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Tuesday, July 04, 2006
July 4th
well it's July 4th and I'm in Charleston, South Carolina. I did a very american thing and went to WalMart where it was packed with people buying hotdogs and beer and hamburgers and wearing american flag t-shirts. I will see fireworks tonight i guess. But the best thing about today is that it's the day before tomorrow which is the day i fly home from Savannah, to Atlanta, to LA to Auckland to Sydney. yayyy! I haven't worked out exactly how long all that will take but i get home friday morning sydney time. I've been here for the past week after a few fun days in San Fran. It's realy really hot and humid here and i saw aligators. I'v ebeen to the beach, seen the historical town and some old southern plantations and houses. Been to shopping malls and tried a lot of different food places. There are very few one-off restaurants or cafes. Everything is driven to, there are no pdestrian walkways and a different food place everywhere. It;s defintly a different way of life to home.
Can't wait to see evryone!
Love nicky
Can't wait to see evryone!
Love nicky
Saturday, June 24, 2006
National Parks and San Fran
wow haven't written in ages. Left seattle two weeks ago and travelled to Mt Rainier Natrional Park. little did i know i would be hiking in thick snow. Slid down the side of Mt Rainier on a garbage bag. That was fun. Drove 500 miles through WEashingotn, Idaho and Montana and stayed in Missouri, Montana. Drove to yellowstone NP and saw black bears, a grizzly bear, coyote, elk, byson, moose and some other cool stuff. Saw lots of geysers inlcuding Old Faithful. Drove through Nevada and went to Craters of the Moon and some hot springs. Watched australia lose to someone in a casino in the middle of Nevada. Went to the Grand Tetons in Wyoming and stayed at Jackson. Hiked to Ampitheatre Lake which was entirley frozev over and started snowing as i ate my sandwich! Another 500 miles and got to Lake Tahoe on the Californai Nevada border with great views of the Sierra Nevada range. Drove to Yosemite NP which was so stunning. Hiked to Half-Dome which was 27km and took all day including a few hundred metres of vertical rock-face climbing. Most spectacular and satisfying walk ever, almost. Stopped at a winery for some wine-tasting outside san fran before arriving yesterday and walking over the golden gate bridge in cold and mist! Could go into more detail with all the walks but running out of time. Will be home in less than two weeks! yay!
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Victoria to Seattle
wow i'm sitting in the most amazing building...the Seattle Central Library (yeh i know, kerrin i just hear you saying that this is the kind of place i would hang out...actually making use of free internet as usual). Anyway, i just looked up the building online because i forgot who did it, but it's designed by Rem Koolhaas...wow, knew it must be someone good. As soon as i saw it i loved it. It's a big glass thing with odd geometry. You can see pictures at
http://www.arcspace.com/architects/koolhaas/Seattle/
The inside is great too, it just feels like you want to be here, with its vast space and light. agggh. wow.
anyway. Victoria turned out to be realyy great and i could finally make use of the loooong evenings before sunset by strolling around. Reminds me an english seaside town, nto that i've been to one recently, but you know.
The ferry trip through the Puget Sound wasn't AS great as it thought, mainly because the Sound is so wide. i think i was spoiled by seeing Doubtful Sound in NZ.
Seattle so far is fascinating with its buildings and bookshops and interesting food places. It's seems far more interesting and accessible than New York. New York has the hype, but Seattle seems to have more to explore...well, so far. i'll see how it goes.
Finding the hostel on Union street near Pike Street Market was a bit of a nightmare. My pack seems heavier every time i wear it. I got off the ferry at Pier 69 and according to my map needed to walk many blocks to Union Street. Then there's that horrible feeling where you realised you've walked too far and have to turn back. The day was unusually warm and the pack was SO heavy i kept sitting down. I finally finally found the place...this story really has no interseting twist other than the bag was heavy and i wa slost and hot...guess you had to be there...or be me.
When i was wlaking around this afternoon up to Broadway to change my tickets i wlaked past this 'lady' who had her elbow poking out and i burshed it as i walked past. I was like 'sorry' as you do, expecting a similar 'sorry' as she was well out fo her personal space zone with that elbow, and then i hear behind me this, "excuse YOU bitch!!". I was like, 'oh great' she's gonna come and scratch my face or something..."she kept yelling "hey i'm talking to you bitch!". I really couldn't care less because of how she was talking. If anything i was already imaginaing it being a good story. Although i did turn my head slightly to make sure she wasn't walking my way with her claws out. hehe
The othe rfunny thing was overhearing some locals in Vicotria talking about the weather forecast, "going to be a scorcher and a record-breaker" they said. hehe, i was very interested to hear what this scorcher temperature was. "ooh about 26 or 27 degrees." Actually sounded pretty wamr for there when it gets only low 20s in the summer, but it was still funny. They all started talking about sunburn, and one lady said she tends not to go outside in the summer in case of sun damage. hehe once again.
Well, i 'm going to keep walking around for a while, and maybe explore the library a little more. In two days i start my national parks tour.
http://www.arcspace.com/architects/koolhaas/Seattle/
The inside is great too, it just feels like you want to be here, with its vast space and light. agggh. wow.
anyway. Victoria turned out to be realyy great and i could finally make use of the loooong evenings before sunset by strolling around. Reminds me an english seaside town, nto that i've been to one recently, but you know.
The ferry trip through the Puget Sound wasn't AS great as it thought, mainly because the Sound is so wide. i think i was spoiled by seeing Doubtful Sound in NZ.
Seattle so far is fascinating with its buildings and bookshops and interesting food places. It's seems far more interesting and accessible than New York. New York has the hype, but Seattle seems to have more to explore...well, so far. i'll see how it goes.
Finding the hostel on Union street near Pike Street Market was a bit of a nightmare. My pack seems heavier every time i wear it. I got off the ferry at Pier 69 and according to my map needed to walk many blocks to Union Street. Then there's that horrible feeling where you realised you've walked too far and have to turn back. The day was unusually warm and the pack was SO heavy i kept sitting down. I finally finally found the place...this story really has no interseting twist other than the bag was heavy and i wa slost and hot...guess you had to be there...or be me.
When i was wlaking around this afternoon up to Broadway to change my tickets i wlaked past this 'lady' who had her elbow poking out and i burshed it as i walked past. I was like 'sorry' as you do, expecting a similar 'sorry' as she was well out fo her personal space zone with that elbow, and then i hear behind me this, "excuse YOU bitch!!". I was like, 'oh great' she's gonna come and scratch my face or something..."she kept yelling "hey i'm talking to you bitch!". I really couldn't care less because of how she was talking. If anything i was already imaginaing it being a good story. Although i did turn my head slightly to make sure she wasn't walking my way with her claws out. hehe
The othe rfunny thing was overhearing some locals in Vicotria talking about the weather forecast, "going to be a scorcher and a record-breaker" they said. hehe, i was very interested to hear what this scorcher temperature was. "ooh about 26 or 27 degrees." Actually sounded pretty wamr for there when it gets only low 20s in the summer, but it was still funny. They all started talking about sunburn, and one lady said she tends not to go outside in the summer in case of sun damage. hehe once again.
Well, i 'm going to keep walking around for a while, and maybe explore the library a little more. In two days i start my national parks tour.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Tofino - Vancouver Island
my last day in Vancouver was really good. Did a massive walk around the seawall at Stanley Park, the headland of Vancouver downtown. In the afternoon caught the ferry to north vancouver then found my way by bus to Lynn Canyon. There was a big canyon and a suspension bridge. I did a walk through the trails there and at the beginning there was a sign saying Beware of Black Bears. That got me all nervous and i couldn't concentrate on anything but looking for bears. Ever since the bull-charging I realise how irrational animals can be and you can't just say 'hey, stop that, i didn't do anything to you.' Or maybe, it is actually complete rationality - and that you can't argue your way out of either. Bull gets angry, bull charges. Bear gets hungry, bear eats. hmmm
So, on saturday, or whatever day it was, i got the ferry over to Vancouver Island. I almost missed the only bus to Tofino because i came out the wrong exit at the ferry, and then i had to run alongside the bus with my backpack on and knock on the door till the driver stopped. He was going to leave without me! He crossed my name off and everything, and i wasm't even late!
The drive across to the west was cool with lots of golden wattle everywhere, and the usual snow-capped mountains and those pine-looking tress which i think are actually called hemlock trees, as well as western red cedar trees. I couldn't believe it on my first night in Tofino the sun didn't set until 9.30, and then it didn't really get dark till 11.30. I wasn't sure what to do. You can't exactly go to bed when the sun is still high and bright, but i was pretty tired. So i put my clothes over my pajamas and walked out to the headland and watched the sun go down. The area around Tofion is beautiful and part of Pacific Rim Reserve, which is a UNESCO biosphere reserve world heritage site. So, obviously a place worth preserving. I did sea-kayaking out to nearby Meares Island where we did a hike through an old-growth forest and got swooped by a large bald-headed eagle, and saw lots of starfish along the way. I also rented a mountain bike and tried to see a bit more that way. It's probably the kind of place you want to be with people/person. Still trying to adjust to not being with a group. Makes it hard to go for a hike alone because apart from the warning signs for bears, there are also signs saying to be careful because there are wolves in the parks. Overall though, it was a beautiful place. Would like to come back some day and try the West Coast Trail.
Today i spent the day in a bus getting to Victoria, the capital of Vancouver Island down at the bottom. So far, the city seems really interesting, with old english type things and buildings and shops. Seems a shame to only have a night here. Tomorrow morning getting the ferry through Puget Sound to Seattle.
Two Canadian phrases used ALL the time:
1. Right on
eg. Where are you travelin' from? Australia. Oh, right on. How long for? One week. Right on.
2. Totally
eg. Can you please tell me where the laundry is? I can totally tell you where the laundry is.
So, on saturday, or whatever day it was, i got the ferry over to Vancouver Island. I almost missed the only bus to Tofino because i came out the wrong exit at the ferry, and then i had to run alongside the bus with my backpack on and knock on the door till the driver stopped. He was going to leave without me! He crossed my name off and everything, and i wasm't even late!
The drive across to the west was cool with lots of golden wattle everywhere, and the usual snow-capped mountains and those pine-looking tress which i think are actually called hemlock trees, as well as western red cedar trees. I couldn't believe it on my first night in Tofino the sun didn't set until 9.30, and then it didn't really get dark till 11.30. I wasn't sure what to do. You can't exactly go to bed when the sun is still high and bright, but i was pretty tired. So i put my clothes over my pajamas and walked out to the headland and watched the sun go down. The area around Tofion is beautiful and part of Pacific Rim Reserve, which is a UNESCO biosphere reserve world heritage site. So, obviously a place worth preserving. I did sea-kayaking out to nearby Meares Island where we did a hike through an old-growth forest and got swooped by a large bald-headed eagle, and saw lots of starfish along the way. I also rented a mountain bike and tried to see a bit more that way. It's probably the kind of place you want to be with people/person. Still trying to adjust to not being with a group. Makes it hard to go for a hike alone because apart from the warning signs for bears, there are also signs saying to be careful because there are wolves in the parks. Overall though, it was a beautiful place. Would like to come back some day and try the West Coast Trail.
Today i spent the day in a bus getting to Victoria, the capital of Vancouver Island down at the bottom. So far, the city seems really interesting, with old english type things and buildings and shops. Seems a shame to only have a night here. Tomorrow morning getting the ferry through Puget Sound to Seattle.
Two Canadian phrases used ALL the time:
1. Right on
eg. Where are you travelin' from? Australia. Oh, right on. How long for? One week. Right on.
2. Totally
eg. Can you please tell me where the laundry is? I can totally tell you where the laundry is.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
more Vancouver
starting to feel so much more relaxed now that here and in nice coolish weather. It seems to rain alot, or is at least really overcast, but that is a nice change. The food options here are so much better than New York, there is a great range of Asian food. Today got the bus down UBC (University British Columbia) to go to the Museum of Anthropology, mostly to see the amazing building. The exhibitions were interesting, but the setting and the concrete building with cascading spaces with huge glass walls was great to see. The campus itself is so pretty with lots of green grass and garden areas. There is always a really nice smell as you walk around various flowers, i don't know what they were but some of them were so familiar it made me feel really happy. The campus, i didn't realise was huge, but i ended up walking to the other side and went to the Botanical Gardens there (sounds like a real mum and dad day). They pretty good and smelt so nice, but of course it started raining as i was doing the forest trail. I was getting too tired to run so i just strolled back and got really wet in the rain! I eventually found the bus back to downtown and got it. hmmm. interesting. Ooh i also checked out the Architecture faculty to see how it compares to usyd, and it was really nice, but nowhere near usyd. Their studios were pretty ordinary, although their drawing boards looked pretty amazing.
I spent the rest of this afternoon making lunch for myself (finally, a kitchen!). This hostel is so so great. Compared to everywhere, or not even compared i feel in luxury.
no time left
nicky
I spent the rest of this afternoon making lunch for myself (finally, a kitchen!). This hostel is so so great. Compared to everywhere, or not even compared i feel in luxury.
no time left
nicky
Amantani
our massive room, and...
the bathroom!
our family - esther, angela and Betsy, and me the way too tall-looking one on the end
working hard
cooking for our host families on the last day - wearing traditional clothes
Bonny and me throwing our flower necklaces into the lake as we said goodbye to the island
Mural
The final mural in the reception at the Huran hacienda and the final 'mural team' who did the last few days of hard work.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Vancouver
so glad to leave New York - not sure whether it was the return bout of Giardia or the city itself, but I am completely exhausted and feel like I can almost breathe again after a week of walking all over the place and being so hot. I never thought i would say this, but i actually wouldn't mind it being even cooller in Vancouver. It is 19 today when i arrived this morning, and after New York i wouldn't mind it being peru-cold for a while. I've had no sleep in i don't know how long, maybe 30 or 40 hours, too tired to work it out. I thought it would be a good idea to get to the airport the night before my early morning flight and try and either check-in or get an earlier flight. As usual the person serving me was rude and snapped back that there is only one flight, and threw the paper back at me. I couldn't beleive it. Actually i totally could beleive it. I had heard about New Yorkers having a reputation for being rude and grumpy but i didn't expect it to prove so true and so obviuosly. I've never had so many rude encounters in one week ever. Almost every person is grumpy, and shops act like they don't want customers and the man at reception one day pointed at me and barked "pay your rent!!". It's funny how after a while you find yourself become grumpy just because everyone around you is - although i tried to remain happy and tried to make a joke about paying my rent and he was just like "yeh? you think that's gonna make me feel better?". pfff. go away.
