 BLOK / T.T.
Lee/Li and Tu,
Think of 12.12-21.12 as one gigantic , universal 'orgasm,' that is of Singularity, not Duality (where we 'live').  It has no beginning, thus no ending.
The Age of Kalki-Yuga begins!
This doesn't mean the end of the world!  The end of this world comes every six seconds, for those who depart the body.
12.12-21.12 coincides roughly with the end of the Maya Calendar.
Hollywood makes money scaring people!  Shame on them!
This is end of Kali-Yuga, the demoness of doom, negativity, depredation, violence, war, all that, that causes suffering!  The end!
What comes is better!
Take heart!
Live to the max!  You never know when you're going to be one of the 'six-second' statistics.
Focus on the moment!
Live in the now, lest you miss living.
Most just exist, robotically!
Get outside occasionally. 
Touch a tree!
Try to understand what's really going on, not what's on TV!
H.
Tantric Taoism
P.S.  The 'trick' is to stay in the middle, center, avoiding extremes.  Yet, 'The road of excess leads to the tent of wisdom' (thank you William Blake).  What to do?
Let IT decide...

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Sunday, June 10, 2012

10a0612 BLOK


10a0612 BLOK 

12.12-21.12 is all about the beginning, from the negative to the positive!

That's all.

100612 BLOK / T.T.


100612 BLOK / T.T.

Seek the opposite of you!

Unconditional love is egoless!

Simultaneity is Egoless!

Tantric Taoism.

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Saturday, June 09, 2012

09a0612 BLOK


09a0612 BLOK

'Wide World of Words:'

Capture and use the best, the most 'extreme' words (weapons)-- defining the conflict!  If I call you, label you, a 'terrorist' what does that make me?  If I call you, label you, the 'Devil,' what does this make me?

It's a 'Chess game'…

090612 BLOK / T.T.


090612 BLOK / T.T.

Simultaneity = Nothingness

Chant:

Glowing!
Happy!
Loving!

(over and over)

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Thursday, June 07, 2012

070612 BLOK / T.T.


070612 BLOK / T.T.

"Where was my heart to flee for refuge from my heart?  Whither was I to flee where I would not follow?  In what place should I not be prey to myself?"
St. Augustine
Mr. Augustine is referring to the 'battle' with his own Ego 'I.'  The greatest battle we have in our lives is with ourselves (if conscious).  'We have met the enemy and he is us!' (Walt Kelly via Pogo).  The unconscious (those who don't know that they don't know) project such onto others.

H.

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Bill and Arlene,


Bill and Arlene,
Thinking about our memory as we get older… Mine has gotten better for the past, however lost I am in the present:  I cannot remember where I left my coffee cup (dementia).  
But, it came to me thinking about my past with Cathy Rogers, N.D.  Her parents, Jack and Dorothy, lived on Dyes Inlet (what I was trying to remember), this in a community called Silverton, 20KM north of Bremerton.  Jack owned and operated a printing company, and a weekly newspaper in Bremerton.
Their house, a log cabin nestled in a forest, with a jetty on Dyes Inlet (connected to Puget Sound) became my 'home.'  
My parents had both died, and I 'married' hers (not conscious of such at the time, but true).   Thus, I would drive up there, 1836 miles from Tucson, to feel loved in a cozy environment.  Her parents were cool about Cathy and I sleeping together..  
I had met Cathy on a weekend from Fort Lewis, this via a guy named Dave Crossland (speaking of memory).  His parents owned a summer cabin on Hood Canal where we would spend weekend (recovering from basic training). 
I'm sure you remember Captain Buccolo?  What a 'cheerleader' he was -- cheerleading up into 2nd Place in the competion!   
I'm sure you remember driving up there to Washington, you me and Kirk, and meeting the others in Olympia (the night before reporting in)?
Anyway, after driving up there and back (Tucson, AZ to Silverton, WN, many times without  getting killed, amazing!   It was about as debilitating driving trip you can imagine, this was it because I drove straight through, in something like 36 hours (on coffee and Nodoz).  Women have power!  I would promise myself I'd stop and spend tine night in Reno, Nevada (about half way), but I never did.  Driving through I was almost killed a couple of times, falling asleep at the wheel.  Women have power over us!  I thought I was in love, but more likely lust!  Of course, in those days we did everything BUT have intercourse!  This was a few months before the infamous 'Pill' hit the market, and Voila! 
Cathy had one sister, Mary, but she was off somewhere getting laid (ahummm, I mean going to University.).
The past, our lives, nostalgia… It's what makes growing older less painful.
Hutch
P.S.  Ask Gary and Gloria, exactly where there summer house is…?  I'd be curious to know. 
P.S.  The next time I'll write about our driving home to Tucson, with the stop off in Las Vegas!  The Stardust Hotel and our bravado at the bar, drinking pure petrol in 'Aku Tiki' ceramic containers!  I out drank all of you, as I remember.  And Mr. Clean, all he wanted was to gamble, practicing how to cheat us at Bridge at Sigma Chi (later).
'Jocked Out,' is the title for this section of 'Saturn Twice.' 

