Apres Real de Catorce, nous avons entendu parlé par bouche a oreilles qu il existait un petit village au milieu du desert a quelques km dans la vallée. Attirés par un lieu insolite qui fut a une epoque un lieu de recueillement a tendance hippie (il y a encore de nos jours des stages de "spiritualisation" a coté du village) nous avons enchainé trajet en jeep et bus pour atterir dans ce lieu coupé du monde reel, au milieu de nul part.
Ambiance un peu surrealiste (environ 300 habitants a tout casser) et les gens accueillants. On paye 1,50 euros la nuit pour une piece avec un grand lit, une cuisine et de quoi se doucher a l eau tiede. Beaucoup de poussiere partout et des decors de BD types Lucky Luke ou Blueberry.
The Mexican desert operation:
After Real de Catorce, we heard about a small village in the middle of the desert a few kilometers away in the valley. We were attracted by this unusual place that hosted a hippy community back in the days (there are still some "spiritual workshops" organized around the village), and after a jeep and bus rides we landed into this isolated town.
The atmosphere was pretty unreal (about 300 people living there at most) and the people quite welcoming. We paid 1.50 Euros (30 pesos) for a room with a large bed , a kitchen and a bathroom without hot water. The whole thing being really dusty and some comic books/ western lanscapes.
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America A Horse with no Name
On the first part of the journeyI was looking at all the life
There were plants and birdsand rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings.
The first thing I met wasa fly with a buzzand a sky with no clouds.
The heat was hotand the ground was drybut the air was full of sound.
I've been through the deserton a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert,you can't remember your name'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.
After two days in the desert sunmy skin began to turn red.
After three days in the desert sun.
I was looking at a river bed.
I was looking at a river bed.
And the story it told of ariver that flowed made me sad to think it was dead.
I've been through the deserton a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert,you can't remember your name'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert,you can't remember your name'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.
After nine days, I letthe horse run free'cause the desert had turned to sea.
There were plants and birdsand rocks and things.
There was sand and hills and rings.
The ocean is a desertwith its life underground and a perfect disguise above.
Under the citylies a heart made of groundbut the humans will give no love.
I've been through the deserton a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert,you can't remember your name'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert,you can't remember your name'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.
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