Arriving in Vancouver seemed like i'd dropped into some heaven on earth where people smile and say thank you and have small-talk and don't look at you like your from another planet. aggh. The actual city, from what i can see so far, is quite pretty with the snowy-mountains surrounding it. Ususally i would have described these as "huge or spectacular" but compared to Peru mountains they are more like pretty mountains, but still pretty big as fas as mountains go.
i pretty much spent this afternoon sleeping as i am trying to recover and get some sleep but i think i am beyond not sleeping and for some reason can't sleep even though everything is blurry if i just sit and stare. I think i may regret this post if i read it later, sounds really wierd.
In future i will only sleep at the airport if it seems absolutley necessary. The time actually went quite fast, but i just on a cold stone bench and listened to music and read my book. I was sitting in a table area when this guy from Zambia just sits right opposite me and i look up from my book and look around at the acres of empty chairs (at 1.00am) and really strain my brain as to why he sat right there and not somewhere more away. Just as i am about to lie down on the bench to try and sleep he starts striking up conversation. He started doing 20 questions Nicky-style. He was firing random questions about if i have ever been to Africa. He even forgot my answers and asked the same questions twice. eg. Have you been to Africa? No. Then ten minutes later in the conversation. Where have you been in Africa? I haven't been to Africa. Ooh ooh and also he was perplexed that i would book my own travel and not use an agent. He couldn't beleive that i would arrive at an airport and not have someone waiting for me. He looked at my bag and asked "Is that not somewhat cumbersome?". i think i said something like hell yeh. oops.
well you can tell i am on my own again as i have resorted to writing about odd social encounters and insignificant things.
Happy Birthday Dad!!!! Love Nicky
Arriving in Vancouver seemed like i'd dropped into some heaven on earth where people smile and say thank you and have small-talk and don't look at you like your from another planet. aggh. The actual city, from what i can see so far, is quite pretty with the snowy-mountains surrounding it. Ususally i would have described these as "huge or spectacular" but compared to Peru mountains they are more like pretty mountains, but still pretty big as fas as mountains go.
i pretty much spent this afternoon sleeping as i am trying to recover and get some sleep but i think i am beyond not sleeping and for some reason can't sleep even though everything is blurry if i just sit and stare. I think i may regret this post if i read it later, sounds really wierd.
In future i will only sleep at the airport if it seems absolutley necessary. The time actually went quite fast, but i just on a cold stone bench and listened to music and read my book. I was sitting in a table area when this guy from Zambia just sits right opposite me and i look up from my book and look around at the acres of empty chairs (at 1.00am) and really strain my brain as to why he sat right there and not somewhere more away. Just as i am about to lie down on the bench to try and sleep he starts striking up conversation. He started doing 20 questions Nicky-style. He was firing random questions about if i have ever been to Africa. He even forgot my answers and asked the same questions twice. eg. Have you been to Africa? No. Then ten minutes later in the conversation. Where have you been in Africa? I haven't been to Africa. Ooh ooh and also he was perplexed that i would book my own travel and not use an agent. He couldn't beleive that i would arrive at an airport and not have someone waiting for me. He looked at my bag and asked "Is that not somewhat cumbersome?". i think i said something like hell yeh. oops.
well you can tell i am on my own again as i have resorted to writing about odd social encounters and insignificant things.
Happy Birthday Dad!!!! Love Nicky
Saturday, May 27, 2006
New York
Must be quick as once again i am using the free internet in the amazingly crazy packed apple store on fifth avenue which is underground enter via a glass cube. Been in new york for i have no idea how many days. Honestly, this morning i discovered it was saturday instead of friday. I couldn't beleive it. I was going to go to the free Guggenheim night tonight (being friday) but now i can't because it is actually saturday. I have no idea where i lost a day, but i intend to find out. Last night, after lining up in times square at 4 i managed to a half-price last-minute ticket to broadway musical "Rent". it was pretty good as far as musicals go, but maybe in general i'm not a musical fan. They kept singing and dancing all the time. hehe. just kidding.
Yesterday i went to MoMa and wandered round the galleries for a couple of hours and got an updated photo of me with picassos goat (i have one of me sitting on it as a 12 year old). The subway system is so good. You just find a station, pretty much everywhere you look, then transfer to your line and get where you want in a couple of minutes.
There is also way way way too much choice for food and yet no choice all at the same time. Everywhere there is Dunkin Donuts, and every other kind of food place you can think. plus every second shop is a 'deli' selloing cakes, sandwiches, salads and biscuits, muffins, bagels. Every steeet corner sells hot dogs, pretzels and nuts. Every street has a pizza shop where you a 'slice' which in itself is the size of a persoanl pizza. It's impossible top escape the thought of food or spending in some way. It's interesting and fun but exhausting at the same time. The weather is really nice compared to being in cold Peru, but it is almost too hot (for me that is pretty hot). Tomoorw will be 85. I ahevbn't worked out what that is but it sounds pretty damn hot, especially because today is only 70 something and i'm sweating like a pig. When i go back to my shoe-box tonight i will plan what i will do for tomorrow and work out what day it is. Maybe i'm only noticing the consumerism compared to living on an island for three weeks, but even Sydney has nowhere near this level of consumerism.
This afternoon i went to the united Nations building and had a look around. It was all empty so nothing much to see but the building and the gardens are really great. All the americans in the tour wanted to know if people got kicked out of the UN for being bad or going against the rules. HA! obviously not. i chuckled to myself at their questions, most of them seemed to have no idea about anything. The tour guide talked about NGOs and they all asked simultaneoulsy "what is an NGO??". haha.
well i think i have outstayed my welcome at the apple store for today and feeling increasingly pressured to leave as many shopkeepers hanging around me and asking if i need help. only so many times i can say "no, just testing the performance with the net."
Yesterday i went to MoMa and wandered round the galleries for a couple of hours and got an updated photo of me with picassos goat (i have one of me sitting on it as a 12 year old). The subway system is so good. You just find a station, pretty much everywhere you look, then transfer to your line and get where you want in a couple of minutes.
There is also way way way too much choice for food and yet no choice all at the same time. Everywhere there is Dunkin Donuts, and every other kind of food place you can think. plus every second shop is a 'deli' selloing cakes, sandwiches, salads and biscuits, muffins, bagels. Every steeet corner sells hot dogs, pretzels and nuts. Every street has a pizza shop where you a 'slice' which in itself is the size of a persoanl pizza. It's impossible top escape the thought of food or spending in some way. It's interesting and fun but exhausting at the same time. The weather is really nice compared to being in cold Peru, but it is almost too hot (for me that is pretty hot). Tomoorw will be 85. I ahevbn't worked out what that is but it sounds pretty damn hot, especially because today is only 70 something and i'm sweating like a pig. When i go back to my shoe-box tonight i will plan what i will do for tomorrow and work out what day it is. Maybe i'm only noticing the consumerism compared to living on an island for three weeks, but even Sydney has nowhere near this level of consumerism.
This afternoon i went to the united Nations building and had a look around. It was all empty so nothing much to see but the building and the gardens are really great. All the americans in the tour wanted to know if people got kicked out of the UN for being bad or going against the rules. HA! obviously not. i chuckled to myself at their questions, most of them seemed to have no idea about anything. The tour guide talked about NGOs and they all asked simultaneoulsy "what is an NGO??". haha.
well i think i have outstayed my welcome at the apple store for today and feeling increasingly pressured to leave as many shopkeepers hanging around me and asking if i need help. only so many times i can say "no, just testing the performance with the net."
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Macchu Picchu to Lima
wow already it feels like so long ago that we were all waving goodbye to our host families on Amantani Island. Since then i´ve done the Inca trail and visited Macchu Picchu and now i´m writing this from lima before i fly out to New York tomorrow night. Having been living away from a lot of western culture for the past three months, especially the past month living on the island and being able to count on one hand the number of times i washed, and not being able to count on both hands the number of times i ate potatoes, it is the strangest feeling being in a big city. Now that i am in Lima with its cars, smog, fast food chains, shopping malls etc etc i feel totally overhwhelmed, aware, and unable to process everything. Like in the movies where a caveman is transported into the future and they cut his hair and give him a shower and dress him up but he still walks and has no idea about anything - this is the closest i´ve been to understanding how that caveman feels. Sounds stupid but that is the closest i can describe.
The Inca trek was four days of hard walking but totally worth it. The first day was fairly easy and pleasant with an amazingly big and tasty lunch cooked by the porters. We got to campsite fairly early with a view of big snowy mountain in the distance. The night was cold and i was scared in my tent because i couldn´t sleep and all night i could hear a cow outside my tent chewing really loudly and breathing. For some reason i got it in my head that the cow would fall and crush me in my sleep - so i didn´t sleep much and was very glad when the morning came.
The second day was very tough. probably my toughest walk. The morning, starting at 7, was 5.5 hours of continual and steep uphill walking with a heavy pack on my back. I started off well and energised and then after and hour or two i got exhausted (that damn cow near my tent) and started going quite slowly and taking breaks. The track was quite full of people and there were lots of people struggling in the hot sunshine. The scenery was quite good but that was the time when you more concentrate on the dusty gravel path and try not to look up too often. It´s also the bit when you tell yourself you´re an idiot for thinking you want to do the inca trek. But then when you finally finally reach the top and stop and look out over where you walked you feel so satisfied and excited about the next bit.
That second day was Dead Womans Pass and we walked for anoither hour or so steeply downhill after that to the second campsite. This campsite was the highest one and pretty damn cold when the sun went down. We sat around in the dark under the clear starry sky as the mist rooled up the valley and told scary stories. It was pretty fun if a little cold. We had another awesome meal, not that i remeber what it was, but i´m sure it was good and then had an early night as were all exhausted from the days walk.
The third was the most diverse and spectacular of the three days. we stopped at several ruins along the way and had to cross two passes. The environemnt syarted getting jungle-like and moist and humid and started seeing more flowers and birds. The first pass of the day was stunning when you reached thew top and looked out across the next valley and the snowy mountains in the distance. The second pass wound around a mountain side with a few uphills and downhills and even a few wonderful wonderful flat normal paths with neither an up or a down to speak of!!! The descent down from the last pass was good at first as it was downhill but after several hours (including a lunch break about two thirds down) of downhill walking it was a killer, especially on my knee. Having doubted being able to even do a one day walk with my knee i was amazed i was able to walk so far, so the pain that continued to get worse as i went on pounding down the mountainside didn´t really matter because i knew i was going to make it to the end. As i limped into the final campsite at altitiude 2000m (so nice and not cold) next to the Urubamba river and facing the back of macchu picchu with my walking stick and heavy pack, sweat soaking my clothes, dirty sweaty hair, stinky shoes, aching legs and puffing like crazy i felt so satisfied and happy that i´d completed the trek. suddenly being clean didn´t really seem so great but looking around me at the mountains and the river, and the thought of being at macchu picchu the next morning was enough to keep me going for anohter night of camping. I´d ,managed to avoid squat toilets in peru up until then, but that was the only option at the campsite. I was going to have one of the cold outdoor showers there but ended opting for the river instead - which really didn´t clean me at all but i think it made me think i was clean.
After an apparently bad tip ofr the porters we got up at 4.30 next morning to a very miserly breakfast and walked along the rail tracks for an hour or so until we arrived at Agues Calientes. The base town for Macchu picchu. It´s a shame we couldn´t walk the classic way through the sun gate and see the ruins appear in the valley, but due to a landslide we had to avoid that way and go via the town and via the bus up the hillside.
we got to the macchu picchu ruins by 6.30 when it was still misty. It was diffcult to see anything much further than a few metres. It was a bit eery and mysterious to walk in and not be able to take everything in. As the mist rose away and the early morning sunshine burnt through the ruins slowly became visible. Suddnely we were standing amongst the stone walls and terraced hills surrounded by tall pointy jungle mountians with warm sunshine just scraping over the hills and through the remaining clouds. It was a pretty stunning way for the ruins to appear, made for not walking through the sungate. We walked pretty far up to the sun gate anyway to get the class9ic view over the ruins. I knew the ruins would be pretty fascinating, but what i didn´t expect was that the surroundings mountains and views would be what makes it so beautiful there. You could see why the incas built it in such a way and also why it had been lost for so long. It feels so remote and isolated. You look out past the ruins and out over the vastness of the mountians and the valleys and feel so small but so happy to have seen such a beautiful part of the world.
The rest of that day was spent running back down the hill to Aguas Calientes, to avoid the 18 soles bus ride, running past other tourists and making them wonder why the hell we would want to run down the hill. It almost felt like an explanation as we ran past one group hollering and with Stephen yelling ¨voluntarios!!!¨.
