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27Feb/117

Sleeping at Aimogasta and dying

I would like to talk a little village where I stopped.

Here, young women are real magicians and acrobats. They have the appearance of a supermodel. No, not really for a Pirelli calendar, but rather bibindom Michelin female. Perhaps it is thanks to their culbuto shape, with the center of gravity very low, we might be lucky to see them on their superb multicolored Chinese scooters, the handlebars in one hand and a baby a few weeks in the other. Real acrobats I tell you. With both hands used therefore, they can not take a helmet.

The proportion of big bellies and babies is also a concern here. I would think that they don't receive TV here for a long time to have such a birth rate.

GPS indicated numerous hotels and various accommodations. The tourist office has disappeared with its website, and is replaced by a municipal leases. The sky taking the color of concrete from the central square, where the rare trees trying to overshadow the garbage scattered, here and there in a bucolic mess, si I still prefer to find a bed rather than sleeping in the tent under the rain.

I have a preference for the hostels, as they usually offer cheap beds in dormitories, and that welcome is warmer than in the hills hotels depressing. The Hostel of the village, on the central square, is so warm that the great PANEL light that the ad was half melted years ago, following a fire, and kept his shapeless alure of barbatruc calcined.

Other smaller hotels have what a guide book would tell  "old-fashioned charm of traditional simple and warm accommodation of a small picturesque village". In other words, they are glaucous to die.

It is decided, the night will be spent at the Hotel Central. A Hotel unaffordable luxury in the facade (ie clean) with dedicated staff. Their dedication, anyway, I guess just seeing them yawning all timne, sign that they worked a lot to make the customer happy. Or maybe there is a link with the high birth rate?

In the early morning through the window of the room, I discover 2 things:
a wonderful 21th century church, color tinted gray mouse (ie reinforced concrete), beautiful as an aerian parking;
and rain.

Too bad, I'm off anyway, without hesitation, hoping that it is not a bad way.

Sorry, I have not taken a single photo to illustrate this article. So I offer simply to see it from far away in the space.

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  1. Ressemble à une petite ville, mais rien d’inhabituel.

  2. Oulah…. un coup de blues Loïc ?
    Bon, je t’envoie plein d’horizons ennuagés des collines du Lauragais, moutonnant sous un ciel chargé de fin d’hiver, où le soleil joue à cache-cache avec les nuages, juste histoire de rendre la couleur de la Ganguise encore plus verte émeraude que d’habitude…. avec 7° au thermomètre et 0° ressenti au guidon….
    Bizzz bonne fin de voyage !

  3. Lyrisme et humour ? Ca compense la grisaille de cette petite ville qui semble bien terne.

    PS : Il semblerait que le bout du monde soit moins loin que l’Afrique du Sud puisque ta carte n’a mis que quelques semaines pour venir du pays du gel douche au lieu de quelques mois pour l’Afrique du sud. Conclusion, le bout du monde, n’est pas là où le disent les livres :-)

  4. Fun cet article, j’ai bien ri.


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