One Apple A Day #180
Cueva de las Manos, January 8th, 2017
Standing in line on the long wooden platform, with our white working helmets on top of the heads and our eyes fixed on the side of the rock, we may look like a group of “umarells”, the elderly men who pass the time watching construction sites in Italy.
Yesterday, we had so much fun that now everything else looks normal. Even these rock paintings that have been here for thousands of years.
Some primitive men and women painted their hands on these rocks. No one knows why and we can only guess how. Maybe they were just playing. Yet, we are all here staring at their colourful hands. It is mindblowing. It should be.
But we are still doped by the Caretera Austral, and the white roads, and the borders, and Pablo. So, we spend our time visiting this incredible place sharing jokes with the guide, a friendly and patient girl named Giulia. In Spanish obviously. During the preparation, we discovered that there are other Italians in our group and we don’t want to bond. So, we switch to our elegant Spanish to look like locals. Thanks to Daniela we discover some remarkable information about Patagonia like the fact that the Guanaco’s ham is delicious but almost impossible to find.
Unfortunately, our trick doesn’t work, and the other Italians discover our true nature.
It is time to leave.