In the late afternoon we all headed up to the hot springs (aguas calientes) for a much needed relaxation session. After briefly washing off in the cold running water next to the pool I got in the very warm water and it was like heaven - especially having had no hot shower for almost a week, and only one hot shower in over a month. We stayed there until dark and sipped on pina coladas. agghhhh
The next day we all discovered that if you´ve already seen macchu picchu and been to the hot springs, then there really isnñt much to do other than walk the railway lines, sit on rocks near the river, or eat tourist food at expensive restaurants. I opted mostly for the first two until finally 4 o´clock came and we got on the train fotr the four hour ride to cusco.
That was less than 24 hours ago and now the program has finished and i´ve said good bye to everyone, flown to Lima and here i am for 24 hours in Lima with Amy and Will before i say goodbye to them as well and head to New York by myself.
For now i am still very sad to have finished the program and left everyone, and also feel strangely disjointed at being in lima and not being with a bunch of people and wondering the hell i am doing.
Overall though i feel happy to have gotten so much more out of the program in Peru than i ever expected. For that i feel happy and optimistic and looking forward to the next part of my journey.
Nicky
The Inca trek was four days of hard walking but totally worth it. The first day was fairly easy and pleasant with an amazingly big and tasty lunch cooked by the porters. We got to campsite fairly early with a view of big snowy mountain in the distance. The night was cold and i was scared in my tent because i couldn´t sleep and all night i could hear a cow outside my tent chewing really loudly and breathing. For some reason i got it in my head that the cow would fall and crush me in my sleep - so i didn´t sleep much and was very glad when the morning came.
The second day was very tough. probably my toughest walk. The morning, starting at 7, was 5.5 hours of continual and steep uphill walking with a heavy pack on my back. I started off well and energised and then after and hour or two i got exhausted (that damn cow near my tent) and started going quite slowly and taking breaks. The track was quite full of people and there were lots of people struggling in the hot sunshine. The scenery was quite good but that was the time when you more concentrate on the dusty gravel path and try not to look up too often. It´s also the bit when you tell yourself you´re an idiot for thinking you want to do the inca trek. But then when you finally finally reach the top and stop and look out over where you walked you feel so satisfied and excited about the next bit.
That second day was Dead Womans Pass and we walked for anoither hour or so steeply downhill after that to the second campsite. This campsite was the highest one and pretty damn cold when the sun went down. We sat around in the dark under the clear starry sky as the mist rooled up the valley and told scary stories. It was pretty fun if a little cold. We had another awesome meal, not that i remeber what it was, but i´m sure it was good and then had an early night as were all exhausted from the days walk.
The third was the most diverse and spectacular of the three days. we stopped at several ruins along the way and had to cross two passes. The environemnt syarted getting jungle-like and moist and humid and started seeing more flowers and birds. The first pass of the day was stunning when you reached thew top and looked out across the next valley and the snowy mountains in the distance. The second pass wound around a mountain side with a few uphills and downhills and even a few wonderful wonderful flat normal paths with neither an up or a down to speak of!!! The descent down from the last pass was good at first as it was downhill but after several hours (including a lunch break about two thirds down) of downhill walking it was a killer, especially on my knee. Having doubted being able to even do a one day walk with my knee i was amazed i was able to walk so far, so the pain that continued to get worse as i went on pounding down the mountainside didn´t really matter because i knew i was going to make it to the end. As i limped into the final campsite at altitiude 2000m (so nice and not cold) next to the Urubamba river and facing the back of macchu picchu with my walking stick and heavy pack, sweat soaking my clothes, dirty sweaty hair, stinky shoes, aching legs and puffing like crazy i felt so satisfied and happy that i´d completed the trek. suddenly being clean didn´t really seem so great but looking around me at the mountains and the river, and the thought of being at macchu picchu the next morning was enough to keep me going for anohter night of camping. I´d ,managed to avoid squat toilets in peru up until then, but that was the only option at the campsite. I was going to have one of the cold outdoor showers there but ended opting for the river instead - which really didn´t clean me at all but i think it made me think i was clean.
After an apparently bad tip ofr the porters we got up at 4.30 next morning to a very miserly breakfast and walked along the rail tracks for an hour or so until we arrived at Agues Calientes. The base town for Macchu picchu. It´s a shame we couldn´t walk the classic way through the sun gate and see the ruins appear in the valley, but due to a landslide we had to avoid that way and go via the town and via the bus up the hillside.
we got to the macchu picchu ruins by 6.30 when it was still misty. It was diffcult to see anything much further than a few metres. It was a bit eery and mysterious to walk in and not be able to take everything in. As the mist rose away and the early morning sunshine burnt through the ruins slowly became visible. Suddnely we were standing amongst the stone walls and terraced hills surrounded by tall pointy jungle mountians with warm sunshine just scraping over the hills and through the remaining clouds. It was a pretty stunning way for the ruins to appear, made for not walking through the sungate. We walked pretty far up to the sun gate anyway to get the class9ic view over the ruins. I knew the ruins would be pretty fascinating, but what i didn´t expect was that the surroundings mountains and views would be what makes it so beautiful there. You could see why the incas built it in such a way and also why it had been lost for so long. It feels so remote and isolated. You look out past the ruins and out over the vastness of the mountians and the valleys and feel so small but so happy to have seen such a beautiful part of the world.
The rest of that day was spent running back down the hill to Aguas Calientes, to avoid the 18 soles bus ride, running past other tourists and making them wonder why the hell we would want to run down the hill. It almost felt like an explanation as we ran past one group hollering and with Stephen yelling ¨voluntarios!!!¨.
In the late afternoon we all headed up to the hot springs (aguas calientes) for a much needed relaxation session. After briefly washing off in the cold running water next to the pool I got in the very warm water and it was like heaven - especially having had no hot shower for almost a week, and only one hot shower in over a month. We stayed there until dark and sipped on pina coladas. agghhhh
The next day we all discovered that if you´ve already seen macchu picchu and been to the hot springs, then there really isnñt much to do other than walk the railway lines, sit on rocks near the river, or eat tourist food at expensive restaurants. I opted mostly for the first two until finally 4 o´clock came and we got on the train fotr the four hour ride to cusco.
That was less than 24 hours ago and now the program has finished and i´ve said good bye to everyone, flown to Lima and here i am for 24 hours in Lima with Amy and Will before i say goodbye to them as well and head to New York by myself.
For now i am still very sad to have finished the program and left everyone, and also feel strangely disjointed at being in lima and not being with a bunch of people and wondering the hell i am doing.
Overall though i feel happy to have gotten so much more out of the program in Peru than i ever expected. For that i feel happy and optimistic and looking forward to the next part of my journey.
Nicky
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Amantani Island
Today we arrived back from Amantani Island, having been there for three weeks. It´s pretty hard to sum up the whole experience in this post but i´ll write a bit about it.
My host family met us when we came off the boat and we walked about 15 minutes from the main port to our house. Other people in the group were spread over this part of the island. We arrived at the mudbrick, courtyard house and walked up the stairs, banging my head as i went and we were preparing ourselves for the worst. They opened the tiny metal door and we walked into a long room with four single beds and a long table in the middle with sunlight pouring into the windows. It was so much better than expected and we were really happy with our room. The view from the balcony overlooked the lake through eucalyptus trees and other houses. Our host mother Esther is only 23, she has a four year old daughter, betsy and a mother and sister.
At first we were really happy about the food. After a while though, the food became repetitive. Every single meal, except breakfast, involved some sort of soup - and a big bowl of it. Our family usually served us either soup with fried batter balls, or fried egg on rice, or potatoes with fried egg, or as on the second last night, cold potatoes with tuna. agggh. For breakfast, on a good day we got a pancake with jam on it, or otherwise we had fried egg in bread, or fried flat batter things, or egg on rice, or just plain bread with jam. Everything is extremely salty, and when i say ¨fried¨i really mean fried. They don´t hold back on the oil. When you bite into a fried egg sandwich you sort of get squirts of oil that come out of the egg! But despite that i think i still probably lost weight, purely because you are walking all the time about the island, and at that altitude you get quite puffed. Oh, also that fact that we were working everyday doing physical labour probably helped.
We worked for five days each week for four hours each morning. The project was to build a school lunchroom for the school there called Inti Wawacuna. It wasn´t quite as satisfying as our last project. We had a new maestro who wasn´t quite as cheerful as the old maestro in Huaran. We pretty much did all the bitty work like collecting sand and rocks from the beach for the cement etc. Obviously still an important job because someone had to do it, but it didn´t help with feeling like we were part of the project. That´s probably why i´m finishiung this paragraph here because there really isn´t much to write about it other than we finished it andf did a good job and now the kids have somewhere to eat - all the other stuff is the interesting stuff.
Quite a few times we played volleyball against some of the local teams (volley is really popualr in Peru). Of course they always beat us but we had quite a few really fun games, and even some really competitive games. One time we walked up to the high school and me and Stephen took the net from my ¨mum¨Esther. When we got there we were swarmed by kids who wanted to play, but we didn´t know how to set the net up, so they grabbed it from us and and set it up. Even the kids were really good players and beat us!
The lifestyle was very different. There were no cars of course, and there is no electricity (i think purely because people in general can´t afford it, even though it works out as about 5 dollars a month per household to pay for power), no showers or running water or flushing toilets. Every few days we would go down to the lake after work and try our best to clean our clothes. I think i washed my hair three times in three weeks. The first time i went in the lake i underestimated the coldness. I had my bathers on and thought it would be a good idea to wade out into the deeper part and try to submerge myself in order to wash properly. I got down to my shoulders and had a sudden feeling of not being to breathe properly. I think the cold stunned me and i flapped around for a few seconds saying ï can´t breathe, i can´t breathe¨. From that day i decided i would rather be dirty than be that cold again. Other washing times consisted more of a light splashing motion than a full bathe. The strange thing is there was no point, except maybe once, when i said to myself that i really really wanted a hot shower. In fact, a hot shower was out of my realm of thinking - the m,ost your mind can comprehend is cold unning being a luxury.
Before i went there i thought that the lack of mod cons would be a big deal. But the longer we styaed there the more i realised how unimportant all those things really are. Of course, having lights and hot water is great and i wouldn´t want to live without them, but i can understand different priorities now. If i had to choose between hot water and lights, or more food, i would definitly choose food. All the other things fade away, but hunger is not something you get used to.
As a result of living by candlelight our bedtime was usually in the hour of 7. Which meant my candle was usually blown out by 8ish. We had one or two late nights which meant going to bed at about 10.30. Its amazing how much of an impact the moon has when you have no lights. A full moon means you can walk around after dark and see where you are going, or got to the outhouse without a torch.
On the thrusday night of the first week we had soup for dinner and we ate in the small, smoky kitchen withy the family. I was quite full and really didn´t feel like eating but the family is so poor and i didn´t want to be rude and not eat, especially when food is so precious. So i ate, then i went to bed and started feeling sick, and that was the beginning of one of the worst nights ever. I was up all night running outside to the cold balcony and throwing up. I don´t think i got any sleep. I didnt realise until about two later that that was the beginning of the return of the Giardia that i had had in Huran. This time it was worse and it took me much longer to recover. On sunday went to the doctor and got some medicine, and Rob and Bonny organised for the three sick people to stay in a house called the Casablanca owned by the people we were working with on the project. The house had solar power which meant we could switch lights on at night time, but there was still no running water. I didn´t go back to work until the tuesday, but even then i wasn´t any help because i had no energy. it wasn´t until thurday or friday that i could really do much or eat much. From the thursday when i got sick, for about a week, i had no appetite and pretty much just ate bread.
On the last wednesday there i walked up one of the big hills on the island where there is an old temple on top and watched the sunrise. Me and Stephen left just before 5am and it took about 45 minutes to get up the hill. i wore my thermal pants, two thermal tops plus my overclothes becaus ei knew it would be cold. It was getting colder every night when we were there and apparently it gets fown to minus 10C in mid-winter. So anyway, from the top of the mountain the view is spectacular and the there was already an orangey glow when we got there and the wobbly ball of sunshine appeared from behind a distant mountain across the glassy still lake. It rose quite quickly and as always began a brilliant sunny, clear, but cold day.
On the middle weekend saturday i spent the morning walking around the island. It is a fair way but i stuck to some of the inner paths and overlooked the edge of the island the whole way. There are several different communites spread around the island and i passed through some of them. It was one of my best walks ever, it is hard to describe so i will include some of the diray entry i wrote whilst walking:
After walking for an hour i´ve just sat down at a beautiful pebble beach on the southern side of Amantani. There aret iny waves lapping lazily at the edge of my toes and the calm water ripples and twinkles in the bright sunshine. At firslt glance on coming down the hill the beach appears deserted, but as you approach you notice a man washing from rocks to the left, and in a sheltered cove two fishermen sit in seperate boats talking to one another, oars ready to go. Up to the right above some terraced walls is one mudbrick house - a little girl carries a bleating lamb in her arms.
After another hour of strenuous walking i sit perched on some rocks on a steep hillside overlooking a wide cove and a large but sparse village of red-roofed mud huts. The sun shines behind over the steep, jagged rock formations towering above me. To my left a line oif sharply rising narrow rocks splinters its way down the hillside and becomes smaller in the valley below. etc etc
Another hour of walking and i am sitting sheltered by a small semi-circle stone wall in a grey dusty landscape looking down at the shear drop below me where grey chunks of rock become big speckled boulders, which cascade vertically into the dry terraced hills below which in turn runs sharply down into the lake where it abruptly meets the clear green water. The only sounds come from the wind and a family harvesting their crops from a small field on the hill face below me. On the wayi stopped and asked a woman working in the field whether it was possible to walk out here to the edge of the peninsula. I had already walked up a massive hill, through old stone archways on a paved path and it appeared to be the highest point. It platueaed out into dry fields bounded in a maze-like fashion by stone walls. After discovering i was a volunteer her mood instantly changed and she smiled and asked me where i was from and let me know the best route through the maze of walls.