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

060612 BLOK, The Night of the 'Los Furiosos' monthly ride (around Santiago)


060612 BLOK, The Night of the 'Los Furiosos' monthly ride (around Santiago)

S. in San. a magic wan for sus…

'The Night of the 'Los Furiosos' monthly ride (First Tuesday of every).  Winter had come a couple of days before, but there has been sun as well (season change).  This was a night ride, however, and with thousands!
It was wonderful!
'Tis a circus of light, sound, a cornucopia of senses intenses!  It's a local ritual, having gone on for a while (?).  
This all, of course, started in San Francisco, Ca., U.S.A., years ago, with 'Critical Mass' (normally every third Friday in most).  
Note, I try to ride with each group in every country, before Auckland, New Zealand, with only ten cyclists.  Think of it… Santiago, maybe 3,000, Auckland 10.  C'mon N.Z. become 'ALL BLACK CYCLISTS!'  (Note, Rugby the masses sport in N.Z..)
(Just now writing:  In Santiago, too many car alarms going off, noise pollution!).
Anyway, 'Los Furiosos,' last night… made up of such diversity to even an attempt to describe.  I had thought they're be maybe 100 of strong, young men in Lycra.  But, there was everything from A to Z, old woman, over-weight women, young women only out for the social part (bike weaving), old men, a few at least, and a variety of the 'middle,' the majority, the young, some even costumed, riding everything from BMX to a custom high-rider.  I saw two and THREE tandems. There was music, shouting, chanting.  They have a special chant, that the crowd echos!  
It's organized, stoping traffic, by special riders with lights (and police sirens).  Every one was taking pictures of making a video.  I tried with 'stills,' not much luck… It's using my Canon camera in the dark for the 1st time.  The Flash reacts with the reflective material.  To use without, have to hold still for too long (thus the blur).
But above picture, maybe gives you an idea.
I didn't' connect with any of my new friends who said they might, including Jose (Bicicletas Margo), Carlos '1,' and Carlos '2' (I know as Andrew.), and Queca, I was sure about her.  But, the crowd so large.  I looked but never saw or found any of them..  So, the 3 muffins saved for manana.
By chance, the first person I met was the 'leader,' whose name now escapes me (bad with names, good with faces).  He could speak some English.  And not only that, but he read my message to the crowd.  I just happened to hear my name over the speakers.  But, it was received with only mild applause.  They couldn't relate, 'Traveling how long…?'  This is a rather insular, local group of workers, who let off steam once a month, 'furious,' as to the traffic situation in Santiago.  The leader gave me two decals, one reads, 'One Less Air-conditioned Box on Wheels!'  I will wear them proudly!
The ride itself, like a blinking 'snake,' winding through city streets, many times having to stop and wait for something ahead.  I was maybe in the middle of the 'snake,' but never quite sure. My hands and feet felt cold.  It was a mass of bicycles, and I was careful not to bump or cause an accident.  I saw only one fall, the woman immediately assisted. 
On the way returning to the Hostel, I noticed a huge decrease in traffic.  Wow nice.  I was back by 1000P.M. .  The ride was shorter than I expected.  But, kids and grannies are involved.  They (whomever has organized this) know how to run this 'show'  (with police approval).
Total time, three hours, 7-10P.M., maybe seven kilometers.
I'm always happy to arrive 'home,' alive, and/or uninjured!  ESPECIALLY RIDING AROUND IN SANTIAGO, CHILE!
But, you 'Just have to get out there and do it!

