I asked in earnest several of the locals of Chilca. Have you seen it? Most of them said yes, of course, it was no bid deal to them. In fact, sometime ago a crew of reporters and fans came to this area to await its aparition.
I asked one small business woman who tended her restaurant and went to bed late at night. She sid that they come late in the night. About twelve in the morning, or about three.
“Once, I was taking to my friend, just gossiping, and I see this light which brightened the sky as if it were daylight. I ran to my house, this blinding light hovered over me, and I was too afraid to look up. I simply ran home.” She said.
Of the several people I spoke to at different intervals, all corroborated with the same description. It is a round saucer with blinking lights around it, and when it appears the night lights up, as if it were daylight. Then, they said, it always disappears behind the big hill next the ocean. The innkeeper said, they probably have their airport there.
My heart accelerated. The big hill they mentioned, is the cliff by the ocean that holds such a magnetic attraction for me. At first I found it so imposing and intimidating, yet I had to touch it and absord its energy as I sat on its lap to read.
Since I had traveled into the main town yesterday evening, by the time I arrived the main door was locked. The owner had traveled to Lima, and the guy in charge was either deaf, or an sob, who would not get up from his warm bed to open the door.
Everyone in this town sleeps early. I knocked and kicked the door for an hour, without results. It seems the caretaker slept way in the back, and at this off season, I was the only guest there.
I looked up at the sky. The night was black velvet cloth adorned with multiple bright stars. I decided that moment, I would wait to see of I saw an UFO. The only problem I saw was that my shorts offered little warmth, and the fog from the coast was starting to dim the street lights.
A lady who owns a restaurant next to the inn took pity on me and offered me a room. I said, that I´d rather just rent a blanket and seat on a bench to look out for UFO´s.
She told me that I was crazy, I would catch bronquitis with this humid cold.
I thanked her, and followed her in, thinking all along I would borrow her blanket and continue as planed. The room she offered me was on the third floor. It was on the terrace along with her washing board.
As soon as she left me alone. I took outside a chair, two blankets, and one bed covering which I wrapped around my cold legs, simulating a burrito. I made myself comfortable on the rickety chair, and folded the thick, fibrous blanket over my lap, and another placed over my head and across my back to keep the humid chill out.
As time progressed, I was honestly tired. I dozed for a few minutes and snapped back to attention. The walls of the terrace were less than three feet tall. In the narrow space I was situated, if my chair toppled backwards, I ran the risk of falling overboard and braking my neck. If I dozed and fell forward, the sharp corner of the stair wall could impact against my forehead, and then I ran the chance of falling down the stairs.
I had to stay awake! With the excitement and earnest of a kid waiting to spy on Santa Claus, I opened my eyes wide, as if positioned for lasik surgery. I wanted to see them so very badly, I did not care if I caught a cold.
Even so, I secured the thick blanket over my head again like the Tapadas did so long ago, covering most of my face. It´s just that I was not wearing an intricately woven mantel imported from far shores. I was wearing a coarse blanket with critters of some sort, as I felt my scalp itch.
I was hyper-sensitive to any sound and change in the expanse of black velvet, as I struggled to stay awake.
To be continued....