Of course i have to mention this next thing. It happened as i was finishing my gour hour walk that i describe above. Lunch was at the school at 1, so i ran for the lasy half hour because i got a bit lost and was jumping ovver stone walls and running through peoples courtyards and corn fields in order to find my way back down to the port where the school is. It was saturday and there was a fiar bit of action down at the port. Obviuosly some boats had come in and there were many locals down at the port hanging around. I came down the very steep path from the plaza and had to walk past the port area to get to the school for lunch. I had just seen from above everyone wlaking inside so i was trying not to be late and was concentrating on trying to walk fast. A large bull was coming in the opposite direction to me and i was going to walk right past it but didn´t give it much thought as i have been walking past bulls for the past 3 months. This time, i should have noticed that it didn´t have an owner and was actually walking around by itself. All the locals that were sitting around on the grass began to stand up and yell to me but i couldn´t work out what was happening. Well, it only took a second or two for everything to start after they yelled at me. Just as i appsed the bull i saw out of the corner of my eye that it was lowering its horns and turning around ready to charge. When this happened i was only a mtre or two from the bull, and thats when i knew i had to run. I bolted and then the bull charged. There was a one mtre drop down to a pebbled beach area next to the pier, so i jumped down there and continued running. To my horror the bull obviouldy had no problems jumpiong down and following me. I kept running and there was an uptunred dingy on the pebbles so i ran towards the water and then around the dingy - the bull still followed. The only thing left to do was run back up the hill and to my extreme relief the bull slowed on the hill and eventually stopped. I slowed down and everyone was looking at me and shaking their heads as if to say ¨that was close¨. I didn´t stop but kept towrds the school as there was still the issue of being late! My hand was shaking all during lucnh. it wasn´t until the next day that i walked past another bull (with an owner) and then when it had gone i sat down on a rock and cried my little eyes out!
Speaking of the next day - we had a boat trip to the closest island an hour away, called Tequille Island. It was quite pretty but very touristy and not nearly as spectacular or untouched as Amantani Island.
On frisday we had our official opening of the lunchroom where we spent the morning cooking lunch for all our host families and all the kids at the school which was about 80 people. We bought lamb and bread and salad stuff and cooked the most massive barbecue operation i have seen. Luckily some of the local women cut the whole two lambs up for us. That morning our family dressed us in traditional clothing as organised by Bonny. I had to wear my thermal pants and then a bright underskirt, then a bright blue and very puffy, knee length blue skirt. As a top i wore a white, long sleeve shirt with clourful floral embroidery. A colourful woven thick belt was wrapped around the waist and the final touch was a black shawl type thing with coolourful floral embroidery that is used as a sunshade and usually worn on top of the head draped over the back. Eventually we all had our traditional clothes on as we prepared lunch in the dark smoky kitchen by the eucalyptus fire. It was a really fun morning as some people in the group played guitar and everyone chopped, peeled, washed, stoked, fried and sang! It was such a big job that we didn´t serve everyone till 2. The families all gathered outside on the grass and we all lined up and served platefuls of lamb and lettuce, tomatoe, cheese and bread. It may not sound like much, but meat is rarity and probably a never-ity for most of the families. The closest we had to meat was a small piece of boiled something with lunch, and even that was a treat. So to have succulaent, juicy barbecued lamb, and lots of it was a treat for both them and us. It felt like quite an acheivement to cook for and serve 80 people - 80 deserving people who probably won´t eat such food for a very long time.
There are many other bits and peices and impossible things to describe including seeing the sun setting across the lake a different way each evening, or hanging out with Bonny and Stephen, or sitting in the sparkling afternoon sun with not a care in the world washing my clothes, or being freezing cold and drinking Moonah tea to warm up, and just the general pace of life where you are able to think clearly enough and see through everything else and realise the things in life that really matter - family, friends, beautiful nature and possibly pancakes for breakfast!! yep, that´s all you need.
I have many photos which i shall try and put a few up when i get Cusco tomorrow or the next day. Love you all : ) Nicky XX OO
Next stop: The Inca Trail to Machu Picchu.
My host family met us when we came off the boat and we walked about 15 minutes from the main port to our house. Other people in the group were spread over this part of the island. We arrived at the mudbrick, courtyard house and walked up the stairs, banging my head as i went and we were preparing ourselves for the worst. They opened the tiny metal door and we walked into a long room with four single beds and a long table in the middle with sunlight pouring into the windows. It was so much better than expected and we were really happy with our room. The view from the balcony overlooked the lake through eucalyptus trees and other houses. Our host mother Esther is only 23, she has a four year old daughter, betsy and a mother and sister.
At first we were really happy about the food. After a while though, the food became repetitive. Every single meal, except breakfast, involved some sort of soup - and a big bowl of it. Our family usually served us either soup with fried batter balls, or fried egg on rice, or potatoes with fried egg, or as on the second last night, cold potatoes with tuna. agggh. For breakfast, on a good day we got a pancake with jam on it, or otherwise we had fried egg in bread, or fried flat batter things, or egg on rice, or just plain bread with jam. Everything is extremely salty, and when i say ¨fried¨i really mean fried. They don´t hold back on the oil. When you bite into a fried egg sandwich you sort of get squirts of oil that come out of the egg! But despite that i think i still probably lost weight, purely because you are walking all the time about the island, and at that altitude you get quite puffed. Oh, also that fact that we were working everyday doing physical labour probably helped.
We worked for five days each week for four hours each morning. The project was to build a school lunchroom for the school there called Inti Wawacuna. It wasn´t quite as satisfying as our last project. We had a new maestro who wasn´t quite as cheerful as the old maestro in Huaran. We pretty much did all the bitty work like collecting sand and rocks from the beach for the cement etc. Obviously still an important job because someone had to do it, but it didn´t help with feeling like we were part of the project. That´s probably why i´m finishiung this paragraph here because there really isn´t much to write about it other than we finished it andf did a good job and now the kids have somewhere to eat - all the other stuff is the interesting stuff.
Quite a few times we played volleyball against some of the local teams (volley is really popualr in Peru). Of course they always beat us but we had quite a few really fun games, and even some really competitive games. One time we walked up to the high school and me and Stephen took the net from my ¨mum¨Esther. When we got there we were swarmed by kids who wanted to play, but we didn´t know how to set the net up, so they grabbed it from us and and set it up. Even the kids were really good players and beat us!
The lifestyle was very different. There were no cars of course, and there is no electricity (i think purely because people in general can´t afford it, even though it works out as about 5 dollars a month per household to pay for power), no showers or running water or flushing toilets. Every few days we would go down to the lake after work and try our best to clean our clothes. I think i washed my hair three times in three weeks. The first time i went in the lake i underestimated the coldness. I had my bathers on and thought it would be a good idea to wade out into the deeper part and try to submerge myself in order to wash properly. I got down to my shoulders and had a sudden feeling of not being to breathe properly. I think the cold stunned me and i flapped around for a few seconds saying ï can´t breathe, i can´t breathe¨. From that day i decided i would rather be dirty than be that cold again. Other washing times consisted more of a light splashing motion than a full bathe. The strange thing is there was no point, except maybe once, when i said to myself that i really really wanted a hot shower. In fact, a hot shower was out of my realm of thinking - the m,ost your mind can comprehend is cold unning being a luxury.
Before i went there i thought that the lack of mod cons would be a big deal. But the longer we styaed there the more i realised how unimportant all those things really are. Of course, having lights and hot water is great and i wouldn´t want to live without them, but i can understand different priorities now. If i had to choose between hot water and lights, or more food, i would definitly choose food. All the other things fade away, but hunger is not something you get used to.
As a result of living by candlelight our bedtime was usually in the hour of 7. Which meant my candle was usually blown out by 8ish. We had one or two late nights which meant going to bed at about 10.30. Its amazing how much of an impact the moon has when you have no lights. A full moon means you can walk around after dark and see where you are going, or got to the outhouse without a torch.
On the thrusday night of the first week we had soup for dinner and we ate in the small, smoky kitchen withy the family. I was quite full and really didn´t feel like eating but the family is so poor and i didn´t want to be rude and not eat, especially when food is so precious. So i ate, then i went to bed and started feeling sick, and that was the beginning of one of the worst nights ever. I was up all night running outside to the cold balcony and throwing up. I don´t think i got any sleep. I didnt realise until about two later that that was the beginning of the return of the Giardia that i had had in Huran. This time it was worse and it took me much longer to recover. On sunday went to the doctor and got some medicine, and Rob and Bonny organised for the three sick people to stay in a house called the Casablanca owned by the people we were working with on the project. The house had solar power which meant we could switch lights on at night time, but there was still no running water. I didn´t go back to work until the tuesday, but even then i wasn´t any help because i had no energy. it wasn´t until thurday or friday that i could really do much or eat much. From the thursday when i got sick, for about a week, i had no appetite and pretty much just ate bread.
On the last wednesday there i walked up one of the big hills on the island where there is an old temple on top and watched the sunrise. Me and Stephen left just before 5am and it took about 45 minutes to get up the hill. i wore my thermal pants, two thermal tops plus my overclothes becaus ei knew it would be cold. It was getting colder every night when we were there and apparently it gets fown to minus 10C in mid-winter. So anyway, from the top of the mountain the view is spectacular and the there was already an orangey glow when we got there and the wobbly ball of sunshine appeared from behind a distant mountain across the glassy still lake. It rose quite quickly and as always began a brilliant sunny, clear, but cold day.
On the middle weekend saturday i spent the morning walking around the island. It is a fair way but i stuck to some of the inner paths and overlooked the edge of the island the whole way. There are several different communites spread around the island and i passed through some of them. It was one of my best walks ever, it is hard to describe so i will include some of the diray entry i wrote whilst walking:
After walking for an hour i´ve just sat down at a beautiful pebble beach on the southern side of Amantani. There aret iny waves lapping lazily at the edge of my toes and the calm water ripples and twinkles in the bright sunshine. At firslt glance on coming down the hill the beach appears deserted, but as you approach you notice a man washing from rocks to the left, and in a sheltered cove two fishermen sit in seperate boats talking to one another, oars ready to go. Up to the right above some terraced walls is one mudbrick house - a little girl carries a bleating lamb in her arms.
After another hour of strenuous walking i sit perched on some rocks on a steep hillside overlooking a wide cove and a large but sparse village of red-roofed mud huts. The sun shines behind over the steep, jagged rock formations towering above me. To my left a line oif sharply rising narrow rocks splinters its way down the hillside and becomes smaller in the valley below. etc etc
Another hour of walking and i am sitting sheltered by a small semi-circle stone wall in a grey dusty landscape looking down at the shear drop below me where grey chunks of rock become big speckled boulders, which cascade vertically into the dry terraced hills below which in turn runs sharply down into the lake where it abruptly meets the clear green water. The only sounds come from the wind and a family harvesting their crops from a small field on the hill face below me. On the wayi stopped and asked a woman working in the field whether it was possible to walk out here to the edge of the peninsula. I had already walked up a massive hill, through old stone archways on a paved path and it appeared to be the highest point. It platueaed out into dry fields bounded in a maze-like fashion by stone walls. After discovering i was a volunteer her mood instantly changed and she smiled and asked me where i was from and let me know the best route through the maze of walls.
Of course i have to mention this next thing. It happened as i was finishing my gour hour walk that i describe above. Lunch was at the school at 1, so i ran for the lasy half hour because i got a bit lost and was jumping ovver stone walls and running through peoples courtyards and corn fields in order to find my way back down to the port where the school is. It was saturday and there was a fiar bit of action down at the port. Obviuosly some boats had come in and there were many locals down at the port hanging around. I came down the very steep path from the plaza and had to walk past the port area to get to the school for lunch. I had just seen from above everyone wlaking inside so i was trying not to be late and was concentrating on trying to walk fast. A large bull was coming in the opposite direction to me and i was going to walk right past it but didn´t give it much thought as i have been walking past bulls for the past 3 months. This time, i should have noticed that it didn´t have an owner and was actually walking around by itself. All the locals that were sitting around on the grass began to stand up and yell to me but i couldn´t work out what was happening. Well, it only took a second or two for everything to start after they yelled at me. Just as i appsed the bull i saw out of the corner of my eye that it was lowering its horns and turning around ready to charge. When this happened i was only a mtre or two from the bull, and thats when i knew i had to run. I bolted and then the bull charged. There was a one mtre drop down to a pebbled beach area next to the pier, so i jumped down there and continued running. To my horror the bull obviouldy had no problems jumpiong down and following me. I kept running and there was an uptunred dingy on the pebbles so i ran towards the water and then around the dingy - the bull still followed. The only thing left to do was run back up the hill and to my extreme relief the bull slowed on the hill and eventually stopped. I slowed down and everyone was looking at me and shaking their heads as if to say ¨that was close¨. I didn´t stop but kept towrds the school as there was still the issue of being late! My hand was shaking all during lucnh. it wasn´t until the next day that i walked past another bull (with an owner) and then when it had gone i sat down on a rock and cried my little eyes out!
Speaking of the next day - we had a boat trip to the closest island an hour away, called Tequille Island. It was quite pretty but very touristy and not nearly as spectacular or untouched as Amantani Island.