H.

Tuesday, June 05, 2012

on Connecting!

From Mitch in Illinois, U.S.A.:


"Today as I was going for a walk I had a powerful but calm feeling, that we never will be here, in this moment, again, and what matters most is that each step we take be filled with as much love, joy, and respect for the life we have, the lives of others, and the world surrounding us. That is enough to be free from anguish."


How wonderful to share with us, Mitch!

Yes, being 'in the moment,' the 'now,' is powerful, as the whole total of y/our existence is focused on 'union'  It touches on our basic need to know that we're 'knot' alone, but that we're a part of something greater, and that the sum of the part IS, IN FACT, GREATER THAN THE 'HOLE!'

Thank, you Mitch, these epiphanies important in life!

So, everyone... Go walk in Nature, and FEEL A PART OF IT.  Our psychoses (our mental anguish) has to do with being alienated from our 'mother,' Earth, Nature, IT.  Call it what you want!  But, reconnect, as happened to Mitch!

Hutch
I love you!
What if?

050612 BLOK / T.T. (Venis Transit*)


050612 BLOK / T.T. (Venis Transit*)

My, our 'grant' is about unconsciousness, nothing more!

Tantrico
Taoisimo

Transit of Venus:
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
This article is about the astronomical phenomenon. For other uses, see Transit of Venus (disambiguation).
A transit of Venus across the Sun takes place when the planet Venus passes directly between the Sun and Earth, becoming visible against (and hence obscuring a small portion of) the solar disk. During a transit, Venus can be seen from Earth as a small black disk moving across the face of the Sun. The duration of such transits is usually measured in hours (the transit of 2004 lasted six hours). A transit is similar to a solar eclipse by theMoon. While the diameter of Venus is more than 3 times that of the Moon, Venus appears smaller, and travels more slowly across the face of the Sun, because it is much farther away from Earth.
Transits of Venus are among the rarest of predictable astronomical phenomena.[1] They occur in a pattern that repeats every 243 years, with pairs of transits eight years apart separated by long gaps of 121.5 years and 105.5 years. The periodicity is a reflection of the fact that the orbital periods of Earth and Venus are close to 8:13 and 243:395commensurabilities.[2][3]
The next transit of Venus will occur on 5 and 6 June 2012, and will be the last Venus transit this century; the prior transit took place on 8 June 2004. The previous pair of transits were in December 1874 and December 1882. After 2012, the next transits of Venus will be in December 2117 and December 2125.[4][5]
Venus transits are historically of great scientific importance as they were used to gain the first realistic estimates of the size of theSolar System. Observations of the 1639 transit, combined with the principle of parallax, provided an estimate of the distance between the Sun and the Earth that was more accurate than any other up to that time. In addition, the June 2012 transit will provide scientists with a number of other research opportunities, particularly in the refinement of techniques to be used in the search for exoplanets.
A transit of Venus can be safely observed by taking the same precautions used to observe the partial phases of a solar eclipse. Staring at the Sun without appropriate eye protection can quickly cause serious and often permanent eye damage.[6]

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Monday, June 04, 2012

04b0612 BLOK


04b0612 BLOK

We like 'Whistle water,'
Everything on time,
Like a balanced dime!
Es posible?  No!

