- Ernest Gwaner De la Erne (1952) The
Motorcycle Diary
Project: Traveling Eight Thousand Kilometers in Four Months The
Way: Go With Them
Goal: Cross the Latin America We Know in the Book Navigator: Albert Granardo, 29-year-old biologist. (Self-confessed science bum) Dream: Complete this journey on my 30th birthday. Co-pilot: Ernest Gwana de la Erna , MD graduate student, leper specialist, amateur rugby player, and occasionally a little asthmatic. What they both have in common: restless, full of dreams, and an unending love for the continent. Route: From Buenos Aires, via Patagonia to Chile, along the northern foothills of the Andes, travel 6000 km to Machu Picchu, from there to the leprosy of San Baru on the Amazon River in Piru Home, final destination: the northernmost tip of Latin America, the Guajira Peninsula in Venezuela. Buenos Aires, Argentina, January 4, 1952, 0 km. They set off amid the family's blessings. "I'm so glad we've left civilization behind and come closer to the earth." Miramar, Argentina, January 13, 1952, 601 km. Ernest and his girlfriend Chekina met for a six-day stay.
Piedra de uila, Argentina, January 29, 1952, at km 1809.
Stayed overnight at a local rancher's house as the tent was blown away by the wind.
San Mart de los Andes, Argentina, January 31, 1952, at km 2051.
At this time, they have not enough money and food, so they can only try to find a place where they can stay for free. But because of Ou's honesty and frankness, he missed the opportunity.
Bariloche train station, Argentina, 3 days later, at km 2270.
Ernest had a high fever that night and continued on the road the next day.
"Mom, I don't know how I feel when I cross the border. Time seems to stand still in that moment. The melancholy is forgotten in the land behind me. In the new land, I am full of passion."
Fres Lake , Argentina, 15 February 1952, at km 2360.
On the boat, Ernest said, "Look, when we're old and we don't like to travel, we're going to have an outpatient clinic by this lake."
"Good idea."
"Best treatment for every patient. "
Count me in, brother."
Snow covered the mountains, forests, and the earth. In the silence, there was only the sound of motorcycles piercing the road. Two big men cheered in the car, and the sound of guitars Follow closely behind.
TEMUCO, Chile, February 18, 1952, at km 2772.
In Chile's lively wet market, Ernest finds everything fresh and interesting. Ask and take pictures.
That's when they saw their motorcycle trips in the newspapers, exaggerating the truth.
But they also get a chance to repair a motorcycle for free, and accept the mechanic's invitation to a party in town. It was a good thing, but it turned out that the repairman's wife had caused them trouble by seducing them, and they had better run away.
Los Angeles, Chile, February 26, 1952, at km 2940.
Penniless Granado and Ernest walked into a restaurant and sang "Double Reeds" to their sisters who were sitting beside them, in order to "swindle" a free lunch. The girl's father is the captain of the local fire brigade, and they got free accommodation again very smoothly.
Meanwhile, at the request of a firefighter, Ernest went to his house to see a dying old man.
"Mom, I know that I can't help this poor woman. She can only live for a month at most. I can only try my best to make her live decently. In her dying eyes, there are helplessness, fear, and despair. There is also the smell of dying, as if her body will soon disappear, in the great unknowable that surrounds us."
Here they said goodbye to the motorcycle that had accompanied them for half the journey, because it Completely scrapped.
The wind blew through the wheat waves, and the sound of bagpipes lingered in the wind, and on this sunny morning, they caught a truck bound for Valparaiso.
Valparaiso, Chile, March 7, 1952, at km 3573.
Valparaiso, a lively seaside town, here, Ernest received a letter of breakup from his girlfriend, Cecina.
The sad Ernest took the letter and thought for a long time alone by the sea, and finally stood up firmly and continued the journey with Granado.
Ata Changma Desert, Chile, March 11, 1952, 4960 km.
In the desert they meet a communist couple. They were driven out by landlords on their own dry, barren land, and left with nothing left to find work.
"Their eyes were full of gloom and sadness, and they said that many of their friends had mysteriously disappeared and were probably thrown into the sea. It was the coldest night of my life, and meeting them made me feel good about it. In this way, the world has a deeper understanding, and suddenly it is unfamiliar to this world."
There were many people sitting there waiting to be selected by the mine owner in order to get a meal, and the couple was also included.
The mine owner seemed very inhumane. When the truck carrying the workers was about to leave, Ernest angrily picked up the stones on the ground and smashed them hard at the truck.
"When we left the mine, I felt that everything had changed, or we had changed. The deeper we went into the mountains, the more people we saw, and on their own land, they even had a shelter from the wind. There is no place where it rains."
Cusco, Peru, April 2, 1952, 6932 km.
In Cusco, a man named Doo Nass was their guide, and Ernest called him a very wise Cusco.
Along the way, Dao explained the city's history in detail, which Ernest and Grandona were interested in.
They came to the square to talk to several local women and listen to their stories about life.
On the way to the ancient ruins on the mountain, they meet a farmer on the mountain road who is forced to be driven out of his fields by the landlord during the harvest season. For the sake of his children's studies and the life of his family, he left his hometown alone to find a job.
Machu Piccha, Peru, April 5, 1952, 7014 km.
"The Incas were well versed in astronomy, medicine, mathematics, etc., but the Spanish invaders had gunpowder. What would America look like now if things weren't like that?"
standing on a site surrounded by mountains , Ernest looked into the distance, thinking deeply.
Lima, Peru, May 12, 1952, 8198 km.
Here they met Dr. Basser, the leader of leprosy research in Peru. Dr. Basser not only gave them some advice, but also gave them material and financial help. The encounter with Dr. Basser was the luckiest part of the trip.
Ernest stood on the deck watching the "pauper boat" being towed by ropes on the boat to St. Barbour. The crowded, cramped, filthy little boat, people's eyes dimmed.
San Babru, Peru, June 8, 1952, 10,223 km.
The leprosy hospital on the Amazon River is the highlight of the film. Here we see Ernest's broad mind. He treats every leper patient with kindness and kindness, and is the first doctor to shake hands with them without gloves.
He ate with them, played football, passed on warmth to them.
On the night of Ernest's birthday, despite Granner's dissuasion, he had asthma and decided to swim to the other side to celebrate his birthday with the leper. And he did, and he landed safely on the other side of the river. This move by Ernest moved everyone present, and they applauded and cheered for him!
Caracas, Venezuela, July 26, 1952, 12,425 km.
Ernest and Granado were at the airport respectively.
When the two of them met again, it was eight years later.
In 1960, Granado received an invitation from Cuba to be a scholar there, from his friend Fother, who by then was already a well-known revolutionary, a man of great influence and A man of extraordinary charisma, leader of the Cuban democratic revolution.
Ernest Guevara fought for his ideals in Congo and Bolivia. With the help of the FBI, the regular army captured him. He was assassinated by the authorities in October 1967.
Albert Granado, following his friend Fother, stayed in Cuba, where he founded the San Diego School of Medicine. He now lives with his wife Delia, three sons and grandchildren.
"This is not a moving legend, but a real experience in the lives of two young people who fought for the same desires and dreams.
Are we too narrow-minded? Too one-sided? Too radical? Are our conclusions too abrupt?
Perhaps...
...this voyage to America has changed me.
I am...not what I was, at least I've changed a lot."
Near Leticia, Colombia, June 22, 1952 , 10240 km.
While you can still walk, while you remember your dreams, let it burn on the road!
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