Last week I spent 6 hours winding my way down the Andes to Tena, immersed in very nostalgic bus music. And although it felt like a dream all my senses were immersed, taste, smell, hearing, seeing and touch. It made me remember the strangest things. Names came back to me of people here I hadn’t thought of for years. Things that had happened and places I used to go.
I remembered the main street in Tena, the high pavements near the bridge at the bottom and a metal stump that stood proud of the pavement by 5cm. A post that frequently caught me out and made my eyes water and me to utter some understated expletive. Many of my thoughts over the past week have been consumed with the amount of change there is here, people are building, starting businesses, buying new pieces for the house - fridges, microwaves, washing machines.. and renovating left right and centre.
As I strolled down the main street towards the bridge today I was thinking how sad that everything is modernising so much. And, WHAM! my foot wraps itself round a rather familiar piece of metal stump 5cm proud of the pavement. Wincing with the pain, tears in my eyes, I managed a smile. At least some things haven’t changed.
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