04a0612 BLOK


04a0612 BLOK

If you're 'cool',
You must be 'scene,'
Looking at your smartphone
All alone forever!
Or, you are poor and can't afford,
The car itself!
So sorry,
I can't help!
You must be stupid,
Or, lazy, or like me,
You don't give a shit!

The ladder, my disposition,
Writing with ink on el papel!
I'm well,
How 'bout you?
We're almost 
Robots anyway!

I'm an 'Etiddul,' what are you?

H.

040612 BLOK / T.T. (en Espanol)


040612 BLOK / T.T. (en Espanol)

Taoisimo
a
Tantrico, or
I love you!
En Spanish?
Yo amor usted?
Quien sabe?
Rabe,
My mind 
As it unwinds!

Can you 'see' what I 'sea?'
Another door opened!

H. 
Tantrico
Taoisimo

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Sunday, June 03, 2012

030612 BLOK


030612 BLOK

We will!

What am 'I'm' doing?  'I'm' making plans for our, Mr. Fetes and me,  departure from Santiago…  Little by little we make progress… In the past two days I've been floating around, finally feeling better, stronger.  It's all mind-body, never knowing when one leaves off and the other one begins…
One more medical thing out of the way, maybe my toe nail problem.  Yes, mother, there are more aches and pains!
Everything's going in the end, and at my age this process has begun to happen, interesting… The body goes, and the mind goes in another direction, unknown, like a rolling stone!
Right now the gas for my room heater has run out… This place not very efficient, maybe representative of Chilean philosophy, or hard pressed against a wall kind of situation.  This is the only place I've lived.  I'm sure Kirsten and Seth much different.
Santiago offers many things, and I mean material objects to purchase.  They're pretty hip, you can buy Mate and stevia, soy milk powder at El Arbol.
Yesterday morning I was singing:
"Oh, what a beautiful morning,
Oh, what a beautiful day,
I've got a beautiful feeling,
Everything's going our way!'
It was sunny!
The corn as high as an elephant's eye,
And I think I'm gonna fly right to the sky,
Oh…
What a difference a day makes!  Time heals all wounds, physical, mental and emotional!  Just wait, distract yourself by living.  'Just get out there and do it!' Alan Price wrote (O LUCKY MAN, myopic, 1972.).
No pain, no pleasure,
Pain just weakness departing the body!
You get stronger, when it doesn't kill you!
And we're all going to 'shed the body,' 
Just don't know when, how, or where?
I've been planning my exit, 
This part of our Pilgrimage, 
Which gives us,
A purpose!
'Won' must have a purpose, some meaning why, why me?
A reason to think,
A reason to breathe,
A reason to stand up as long as we can!
There's a reason!
In the meantime, the mundane…
Eating, shopping, online, walking, writing, 
Trying to sleep,
Mr. Fetes and me running the gauntlets,
Taking pictures,
Discovering life.
Don't ever stop discovering life!
Upstairs at El Arbol for lunch with Michel, and two young woman.  I had the usual, the best green salad in the world with tofu, tomatoes, olives, avocado, seeds and nuts, and with a variety of greens.  With olive oil and Balsamic vinegar, perfecto!   I eat one every day!  And their pan (bread), double perfecter.  Then I have a brownie with raspberry sauce.  So, I'm not living too badly, thanks to you R.B.   Actually, add with the help of:  R.J. and M.Y., L.C., and my  group of neo-prestooniks, online.  We rant and rave at each other!  No skunk, no rose!  Would either smell as such if it we're for us?
To me, there is no sound in the forest when the tree falls, without us, no tree, forest either!
I'm a poet, by madness!  The Muse got me by my neck one day, and I've never been the same again!
There's much touching between people here, the culture more open to public displays of affection.  Kissing, hugging, young couples rowing in the grass in the Parks.  There's much art, expression in Santiago, Chile, a nice discovery to balance out the negative.  Always, it's a trade off, you get something, you give something!  But, the kids, so many, practically out of control.. So much energy misdirected, chasing the 'Dream' of material something controlled by little screens. 