On frisday we had our official opening of the lunchroom where we spent the morning cooking lunch for all our host families and all the kids at the school which was about 80 people. We bought lamb and bread and salad stuff and cooked the most massive barbecue operation i have seen. Luckily some of the local women cut the whole two lambs up for us. That morning our family dressed us in traditional clothing as organised by Bonny. I had to wear my thermal pants and then a bright underskirt, then a bright blue and very puffy, knee length blue skirt. As a top i wore a white, long sleeve shirt with clourful floral embroidery. A colourful woven thick belt was wrapped around the waist and the final touch was a black shawl type thing with coolourful floral embroidery that is used as a sunshade and usually worn on top of the head draped over the back. Eventually we all had our traditional clothes on as we prepared lunch in the dark smoky kitchen by the eucalyptus fire. It was a really fun morning as some people in the group played guitar and everyone chopped, peeled, washed, stoked, fried and sang! It was such a big job that we didn´t serve everyone till 2. The families all gathered outside on the grass and we all lined up and served platefuls of lamb and lettuce, tomatoe, cheese and bread. It may not sound like much, but meat is rarity and probably a never-ity for most of the families. The closest we had to meat was a small piece of boiled something with lunch, and even that was a treat. So to have succulaent, juicy barbecued lamb, and lots of it was a treat for both them and us. It felt like quite an acheivement to cook for and serve 80 people - 80 deserving people who probably won´t eat such food for a very long time.
There are many other bits and peices and impossible things to describe including seeing the sun setting across the lake a different way each evening, or hanging out with Bonny and Stephen, or sitting in the sparkling afternoon sun with not a care in the world washing my clothes, or being freezing cold and drinking Moonah tea to warm up, and just the general pace of life where you are able to think clearly enough and see through everything else and realise the things in life that really matter - family, friends, beautiful nature and possibly pancakes for breakfast!! yep, that´s all you need.
I have many photos which i shall try and put a few up when i get Cusco tomorrow or the next day. Love you all : ) Nicky XX OO
Next stop: The Inca Trail to Machu Picchu.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Copacabana - Bolivia
On Friday morning we left Puno to go to Copacabana about three hours by bus in Bolivia. Despite warnings that crossing the border could be tricky it all went smoothly. We had to get off the bus in Peru and go through immigration (small little room with a man sitting at a desk) and then walk a few hundred metres through the gate and into Bolivia an go through their little immigration with another man at a desk. It was then a short trip more on the bus when we arrived at Copacabana. My first impression was the buildings are so colourful and then you the lake and huge mountains surrunding the town and it makes a pretty great sight. Parts of the town itself are quite dirty and dusty but it all adds to the character and charm. I never imagined a little town on a lake could be so interesting, but it is. On that firs t day after arriving i dumped my bags and then climbed the mountain next to the town. It was a strenuous climb (you end up at 4000m at the top) but so worth it because i could see out over the lake and to islands and mountains beyond. Also, the lake itslef is so still and flat. The body of water looks so big that you keep thinking you are out over an ocean but then there are no waves and it is calm. I stayed at the top of the moutain for quite a while just enjoying the stunning view and perfect blue sky sunshine. Explored the backstreets for a while and encountered lots of pigs lying about the place as well as some really scary chicken gangs. Before sunset met with others from the group and i climbed the moutain again in time for sunset. This sunset was so beautiful. I sat on a rock on top of the huge hill and watched as the glistening ryas of light on the water got smaller and the wobbling ball of sushine slowly descended behind the darkened moutains in the far distance. Then climbed back down in the twilight with bluish orange sky on one side and starlit sky on the other.
Just when i thought that was my best day yet, i had an even better day the next day. I got up at 6.30 (from the top the whole lake was pink in the morning light) and went with Stephen and Ross for a day trip to the Island del Sol (Island of the Sun). The ferry ride was 2 hours long but that in itself was so spectacular. Once again it was a clear blue sunny day andi sat on the edge of the boat watching the different mountains and cliffs as we very slowly putted by. Then about an hour into the trip, unexpectedy, we past some more mountains and as we passed then end of them a huge mountain range came into view across the lake in the distance and it was totally white and covered with snow. From there the mountains were visible for the rest of the trip. No wonder it was cold though as the wind must have been blowing straight off the snow and over the lake. The boat took us to the north side of the island from where we intended to walk the length of the island. It took us the whole day and was one of the most straining but spectacular walks ive done. The actual distance was about 9km but felt longer because there were so many massively steep hills and they just kept coming. At the northern port we walked a bit further north and saw some old Inca sites, one where they used to sacrifice virigns on the edge of a cliff. The landscape was very interesting - the northern end of the island and most of the interior was extremely arid and very few trees. This is a strange constrast to being in such a big body of water and looking out to endless water and green islands in the distance. All along tyhe way we came across stone forts and buildings. At the early part of the walk we walked across a long white sand beach where it met the lake the water was turquoise. As we left the beach and walked up higher and looked down and also across we could see both an almost tropical looking beach, backed by massive snow-covered mountains. Once again it was a very strange constrast - one of those things that reminds you that you are somewhere totally different! The landscape continued to change as we gradually passed terraced hillsides, corn fields, lush grassy areas, forests of gum trees and eventually the southern port itself perched on hillside with a misture of mud-brick huts and small rendered houses with stone paths that wind their way down to the wharf where the boats and tourists are waiting. I got back on the boat exhausted but so happy with the day and sat and soaked up the last of the afternoon sun and watched the same view in reverse. The whole boat trip reminded very much of the Bay of Islands in NZ. I had a great early dinner with Emily and Naomi - we found this rooftop terrace restaurant place and had a really hearty meal and watched the sunset over the lake and the bright twinkling come out.
This morning we didnt leae Copacabana until lunchtime so i had time to wander around and look in the markets and walk down and do some sketching by the water. I had an early morning breakfast while people were still sleeping and enjoyed the quiet early morning and yet more sunshine. Copacabana was definitley more than i expected and i had some of the best days there of the trip so far. We arrived back in Puno a few hours ago. I need to buy some supplies for Amantani Island as we leave tomorrow morning. The ferry ride will be 4 hours and we will meet our host families when we get there. Once i am there i will not have internet access for 20 days...but i am sure i shall write all about it when i get back. Bye for now!!!
Just when i thought that was my best day yet, i had an even better day the next day. I got up at 6.30 (from the top the whole lake was pink in the morning light) and went with Stephen and Ross for a day trip to the Island del Sol (Island of the Sun). The ferry ride was 2 hours long but that in itself was so spectacular. Once again it was a clear blue sunny day andi sat on the edge of the boat watching the different mountains and cliffs as we very slowly putted by. Then about an hour into the trip, unexpectedy, we past some more mountains and as we passed then end of them a huge mountain range came into view across the lake in the distance and it was totally white and covered with snow. From there the mountains were visible for the rest of the trip. No wonder it was cold though as the wind must have been blowing straight off the snow and over the lake. The boat took us to the north side of the island from where we intended to walk the length of the island. It took us the whole day and was one of the most straining but spectacular walks ive done. The actual distance was about 9km but felt longer because there were so many massively steep hills and they just kept coming. At the northern port we walked a bit further north and saw some old Inca sites, one where they used to sacrifice virigns on the edge of a cliff. The landscape was very interesting - the northern end of the island and most of the interior was extremely arid and very few trees. This is a strange constrast to being in such a big body of water and looking out to endless water and green islands in the distance. All along tyhe way we came across stone forts and buildings. At the early part of the walk we walked across a long white sand beach where it met the lake the water was turquoise. As we left the beach and walked up higher and looked down and also across we could see both an almost tropical looking beach, backed by massive snow-covered mountains. Once again it was a very strange constrast - one of those things that reminds you that you are somewhere totally different! The landscape continued to change as we gradually passed terraced hillsides, corn fields, lush grassy areas, forests of gum trees and eventually the southern port itself perched on hillside with a misture of mud-brick huts and small rendered houses with stone paths that wind their way down to the wharf where the boats and tourists are waiting. I got back on the boat exhausted but so happy with the day and sat and soaked up the last of the afternoon sun and watched the same view in reverse. The whole boat trip reminded very much of the Bay of Islands in NZ. I had a great early dinner with Emily and Naomi - we found this rooftop terrace restaurant place and had a really hearty meal and watched the sunset over the lake and the bright twinkling come out.
This morning we didnt leae Copacabana until lunchtime so i had time to wander around and look in the markets and walk down and do some sketching by the water. I had an early morning breakfast while people were still sleeping and enjoyed the quiet early morning and yet more sunshine. Copacabana was definitley more than i expected and i had some of the best days there of the trip so far. We arrived back in Puno a few hours ago. I need to buy some supplies for Amantani Island as we leave tomorrow morning. The ferry ride will be 4 hours and we will meet our host families when we get there. Once i am there i will not have internet access for 20 days...but i am sure i shall write all about it when i get back. Bye for now!!!
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Puno
Left Cusco on Wednesday morning to get the 8 hour bus ride to Puno at Lake Titicaca. About three hours into the trip the huge double decker bus hit a big rock on the road and it blew out the whole front tyre making a loud bang and smashed the drivers side window. Suddenly the bus was swerving all over the road and it felt totally out of control. We were right next a steep drop down to a river and as it happened i thought we were definitely going over the edge and into the river. It was really terrifying. After a few hundred metres of swerving the bus finally slowed down and stopped - much to everyone´s relief. We all got out for quite a while as they changed the tyre. Apart from that the bus trip was uneventful although it was a fascinating bus ride seeing parts of Peru we hadn´t seen yet. There were many many mud brick towns and eventually we began driving past massive snow-capped mountains. Puno is almost 4000m compared to Cusco at about 3300m, so we were gradually climbing much of the way.
I was prepared for Puno to be uninteresting as have been told by several sources but i was very pleasantly surprised so far to find that it is really interesting. It is set at the edge of the lake with moutains all around. The houses are all very incomplete looking but this makes for an interesting overview of the city from above. The lake view is great and the inner city area is full of character with a tourist element but at the same time a bustling local culture that you don´t see in Cusco as much.
Today i spent the day doing a lot of sight-seeing starting with a walk up one side of the city up to Kuntur Wasi lookout meaning ¨house of the condor¨. which is a large statue of condor overlooking the city and the lake. Stephen and me tried racing up the steps but at 4000m you soon realise that that is suicide so stoppped halfway out of breath and virtually crawled the rest of the way. Also walked down to the port area where you can look out over the lake and mountains beyond and the green algae bright green in the harbour area. After lunch at the bakery got a taxi up to the big Puma overlooking the city on the other side. The puma itslef wasnt much - like a big pineapple,. but a puma, but the walk back down was really cool as we walked about half an hour through the outer neighbourhoods where everything is really hodge podge including the steep dirt roads and incomplete houses.
Leaving first thing tomorrow to get the bus to Bolivia (Copacabana) for two dyas so we can renew our visas and see the sights.
I was prepared for Puno to be uninteresting as have been told by several sources but i was very pleasantly surprised so far to find that it is really interesting. It is set at the edge of the lake with moutains all around. The houses are all very incomplete looking but this makes for an interesting overview of the city from above. The lake view is great and the inner city area is full of character with a tourist element but at the same time a bustling local culture that you don´t see in Cusco as much.
Today i spent the day doing a lot of sight-seeing starting with a walk up one side of the city up to Kuntur Wasi lookout meaning ¨house of the condor¨. which is a large statue of condor overlooking the city and the lake. Stephen and me tried racing up the steps but at 4000m you soon realise that that is suicide so stoppped halfway out of breath and virtually crawled the rest of the way. Also walked down to the port area where you can look out over the lake and mountains beyond and the green algae bright green in the harbour area. After lunch at the bakery got a taxi up to the big Puma overlooking the city on the other side. The puma itslef wasnt much - like a big pineapple,. but a puma, but the walk back down was really cool as we walked about half an hour through the outer neighbourhoods where everything is really hodge podge including the steep dirt roads and incomplete houses.
Leaving first thing tomorrow to get the bus to Bolivia (Copacabana) for two dyas so we can renew our visas and see the sights.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Easter in Peru
We have finally finished our work on the reception of the Hacienda. It turns out we have been the most successful group of any of the programs as we have got so much done. After scraping off the first mural and starting again we finally finished it after working many extra days over our easter rest time. It looks very colourful and cool. We also finished the front path, the garden and the reception. Someone in our group even donated a new computer and printer to the community so they can run the hostel with a computer. It was sort of sad to leave Huaran after living there for five weeks but i was also ready to leave and discover the next place. We left yesterday and at the moment i am in Cusco again and getting ready to leave tomorrow morning for the 8 hour bus ride to Puno at Lake Titicaca. We´ll also go to Copacabana on the Bolivia side of lake Titicaca and then we´ll go to Amantani Island where we stay for 3 weeks. We have been told to prepare to be unclean and cold for three weeks. I´m a bit nervous about it now because there are no toilets, no showers, no taps, no lights. We have to wash in the lake if we want to get clean but then we can´t actually swim because it is way too cold! Actually i am looking forward to the challenge and seeing the place. Also there we will be building a school lunchroom which is apparently quite important as it will encourage parents to actually send their kids to school to get a meal instead of keeping them home to work. We will be living with families there so it should be very interesting and challenging. Well i guess i will update on that when i get back and see how it went.
Easter here has been quite fascinating. I have not seen a single easter egg or hot cross bun but i have seen lots of processions and jesus statues. The biggest one i saw was on Good Friday night we went to Calca (a nearby ¨largish¨town) and all the central streets were lined with colourful designs on the roads made of coloured sawdust in all sorts of pictures and words. As the procession slowly moved the colourful designs got trodden on and all mixed up and then swept up. There were so many people there despite the freezing weather and there were families there and lots and lots of young people all so enthusiastic and fervent about singing and praying.
On Good Friday day we had a 12 course lunch as part of the tradition. Well, to be honest one of the ocurses was popcorn and one was biscuits and there were about three or four different desserts so it wasn´t as filling as it sounds.
