ON THE LAST WEEKEND I went to Quito in order to witness at least part of this year's fiestas de Quito . More specifically, I had said it in for the concert at Calle 13, which should be flown in from Puerto Rico to play in the south of the Ecuadorian capital. Besides the fact that my Music Calle 13 anyway like it, I thought the visit of the concert, as necessary, as I get to the music I everywhere here on the ears, have to suffer now pretty. The same old San Juanitos I found during my first days in the country still quite nice, agree with her but quickly became bored. The always very slushy Bachatas I could still hear quite well initially, because they always let me think of Nicaragua, where Bachatas also enjoyed great popularity. But over time I simply can not understand why it is not here, as in Europe, are different tastes, but a single mush! (Of course there are exceptions, so people who bear the Ecuadorian mainstream no longer, and move on to other genres of music - but are a tiny minority!) Particular blatantly dropped me in Quito: There came together under the fiestas many young people on the streets to dance together to drink. Who had a car, brought this up, opened all the doors and put the music on full volume. It lined up so a huge number of cars to each other, each with a different song, so that the dancers had their labor of love, to be brought not by the music from the adjacent vehicles from the clock. Remarkable and terrible at the same time, I found that without exception all cars from songs, and roared the same genre: Reggaeton ! The texts belonging to the sentient Reggaeton artists are often contemptuous of women and promote a lifestyle in which money, cars and drugs play an important role. That is in this video a distinguished Hiphip crew from Berlin not much else - is still at this point a little advertising for me, not made entirely unknown young (women and) men!
Return to Quito.
The match between Ecuador and Venezuela, which I visited with Julian a few weeks ago, I came with a Quiteño in conversation, offered me to be able to live with him whenever I get to Quito. This offer did not reject me, so I, along with Marco and Polly, with Luis, the name of the young man who accommodated. Luis is the owner of a small swimming pool with sauna, just south of the city center. His company is in the ground floor of a multistory building accommodated, the rest of the house is still empty: Luis and his parents are planning to set up a hotel there. Until this plan is implemented in practice, the upper floors will probably continue to be either site or guest room.
On Friday night we drove four of the airport and ran from there to the plaza de toros , the bullring, passing to the reggaeton-car street party. To the bull ring was around a lot going on, the audience was a bit unusual: people in evening dress, which did not try to hide only that they are financially not too badly. And why, when ticket prices of sixty or more dollars? The street party was to be considered interesting: Everywhere the car with the same old music, dancing and drunken people everywhere, and so many pedestrians on the street that was impossible to get through everything for other road users and public transport. Spectacular had the airplanes anflogen just above the heads of the airport!
On Saturday I finally got to meet Julie. I have known for about twenty years and we had planned to meet us again here in Ecuador: Julie is also about "weltwärts" in Ecuador and worked in northern Quito. More is on her work here read. In the evening we went to the south, to the concert Calle 13 Quitumbe. The coaches there were completely overcrowded, it was sung songs by Calle 13, initiated at the bus driver - the atmosphere was excellent! However, we were all afraid that the concert would have been so crowded that no other visitors more inlet would be granted. But this concern was unfounded: we still found space on the festival site, although we are not very close approached to the stage.
The concert itself was beautiful. The mood, however, was rather depressing: The pauses between the pieces seemed like minutes of silence, and at the sight of the people around me, I had my can, that any kind movement would be prohibited. But what gave the band on stage compensated us fully for the trip to Quito residents, the singer of the band with the real name René Pérez said, is like his style a lot about politics, oppression, media, propaganda - and created one or the other fun insert. After nearly two hours, the concert ended and I with the forces at the end, but satisfied.
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