We've become 'robots!'  Androids next.  You won't know if your new friend 100% human, or just 80%.  That is, if we don't 'off' ourselves in the meantime.
We have learned some interesting things about Chilean culture, via Luis, who works at the Hostel:  The population is made up of 50% Spanish (white), 10% Indian (dark), and 40% Mixed.  So, now we begin to understand.  I wonder if the students protesting in Santiago, a 'class struggle?'  Basically always the 'haves' versus the 'have nots.'  The problem today, that gap is becoming wider and wider in a context of having 'tasted it.'  The 'have nots,' want what the 'haves' have!  There is revolution now all over the world!  The people in the U.S., not motivated enough yet, but getting there, i.e,, 'Occupy Wall Street,' a Canadian idea!  You can run from it, try to hide from, shield yourself from it, but it's coming to your local theater!
I'm interested to see Ridley's sequel to 'Blade Runner'… That will give us some clues…
They don't use the word 'America' to describe the U.S.A., because, 'we're 'America' too.  We're so ethnocentric. I'm not an 'American,' here but someone who was born in the United States.  Why we travel, to discover!
There are so many similar things between cultures, countries. Here, there are house flies, the common variety, same everywhere I've been, there is the smell of dog shit everywhere, and cut green grass (in parks).  I haven't been far out in the country yet… Santiago is so big, I think no really 'country' until about 50KM in all directions… 
People are pretty much the same, all desiring pretty much the same things, trying to avoid as much pain as possible (unless you're a masochist like me?).  
There are different customs from country culture to the next, the currency different, the fauna and flora, but there are more similarities than differences.  It's only the Ego claims big differences, desiring the material with the senses, lulling us into a false reality, and the resultant 'insanity' I see in large cities around the world.  It's less so in the country, and if you get far enough 'out there,' some peace, peace, and tranquility.  Why?  The energy is more calm!  Nature is neutral, you just have to understand the rules and and know how to survive.  
People have the illusion of security when surrounded by others, but it's an illusion, and interesting one, as we're 'heard' animals!  However, it's a trade off, in the city you trade the calm, for the less calm.  All you have to do is get on your bicycle and ride up and down Av. Providencia to experience the 'less calm.'  It's death defying, and I admire all of us out there calming space on the streets.
They need a 'Share the Road, Street, Highway, Tunel' campaign here, making friends between the two groups.  It would make it safer for all.
Santiago, life out of balance!  Get back in balance, campaign!
The world semi 'wacko' right now.
We need to get the Earth back into balance!  And it's coming to your local theater, beginning, 12.12-21.12.  At least the perigee reached, and now to move back in the other direction… Enantiodromia...
A change,
A hope,
Like with shortest day of the year (whatever hemisphere), when, even with the next few days, they knew it was getting lighter, the sun wasn't 'going out!'  The sun only a cycle, not extinguishing… And so is there hope for us beginning 12.12-21.12…  The mood with change, things will begin to appear more optimistic, that feeling in early Spring, life anew, but this time in a slightly better way… Money will stop becoming God!  People will again start trusting one another.  There will be less violence, less war!  This is the prophecy as I know it, our Pilgrimage to Machu Picchu.  Maybe even some of you might understand…?
In the meantime,
spanning the globe to bring you the constant variety!
P.S.  We got my gas heater going again, the housekeeper and i, a combined effort.  So, now heat on an overcast day in Santiago.  Too much overcast for me in the past year… We need El Sol!  we need to get out of here, and within one week!  
We will!
H.
P.S.#2, 'WE LOVE YOU!  Don't forget our campaign!
We will!