Last week after our last official work day we came to Cusco for a night to watch the Cenciano versus Sao paullo (Brasil) match as part of the south america cup. it was a freezing cold night and i was so cold and hungry that i very nearly bought an anticucho which is a popular snack at the game. That probably doesn´t sound bad until i tell you that anticucho is a bbq´d kebab type thing which consists of three alpaca hearts on a stick with a whole potato plonked at the end of the stick. it actually smells really good but so far i can´t bring myself to eat alpaca heart - although i have had alpaca steak which is so good.
The person next to me is smoking and talking really loud on the net and coughing on me so i´m going to leave and maybe write an update in Bolivia or so.
Easter here has been quite fascinating. I have not seen a single easter egg or hot cross bun but i have seen lots of processions and jesus statues. The biggest one i saw was on Good Friday night we went to Calca (a nearby ¨largish¨town) and all the central streets were lined with colourful designs on the roads made of coloured sawdust in all sorts of pictures and words. As the procession slowly moved the colourful designs got trodden on and all mixed up and then swept up. There were so many people there despite the freezing weather and there were families there and lots and lots of young people all so enthusiastic and fervent about singing and praying.
On Good Friday day we had a 12 course lunch as part of the tradition. Well, to be honest one of the ocurses was popcorn and one was biscuits and there were about three or four different desserts so it wasn´t as filling as it sounds.
Last week after our last official work day we came to Cusco for a night to watch the Cenciano versus Sao paullo (Brasil) match as part of the south america cup. it was a freezing cold night and i was so cold and hungry that i very nearly bought an anticucho which is a popular snack at the game. That probably doesn´t sound bad until i tell you that anticucho is a bbq´d kebab type thing which consists of three alpaca hearts on a stick with a whole potato plonked at the end of the stick. it actually smells really good but so far i can´t bring myself to eat alpaca heart - although i have had alpaca steak which is so good.
The person next to me is smoking and talking really loud on the net and coughing on me so i´m going to leave and maybe write an update in Bolivia or so.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
First week of April in Huran
Ok I just spent a million years putting up two photos on the blog and it took so long that i think i will just write some stuff instead. I have so many photos to put up as i have finally managed to burn my photos last week after running out of memeory on the cancha cancha trip. There is even a stroy about getting my photos done. Actually there is a story about everything here because everything is an event. I think the main reason is becasue of time and the Peruvians idea of time. For example, it is perfectly acceptable to turn up an hour late somewhere, to give an idea. So, the other day when i walked into a shop to get my photos burned and i was about to aks the man whether he does it he shook his hand at me as if to say don´t speak and just pointed at the chair. Well there aern´t too many photo burning optionds in Urubamba so despite his rudeness i waited...and waited and waited while he developed some guys whole roll of film. Then finally he finishes and i ask whether he can do my digital photos to CD like the sign says outside. And he said something about being too busy today. Oh my gosh, i could not beleive it. If he had let me ask him in the first place i would not have waited 20 minutes!! So i went somewhere else later that afternoon and i get taken to some backroom which is actaully a whole family bedroom and the computer is wheeled out and switched on and the lady looked very unsure about using a computer and tried to get me to trnafer the pictures but it was all in Spanish and confusing. So then she tells me to come back in 20 minutes and i had to come back several times and in the end i just took the card and said don´t worry about it. They even locked my memeory card and i thought it was broken. But anyway, the point of that is everything is a thing if you know what i mean.
The other thing that was a thing was when i was teaching yesterday at the Collegio and the classes officially start at 3 every day for the english classes we are doing. And without fail people are late every single day. But yesterday was the most late. Some of the women turned up 45 minutes and just swaggered into class and took their seat. Then they asked us for paper (which is okay i guess - but geez) and all their kids followed them in and started running around. So we continued with adjectives and pronunciation and i was already so tired and and then when 4.30 came they wanted us to stay for another hour because they came late!! how rude is that!! turn up late then tell the teachers to stay back. hmmm anyway, everyone always says that that is the culture and we must respect it but i think there should be some attmept to respect our value of timeliness, especially if they are wanting to learn about tourism etc. western travellers are going to expect a hostel to be run on time. Anyway, enough ranting about that.
On monday four of us (the design team) and the Maestro had to go to Cusco to get paint for the Hacienda. After many many arduous meeting last week we finally agreed we could paint the interior red. Even all the old ¨powerful¨ men like the idea of green. They don´t just like the idea of green they are obsessed with it. And the obsession was proved on Monday morning when we were intercepted by the director without our coordinators to help us and forced to accept green. All this was done within minute sof leaving for Cusco and he told the maestro to get green and maestro had no clue what was happening and we couldn´t fully express ourselves in Spanish and we had to show ¨respect¨ to the director. So off we go to Cusco to buy paint, after hours of designing our colours for the interior within a few minutes all our work is thrown out the window. We were quite angry but by this stage resigned to green and really unenthused about the whole thing. The bus to Cusco a very large lady sat on my arm rest (as people do) and the result was (unbeknownst to her becasue she so big) that she was actaully sitting on jme the whole way to Cusco, which is an hour and a half. To make matters worse she had very frizzy big hair and it was in my face the whole and my arms were pinned by her so i couldn´t fluff it away!! Above me was a smelly man eating an ice-block and dripping on me. There is also a smoky, corn smell everywhere here and especially on the bus becasue everyone is crowded in and the windows were closed. So, all in all i couldn´t wait to get off the bus. We bought the paint and pi8led into a taxi with four of us in the back (no seatbelts of course) and drove back to Huaran. There was a big fuss when we got back becasue by then Bonny had returned na dhad heard all about the ambush and i was called into a big meeting with all the directors where they all apologised profusley and said they didn´t know anything about it. Well, we´ll see what happens. So far, the latest compromise is to buy red and green and let them choose and donate the leftover paint to them!! It is such a joke now, i really am at the stage where they can just go ahead and paint it green. But i can´t be seen to be ¨negative¨and just giving up. Some battles are not worth fighting.
I won´t be able to leave Huran on the weekend. Nooo! On saturday we are playing the Huaran Cup. Amy has organised that we play the locals in volleyball and soccer and have the community come and watch. Amy is making flags and Bonny is getting a kangaroo mascot outfit made in Cusco based on a really crappy drawing i did of a kangaroo. As i sit here there are many cars driving around and announcing on loud speakers all sorts of election things. They play music out the car really loudly and all sorts of things to attract attention. There are signs painted on walls everywhere about who to vote for. On satruday no one in Peru is allwed drink becasue of the election on Sunday. We have been told that we are having a lockdown on Sunday and for the day after the election until we know the situation and whether it is safe. There could be some backlash depending on the results, so we are preparing for that and no one is allowed to go to Urubamaba on sunday or anywhere. Hopefully everything will be fine by wedndeaday becasue we are officially finishing work that day and then going to Cusco for the day and night to watch the big Sao Pallo v. Centiano match in Cusco as part of the South America Cup. We have heard that if there is trouble it could be at the game so we will have to decide whether to go or not.
Well, i am finally starting to feel better i think after over a week of being unwell and not knowing what. I ended up taking medicine for Giardia, so hoepofully that has solved that problem. Other people have had similar problems and haven´t taken medicine for Giardia and they are still persisting. Everyone is staying for dinner and trivia night but two of us are going back. I´m still not 100 percent so i don´t want to be out in the cold and i still have little energy. Actually my ulterior motive is that the house will be so quiet...and i will be able to cook what iwant and sit around a have a nice quiet time. Everyone has gotten to the stage of getting sick of everyone needing space. Not that everyone is not getting along. But after a month of living and working with 11 people it gets very close and you need SPACE!!!
Rob went away for a couple of days to organise the rest of the program. He spent a few days on Amantani Island (where we are going next) and he said it is absoltuley freezing there. So, combined with no running water or electricity i am not looking forward to it!! Even all the locals say mucho mucho frio when you mention amantani island...meaning very very cold!! aggghh
well, i better go, i have to head back before dark (yeh right...who will know?? hehe) but i want to go to this ice-cream place first. Someone went there yesterday and said for 4 soles you can get two scoops and condensed milk on the bottom and choc and fudge on top. I am really exctied at the prospect of this and simply must investigate!! I think i think about chocolate too much here...everyone talks about chocoalte all the time...i think becasue we are so tired and use our enbergy all the time. Anyway...ice-cream here i come : )
The other thing that was a thing was when i was teaching yesterday at the Collegio and the classes officially start at 3 every day for the english classes we are doing. And without fail people are late every single day. But yesterday was the most late. Some of the women turned up 45 minutes and just swaggered into class and took their seat. Then they asked us for paper (which is okay i guess - but geez) and all their kids followed them in and started running around. So we continued with adjectives and pronunciation and i was already so tired and and then when 4.30 came they wanted us to stay for another hour because they came late!! how rude is that!! turn up late then tell the teachers to stay back. hmmm anyway, everyone always says that that is the culture and we must respect it but i think there should be some attmept to respect our value of timeliness, especially if they are wanting to learn about tourism etc. western travellers are going to expect a hostel to be run on time. Anyway, enough ranting about that.
On monday four of us (the design team) and the Maestro had to go to Cusco to get paint for the Hacienda. After many many arduous meeting last week we finally agreed we could paint the interior red. Even all the old ¨powerful¨ men like the idea of green. They don´t just like the idea of green they are obsessed with it. And the obsession was proved on Monday morning when we were intercepted by the director without our coordinators to help us and forced to accept green. All this was done within minute sof leaving for Cusco and he told the maestro to get green and maestro had no clue what was happening and we couldn´t fully express ourselves in Spanish and we had to show ¨respect¨ to the director. So off we go to Cusco to buy paint, after hours of designing our colours for the interior within a few minutes all our work is thrown out the window. We were quite angry but by this stage resigned to green and really unenthused about the whole thing. The bus to Cusco a very large lady sat on my arm rest (as people do) and the result was (unbeknownst to her becasue she so big) that she was actaully sitting on jme the whole way to Cusco, which is an hour and a half. To make matters worse she had very frizzy big hair and it was in my face the whole and my arms were pinned by her so i couldn´t fluff it away!! Above me was a smelly man eating an ice-block and dripping on me. There is also a smoky, corn smell everywhere here and especially on the bus becasue everyone is crowded in and the windows were closed. So, all in all i couldn´t wait to get off the bus. We bought the paint and pi8led into a taxi with four of us in the back (no seatbelts of course) and drove back to Huaran. There was a big fuss when we got back becasue by then Bonny had returned na dhad heard all about the ambush and i was called into a big meeting with all the directors where they all apologised profusley and said they didn´t know anything about it. Well, we´ll see what happens. So far, the latest compromise is to buy red and green and let them choose and donate the leftover paint to them!! It is such a joke now, i really am at the stage where they can just go ahead and paint it green. But i can´t be seen to be ¨negative¨and just giving up. Some battles are not worth fighting.
I won´t be able to leave Huran on the weekend. Nooo! On saturday we are playing the Huaran Cup. Amy has organised that we play the locals in volleyball and soccer and have the community come and watch. Amy is making flags and Bonny is getting a kangaroo mascot outfit made in Cusco based on a really crappy drawing i did of a kangaroo. As i sit here there are many cars driving around and announcing on loud speakers all sorts of election things. They play music out the car really loudly and all sorts of things to attract attention. There are signs painted on walls everywhere about who to vote for. On satruday no one in Peru is allwed drink becasue of the election on Sunday. We have been told that we are having a lockdown on Sunday and for the day after the election until we know the situation and whether it is safe. There could be some backlash depending on the results, so we are preparing for that and no one is allowed to go to Urubamaba on sunday or anywhere. Hopefully everything will be fine by wedndeaday becasue we are officially finishing work that day and then going to Cusco for the day and night to watch the big Sao Pallo v. Centiano match in Cusco as part of the South America Cup. We have heard that if there is trouble it could be at the game so we will have to decide whether to go or not.
Well, i am finally starting to feel better i think after over a week of being unwell and not knowing what. I ended up taking medicine for Giardia, so hoepofully that has solved that problem. Other people have had similar problems and haven´t taken medicine for Giardia and they are still persisting. Everyone is staying for dinner and trivia night but two of us are going back. I´m still not 100 percent so i don´t want to be out in the cold and i still have little energy. Actually my ulterior motive is that the house will be so quiet...and i will be able to cook what iwant and sit around a have a nice quiet time. Everyone has gotten to the stage of getting sick of everyone needing space. Not that everyone is not getting along. But after a month of living and working with 11 people it gets very close and you need SPACE!!!
Rob went away for a couple of days to organise the rest of the program. He spent a few days on Amantani Island (where we are going next) and he said it is absoltuley freezing there. So, combined with no running water or electricity i am not looking forward to it!! Even all the locals say mucho mucho frio when you mention amantani island...meaning very very cold!! aggghh
well, i better go, i have to head back before dark (yeh right...who will know?? hehe) but i want to go to this ice-cream place first. Someone went there yesterday and said for 4 soles you can get two scoops and condensed milk on the bottom and choc and fudge on top. I am really exctied at the prospect of this and simply must investigate!! I think i think about chocolate too much here...everyone talks about chocoalte all the time...i think becasue we are so tired and use our enbergy all the time. Anyway...ice-cream here i come : )
photo at Pisac
The other week we went to Pisac and i went to the ruins and walked back. It was a very steep climb but some really great views and old Inca ruins to be seen. This is me almost at the bottom back to Pisac. I got lost and started climbing back up accidentally and i passed some local women on the way and said the usual polite greeting and wondered why they were all sniggering at me...obviously because i was walking on a dead end!!
the house in Huaran
This is the house in Huaran where we are living. As you can see the view is amazing. There are mountains on all sides of the house. This is the courtyard where you enter the house off the dirt road. We also hang all our washing here that never dries. On the left the building is the dining room and the kitchen. There is a two story section behind me and my room is on the left ground! The mountains look spectacular in the afternoons when the sun shines on them
Saturday, April 01, 2006
random stuff..
