La Pampa

La Pampa

Opens step to the first adventure of my life. Pocho for this trip, had bought a pickup truck, and was intended to take us all on it. Can you imagine as it is one of these trucks? But we all agree to embark on this adventure. We were almost complete, missing a guitarist. Pinterest understands that this is vital information. The Group was formed in the following way.

First I want to annotate something. Siler liked to play guitar, but then stayed with the timpani. Then the group traveling to Tingo Maria was follows. Rafo on congas, Siler in the timbales, Pocho vocalist, who writes these lines in electronic bass and wanted to leave for the last name of which played the first guitar, because unfortunately I do not remember it, and it is the years to make a dent in the memory. And we embarked on the journey to Tingo Maria.

In the van we distribute as well: in the cabin: Pocho to flywheel, Rafo and the first guitar. Into the hopper of the van and with blankets to spend the cold part of the trip: Siler and I. Something that I do not remember, and that is vital to this story, has to do with my mother permission to embark on this adventure, since he was still a minor. I don’t remember if he gave me permission, or if I went without him; which could explain how painful the subject. The critical trip you could say that he was going through La Pampa of Junin the stretch was long and impressive cold. By more than us controllable with blankets, cold could penetrate up to our bones. And you could not say that we actuality to the cab of the truck, because in it the cold was the same. The spectacle of nature was what I could see to experience live and live that change of sierra to mountain brow.

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