This riveting specimen of Peruvian music woke me when I was on the bus heading to Huancayo a week ago:
Ananau-Alborado
I was moved so much when I heard it again today that instead of rolling over and going back to sleep I went outside and sang ¨ANANAAAAAAU¨ at the top of my lungs. Oddly enough a giant eagle came and asked me to ride on his back to Machu Pichu where we had a fine feast of human flesh, chicken soup and Peruvian fried rice called chaufa¨. I awoke from this livid dream in a cold sweat with a craving for chicken soup and ¨chaufa¨, but not human flesh. I hope you are as equally moved.
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Beautiful flute music, Lee. What luck to be able to hear it in its native country! Thanks for the photos. What an adventure!
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