There´s not much to write for the last few days day. After i wrote on wednesday afternoon we all went to a pub trivia night at the Muse Too in Urubamba. The guy who owns it is Autralian but he live here and runs the cafe. There are always volunteer people in there eating and hanging out. They are mostly British people with ome group called tapas or something. They look way more volunterrish than we do what with their scruffy hair and Peruvian clothing! hehe. Anyway the trivia night for that night was run by one of the British kids and the ¨general knowledge¨ questions were more like English knowledge (they weren´t expecting non-englih ppl to turn up). My table came second last - it was quite disgraceful! But it was quite fun and they make the yummiest choc brownies, one of which i ate with glee!
I headed back with the first bunch of people as i was sick and had the usual late night pitch black walk along the road past the corn field. I´m getting used to that walk now...the good thing is when you step in something squishy you really have no idea whether it is mud or poo so you just walking and keep stepping in it!
On wednesday we presented our design to the community leaders and ended up with quite a compromise. It´s very interesting that we are continually reminded to be respectful to these old men who it and eat our lunch everyday and turn up late, but sometimes i wonder where the respect for other people is?? for example the women in the community who, as far as i can tell do far more work than some of the men who should be so respected.
The end result is that the old men want to keep the exisitng mural which i literally just an amatuer painting of a big corn, an onion, a carrot and a fist. It is history to it though because they painted it in 1970 when the community rose up and reclaimed the Hacienda back from the governement. Apparently a short film has been made of the story and was played at many film fetivals around the world. I can´t remeber the name but will try and see it while i´m here.
On thursday afternoon some did teaching english through sport at the Collegio. I chose that one becasue i thought it was most likely i would get to run around outside and have fun. At first a whole bunch of kids turned up and did flash cards for a while and then the teenagers turned up and we did englih outside and then after a while we couldn´t resist the pressure any longer and of course ended up playing soccer for an hour. I had not run around so much since being here and i was so puffed out. But it was a lot of fun and good practice for our gringoes versus locals Cup Challenge on the last weekend in Huran.
I headed back with the first bunch of people as i was sick and had the usual late night pitch black walk along the road past the corn field. I´m getting used to that walk now...the good thing is when you step in something squishy you really have no idea whether it is mud or poo so you just walking and keep stepping in it!
On wednesday we presented our design to the community leaders and ended up with quite a compromise. It´s very interesting that we are continually reminded to be respectful to these old men who it and eat our lunch everyday and turn up late, but sometimes i wonder where the respect for other people is?? for example the women in the community who, as far as i can tell do far more work than some of the men who should be so respected.
The end result is that the old men want to keep the exisitng mural which i literally just an amatuer painting of a big corn, an onion, a carrot and a fist. It is history to it though because they painted it in 1970 when the community rose up and reclaimed the Hacienda back from the governement. Apparently a short film has been made of the story and was played at many film fetivals around the world. I can´t remeber the name but will try and see it while i´m here.
On thursday afternoon some did teaching english through sport at the Collegio. I chose that one becasue i thought it was most likely i would get to run around outside and have fun. At first a whole bunch of kids turned up and did flash cards for a while and then the teenagers turned up and we did englih outside and then after a while we couldn´t resist the pressure any longer and of course ended up playing soccer for an hour. I had not run around so much since being here and i was so puffed out. But it was a lot of fun and good practice for our gringoes versus locals Cup Challenge on the last weekend in Huran.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Trip to Cancha Cancha
On Sunday i got up at 5 in the morning in the dark and cold to get ready to walk to Cancha Cancham which is a mountain community part of Huaran up high in the mountains. Everyone said to wear lots of clothes as there was likely to be snow there. I ended up in a t-shirt because so hot walking. We loaded up some horses with clothing donations and there was about thirty people because a lot of locals walked with us. Hauran is about 2900m altitude and cancha cancha is 4000m approx which means we ascended over 1000m in 4 hours. I was a little worried a bout my knee but in the end it was fine. Halfway up we stoppped for a snakc and everyone started coca leaves. I chewed some too but somehow i swallowed them all and after that i had so much energy i was striding ahead. We saw so many llamas on the way and followed a very rapid river the whole time. The view along the way was breathtaking as we were surrounded by steep mountains, and greenery, and the river and towards then end we could see snow capped peaks. At Canch Cancha it looked very small with scattered mud-brick houses around the place. It was so freezing there that i could barely do anything other than sit huddled. We sat utside for hours because they were making lunch for us and no one thought we might be cold! We had a gringos versus Cancha Cancha soccer game which of course they won. The clothing they wear is so colourful with bright pinks and oranges and puffy skirts and squarish hats. We eventually got invited inside for lunch. They had cooked about a hundred potatoes and just put them on a huge woven cloth in the centre of the table. There was also little tiny cut sausages and wedges of local cheese. The idea was you just grab a potato in your hand, grab a sausage and some cheese and just eat. That´s what we all did as we were so cold and hungry that we didn´t mind, plus it was tasty anyway. We had more coca tea for the altitiude and then started to leave. On the way down my foot was so sore from my boots so i was dragging it along. I kept thinking we were almost home but it kept going on and on. I was feeling really unwell probably from the altitide so i just kept walking and towards the end when everyone had split up and was walking at the ir own pace i was getting wierd looks from the locals and from the horses as i bolted down the path and scrambled over rocks i was so keen to get home and be first in the hot shower! Everyone was eventually back by early evening and luckily Frida had cooked dinner for us knowing that we would all be exhausted.
This is one of the trips that we will advertise for backpackers to come for. It is already a passing point for the hot springs nearby but we plan to make it a feature. It is definitly a walk worth advertising and one of the best walks i´ve ever done. Every time i blinked i saw a new photo!
This is one of the trips that we will advertise for backpackers to come for. It is already a passing point for the hot springs nearby but we plan to make it a feature. It is definitly a walk worth advertising and one of the best walks i´ve ever done. Every time i blinked i saw a new photo!
The Laundry Incident
Well after being so excited on saturday about getting my washing done there was a whole adventure that happened on saturday afternoon after trying to collect my washing. Me, Bronte and Luisa went to collect our clothes at five o´clock after waiting patiently in urabamba for several hours. We got there and in Spanish we deciphered that the lady was telling us to that the washing would be ready in two days!! we were like no way, because i hade given them all my clothes except the ones i was wearing! Plus we had to get the bus back to huaran. So she brought one of our clothes out and showed us it was dripping wet and said they don´t have a dryer!! We waited there for forty minutes while they ¨dried¨ the clothes and put our wet clothes into plastic bags. She then overcharged us for our wet clothes and later ran after us three blocks away to hand us some wet underwear that she left out. Later we discovered why it took them so long because each of our clothes had a piece of coloured sewn into the label to tell them which was which. We were cracking because even every single sock had a string in it. That must have taken hours!! But it was wasn´t funny at the time because everyone had gone home, and it was dark and the last bus to Huaran had supposedly left. So we ran to bus stop and luckily the bus hadn´t left yet then stood there for 20 minutes squashed in the aisle with my wet clothes. We then got off and none of use had a torch so we walked up the pitch black path past the scary dogs and finally got home. When we got there no one cared and we weren´t allowed dinner because we were late!! grrr...later that night i hung out my wet clothes in the dark...i could have wet my own clothes...that´s the easy bit. i was looking forward to clena AND dry clothes.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
My first week in Huaran
I have been in Huaran now for a week and three days and it is so good to come to Urabamba and use the net and hear about the outside world! The bus ride here was so squashed but i am getting used to the bus rides here where people don´t know the meaning of personal space or of personal hygiee sometimes. Buthten again i can´t really talk because this week i wore the same clothes three days in a row. at least. For the first week here i had no hot shower. every morning i tried and every morning it was icy cold. Pplus i was sick this week with a cold so that didn´t help. But then, one grand fine day i tried turning on the sink tap at the same time and the shower came warm and suddenly the world was a beautiful place again! That trick has now worked every day without fail. There is still the problem of getting my clothes washed. I hand washed on monday and the clothes got wet everyday as it is the rainy season still. So today four of us dragged our laundry bags onto the bus and found a little hole in the wall where we had to knock because appparently was a laundry and someone finally came to the door and we said lavanderia?? so my clothes are now being washed for three dollars. yayyy!
My roommate has typhoid! She got taken to the hosptial and no one knows how she got it...but apparently we can´t catch it from her. But it was a shock to find out the next day that she has typhoid. it is lucky they caught it early.
On sunday we got the bus to Pisac where there are some ruins and a town etc. It was a fun day but very tiring with a lot of walking up terraced hills to get to the ruins. On the way home we got off the bus about ten minutes before Huaran where there was a sunday arvo communtiy soccer game being played. There were a few hundred people there and everyone just stared at us as 13 gringos sat down and began watching. I have become very careful about taking photos around the local children because they are serioiusly ferocious with the cameras. On the request of two little kids i had to tka eabout twenty photos of them and they grab the camera off you and try to look at the photos and just won´t take no for an answer. There were about 40 or 50 kids eventually crowding aroiund us all and eventually i hid my camera! We then ran on the field at half time andplayed a game with the kids. Rathjer than actually playing soccer they just hold your hand and run around with you. One little boy attached himself to me and followed my everywhere and then gradually there was a string of 5 kids holding on. Naomi had a bag of oranges she had bought at the markets and she got the bag out and within 15 seconds she had been smwamped by all the kids and then suddnely they were gone and Naomi was lying flat on the ground with only the torn shreds of a plastic bag where the oranges had once been. I was shocked. When we eventually tried to leave all the kids were jumping on us and pulling us down and two kids jumped on me and i fell over backwards, did a somersualt into the mud then got up and ran for my life! All the adults behind were watching and laughing their heads off. It was really fun though and the kids are really cute.
On monday we started work on the Hacienda finally. I have never worked so hard physically on anything. By wednesday i could barley walk because my muscles were so sore. So far we have cleared the huge front garden artea of weeds. I did the pick-axing and shoveling. On tuedsay the guys and me were outside again compacting the path. we tried standing in aline and linking arms and then jumpoing along the path to flatten. Eventually the maestro got some huge rockes and tied a stick to them so we could lift them in pairs to flatten the path.
That reminds me, the head construction local guy is called maestro...we have to call him that out of respect! It reminds of that Senfled episode.
Every day after working from 9 till 1 we have a big lunch made by the community that we have paid for. They always serve a soup, a local main course and it is always the best part of the day...we are working so hard that i am always hungry!
By thursday we were mixing concrete for the front path for which we had constructed formwork for and i even got to do hammering with the maestro, hehe, and he said muy bien to me.
I ended spending two hours wheelbarrowing barrows of of concrete 100m back and forth for the maestro to shovel on to the path. All the guys and had gone inside because they were too tired so i was out there going back and forth and it was really fun. I think i am getting some muscles! That day we had a leadership change (in pairs we are taking turns being leaders for week) and the two outgoing leaders gave everyone a ¨certificate¨ and they gave me the ¨quiet but deadly¨award .
On wednesday we had our official first meeting with the communtiy to plan the lesson timetables. A lot oif people turned out fro mthe five communtiies that make up Huaran. There were about 60 kids, 20 youths, and 15 adults. We are going to teach english through tourism (a lot want to get into tourism) , art, sport, games and theatre. To introduce ourselves we did a fifteen minute theatrical performance that we had rehearsed. We acted out the story of how we came here and aboiut australia and sang waltzing matilda and other songs. There was alot of impromptu singing where they would just say get up and sing us a round, so got up and sang! Not something i would usually do but somehow didn´t mind because we were all together.
We have to take turns in cooking and whenever we cook the lady who owns the house always insists on being in the kitchen. I understand her point of view but it is really frustrating because i know exactly what i´m doing, but she comes along and starts and doing everything for us. We tried to make potato bake last week...but she didn´´t understand so it turned into potato stew or something grr. I end up standing aroiund with nothing to do while she does it sort of wrong. But she is a very nice lady and has welcomed us into her home and is kind to everyone. Every morning she boils up some milk from the cow and it tastes really good. The other day we had some really good meat and as we were all eating and going hmm öne of the cows appeared next to the window and she casually says in spanish ¨this meat is that cows baby¨- we all groaned a little but kept eating of course! It was so good hehe
Last night we went out for dinner to this local restaurant that is in the middle of nowhere. It is connected to a small but nice hotel .We had to walk there in the pitch black and freezing cold for about hlaf an hour. Walked through a cornfield in the dark and then suddenñy ended up at this beautiful restaurant overlooking a fast flowing river and with eerily lit mountians towering above the huge glass windows. We were all stunned as we had been living very basically for the past week. The food was really good and we even had dessert!
Tomorrow we are getting up at 5 and trekking up to Cancha Cancha which is a mountain communtiy that is one of the five Huaran communties. apparently they are the pooorest so we are going to strap all our donationsd onto some horses and walk up there. It will take 3.5 hours to get there. I think it will be a long day.
It is frustrating that i haven´t learnt as much spanish as i would like. People talk to you and all i can do i stare and say pardon. I defintley undeerstand how people feel when they come to australia and can´t speak english, it must be so hard, and you feel so stupid even though you aren´t!
My roommate has typhoid! She got taken to the hosptial and no one knows how she got it...but apparently we can´t catch it from her. But it was a shock to find out the next day that she has typhoid. it is lucky they caught it early.
