A Walk in the Park

The small girl with dreadlocks who walks with us doesn´t want to say her name and later doesn´t say goodbye.

Attracted by what sounds like electric guitars sound-checking, we end up where the motorway goes past the airport. The electric guitars are airplanes which is ironic because later the real guitars are so loud we can´t hear the planes as they swoop just above the stage coming in to land.

The gig is only three blocks away but out here a block is a kilometre long. This means we miss most of the gig but it is free and there are twenty thousand people jumping up and down and singing along which is inevitably somewhat moving.

The band is called Catupecu Machu and by the time we get there they have stopped playing songs. Instead they play games with the audience involving bits of their favourites, arty atonal solos and a lot of E minor power chords.

We later drink Pepsi and have burping contests as we watch several thousand people walk towards the city in search of public transport. It is then that i decide that I want to be one of the people jumping up and down and singing along when Coldplay come here in February.