On sunday we got the bus to Pisac where there are some ruins and a town etc. It was a fun day but very tiring with a lot of walking up terraced hills to get to the ruins. On the way home we got off the bus about ten minutes before Huaran where there was a sunday arvo communtiy soccer game being played. There were a few hundred people there and everyone just stared at us as 13 gringos sat down and began watching. I have become very careful about taking photos around the local children because they are serioiusly ferocious with the cameras. On the request of two little kids i had to tka eabout twenty photos of them and they grab the camera off you and try to look at the photos and just won´t take no for an answer. There were about 40 or 50 kids eventually crowding aroiund us all and eventually i hid my camera! We then ran on the field at half time andplayed a game with the kids. Rathjer than actually playing soccer they just hold your hand and run around with you. One little boy attached himself to me and followed my everywhere and then gradually there was a string of 5 kids holding on. Naomi had a bag of oranges she had bought at the markets and she got the bag out and within 15 seconds she had been smwamped by all the kids and then suddnely they were gone and Naomi was lying flat on the ground with only the torn shreds of a plastic bag where the oranges had once been. I was shocked. When we eventually tried to leave all the kids were jumping on us and pulling us down and two kids jumped on me and i fell over backwards, did a somersualt into the mud then got up and ran for my life! All the adults behind were watching and laughing their heads off. It was really fun though and the kids are really cute.
On monday we started work on the Hacienda finally. I have never worked so hard physically on anything. By wednesday i could barley walk because my muscles were so sore. So far we have cleared the huge front garden artea of weeds. I did the pick-axing and shoveling. On tuedsay the guys and me were outside again compacting the path. we tried standing in aline and linking arms and then jumpoing along the path to flatten. Eventually the maestro got some huge rockes and tied a stick to them so we could lift them in pairs to flatten the path.
That reminds me, the head construction local guy is called maestro...we have to call him that out of respect! It reminds of that Senfled episode.
Every day after working from 9 till 1 we have a big lunch made by the community that we have paid for. They always serve a soup, a local main course and it is always the best part of the day...we are working so hard that i am always hungry!
By thursday we were mixing concrete for the front path for which we had constructed formwork for and i even got to do hammering with the maestro, hehe, and he said muy bien to me.
I ended spending two hours wheelbarrowing barrows of of concrete 100m back and forth for the maestro to shovel on to the path. All the guys and had gone inside because they were too tired so i was out there going back and forth and it was really fun. I think i am getting some muscles! That day we had a leadership change (in pairs we are taking turns being leaders for week) and the two outgoing leaders gave everyone a ¨certificate¨ and they gave me the ¨quiet but deadly¨award .
On wednesday we had our official first meeting with the communtiy to plan the lesson timetables. A lot oif people turned out fro mthe five communtiies that make up Huaran. There were about 60 kids, 20 youths, and 15 adults. We are going to teach english through tourism (a lot want to get into tourism) , art, sport, games and theatre. To introduce ourselves we did a fifteen minute theatrical performance that we had rehearsed. We acted out the story of how we came here and aboiut australia and sang waltzing matilda and other songs. There was alot of impromptu singing where they would just say get up and sing us a round, so got up and sang! Not something i would usually do but somehow didn´t mind because we were all together.
We have to take turns in cooking and whenever we cook the lady who owns the house always insists on being in the kitchen. I understand her point of view but it is really frustrating because i know exactly what i´m doing, but she comes along and starts and doing everything for us. We tried to make potato bake last week...but she didn´´t understand so it turned into potato stew or something grr. I end up standing aroiund with nothing to do while she does it sort of wrong. But she is a very nice lady and has welcomed us into her home and is kind to everyone. Every morning she boils up some milk from the cow and it tastes really good. The other day we had some really good meat and as we were all eating and going hmm öne of the cows appeared next to the window and she casually says in spanish ¨this meat is that cows baby¨- we all groaned a little but kept eating of course! It was so good hehe
Last night we went out for dinner to this local restaurant that is in the middle of nowhere. It is connected to a small but nice hotel .We had to walk there in the pitch black and freezing cold for about hlaf an hour. Walked through a cornfield in the dark and then suddenñy ended up at this beautiful restaurant overlooking a fast flowing river and with eerily lit mountians towering above the huge glass windows. We were all stunned as we had been living very basically for the past week. The food was really good and we even had dessert!
Tomorrow we are getting up at 5 and trekking up to Cancha Cancha which is a mountain communtiy that is one of the five Huaran communties. apparently they are the pooorest so we are going to strap all our donationsd onto some horses and walk up there. It will take 3.5 hours to get there. I think it will be a long day.
It is frustrating that i haven´t learnt as much spanish as i would like. People talk to you and all i can do i stare and say pardon. I defintley undeerstand how people feel when they come to australia and can´t speak english, it must be so hard, and you feel so stupid even though you aren´t!
i wrote this last week but blog was down
Here is an excerpt to get an idea of my arrival at Huaran last week...
I{ve been dying to use the net to tell you all about this place. I thought Cusco was cool but it was nothing compared to Huaran. We got three taxis to Huaran (because one person is sick and stayed in cusco so easier to get taxis) which was a hell of a drive. The driver was driving on both sides of the road to avoid potholes and overtaking cars all the time and beeping and the drive was very winding and hilly and steep cliffs on sides of the road. It was quite a ride. we even got stopped at a police checkpoint and our driver was takenb away and i got some good photos of scary peruvian police with guns. we thought they were going to take our driver away and leave us stranded, but then he came back and kept driving. After about an hour and a half of holding on for dear life we finally arrived at HUran, although it was difficult to see we had arrived anywhere. It was just a dusty gravelly road leading up to a beautiful old spanish church that is very dilapaidated. we waited for a while as one of the villagers went to get the village car! but it didn{t come so we piled our backs onto our backs and began the walk up the road to fridas house. Aoll the villagers came out and helped carry our bags in these colourful woven clothes...so much for hugh tech expensive kathmandu gear! No one carried my bag so i bundled it onto my bag and began walking. As soon as i arrived i was in awe of the natural surroundings. On every side of use there was massive massive mountians, very steep and very green - bright green, dark green, orangey rock, red rock, trees, some terraced fasrms perched precariuosly on the mountian faces. I was stunned, i had never seen something so beautiful. As we walked all the children who had come down from the mountains to see us began blowing conch shells to signal our welcome. We walked through the hacienda which is the hostel we will be working on. I was not prepared for how amazing this building is. I{m so excitewd to be working on it. It is in a c shape surrounding a courtyard with a wild and overgrown garden. There is a large vernadah the whole way around the c shaped building which is tiled with old colourful tiles that just need to be cleaned and polished. Every broken window you look out of is a million dollar view of these massive mountiains. While we waited for lunch that the commuynity was cooking for us we walked out the back and there was a huge orchard of pears and peaches that evryone picked and ate. We came back and the long table had een set with huge bowlsd full tomoato, carrots, caulifower, cucumbers and huge plates full of large quartered avocadoes (which are cheap here). They had arranged some flowers as well. Ithought this was lunch and was very happy but then sudfdenly they began hanmding out plates to each person with a large steak, potatoes, lettuce on it. It was such a delicious meal i ate everything and was like aggh. I thought it was alpaca steak (we ate aplaca steak on wednesday and it was one of the tastiest meats i ever ate). but it tunred out yesterday it was just cow. oh well it was still so delicious. They will be cooking lunch for us every day when we are working there. yayy.
But before lunch we took all our bags to fridas house which is further up the dirt road. We walked past many mud brick houses with tiled roofs. There were animals everywhere jusdt walking around, especially pigs, barking dogs, goats, cows, horses, chickens, geese, ducks.
I am sharing my room with two other girls, nicole and luisa. It is fairly spacious and has a concrete floor so last night i was very cold before i got into bed. I woke up this morning with a really sore throat. I went to the outdoor bathroom and was looking forward to a hot shower (got up early especially) but there was no hot water. so i freezed while i had an icy shower. Just metres from the house is a very rapid flowing river that sounds like heavy falling rain. We have to croos over two little wooden bridges to get from the dirt road to the house. The house has a farm with a cornfield and fruit trees. I was going to climb the moiuntian next to the house when we got there but tanya (fridas daughter) said it was too windy to climb today. i was dissapointed because i was so ready to climb, plus i wanted to be the first one there!
I ended up walking further up the road weith emily and saw more cornfields and people in their small mudbrick houses and smoke coming out. Group 1 was supposed to cook dinner but some of the community must have come over and cooked because they served us noodles and chicken which was so delicious. there must be something about being always hungry that makes food taste so good. We also ate a piece of choc for dessert from frida and everyone had been craving chocolate so much that we all sat there and savoured every morsel. I had my own stash of german chocolate that i bought in cusco that i didn{t dare tell anyonbe about because everyone was talking about chocolate all afternoon. Also everyone is a bit sick with sore throat etc.
Today we walked down to the Hacienda and tanya took some of us on the local bus to Urabumba (20 mins from Huran). we drove throught the corn capital of the world. This morning the tops of the mountians were shrouded in clouds. and yestrday evening the sun was hitting the slopes of the mountians and making them glow golden. I can{t get over how amazing it is. i will have to take so many photos. On the way to the bus we saw three pigs mating a thte same time. we all stopped and laughed and took photos, it was quite a sight if you can picture it. I think it was very clever oif them to be so coordinated. hahahahah so funny, i must get the picture from soomeone. Then a minute later we saw four gates chasing each other and then mating. It was a very different walk to work than usual!
I could keep wrtiting about this place for ages but i think i will just have to show you in photos. I was excited yesterday, but today i am tired and sick and weary, but i{m sure it will be better once we start working. But there is never a shortgae of inspiration in the natural surroundings. I can{t possibly feel too bad when i am in such a beautiful place.
I{ve been dying to use the net to tell you all about this place. I thought Cusco was cool but it was nothing compared to Huaran. We got three taxis to Huaran (because one person is sick and stayed in cusco so easier to get taxis) which was a hell of a drive. The driver was driving on both sides of the road to avoid potholes and overtaking cars all the time and beeping and the drive was very winding and hilly and steep cliffs on sides of the road. It was quite a ride. we even got stopped at a police checkpoint and our driver was takenb away and i got some good photos of scary peruvian police with guns. we thought they were going to take our driver away and leave us stranded, but then he came back and kept driving. After about an hour and a half of holding on for dear life we finally arrived at HUran, although it was difficult to see we had arrived anywhere. It was just a dusty gravelly road leading up to a beautiful old spanish church that is very dilapaidated. we waited for a while as one of the villagers went to get the village car! but it didn{t come so we piled our backs onto our backs and began the walk up the road to fridas house. Aoll the villagers came out and helped carry our bags in these colourful woven clothes...so much for hugh tech expensive kathmandu gear! No one carried my bag so i bundled it onto my bag and began walking. As soon as i arrived i was in awe of the natural surroundings. On every side of use there was massive massive mountians, very steep and very green - bright green, dark green, orangey rock, red rock, trees, some terraced fasrms perched precariuosly on the mountian faces. I was stunned, i had never seen something so beautiful. As we walked all the children who had come down from the mountains to see us began blowing conch shells to signal our welcome. We walked through the hacienda which is the hostel we will be working on. I was not prepared for how amazing this building is. I{m so excitewd to be working on it. It is in a c shape surrounding a courtyard with a wild and overgrown garden. There is a large vernadah the whole way around the c shaped building which is tiled with old colourful tiles that just need to be cleaned and polished. Every broken window you look out of is a million dollar view of these massive mountiains. While we waited for lunch that the commuynity was cooking for us we walked out the back and there was a huge orchard of pears and peaches that evryone picked and ate. We came back and the long table had een set with huge bowlsd full tomoato, carrots, caulifower, cucumbers and huge plates full of large quartered avocadoes (which are cheap here). They had arranged some flowers as well. Ithought this was lunch and was very happy but then sudfdenly they began hanmding out plates to each person with a large steak, potatoes, lettuce on it. It was such a delicious meal i ate everything and was like aggh. I thought it was alpaca steak (we ate aplaca steak on wednesday and it was one of the tastiest meats i ever ate). but it tunred out yesterday it was just cow. oh well it was still so delicious. They will be cooking lunch for us every day when we are working there. yayy.
But before lunch we took all our bags to fridas house which is further up the dirt road. We walked past many mud brick houses with tiled roofs. There were animals everywhere jusdt walking around, especially pigs, barking dogs, goats, cows, horses, chickens, geese, ducks.
I am sharing my room with two other girls, nicole and luisa. It is fairly spacious and has a concrete floor so last night i was very cold before i got into bed. I woke up this morning with a really sore throat. I went to the outdoor bathroom and was looking forward to a hot shower (got up early especially) but there was no hot water. so i freezed while i had an icy shower. Just metres from the house is a very rapid flowing river that sounds like heavy falling rain. We have to croos over two little wooden bridges to get from the dirt road to the house. The house has a farm with a cornfield and fruit trees. I was going to climb the moiuntian next to the house when we got there but tanya (fridas daughter) said it was too windy to climb today. i was dissapointed because i was so ready to climb, plus i wanted to be the first one there!
I ended up walking further up the road weith emily and saw more cornfields and people in their small mudbrick houses and smoke coming out. Group 1 was supposed to cook dinner but some of the community must have come over and cooked because they served us noodles and chicken which was so delicious. there must be something about being always hungry that makes food taste so good. We also ate a piece of choc for dessert from frida and everyone had been craving chocolate so much that we all sat there and savoured every morsel. I had my own stash of german chocolate that i bought in cusco that i didn{t dare tell anyonbe about because everyone was talking about chocolate all afternoon. Also everyone is a bit sick with sore throat etc.
Today we walked down to the Hacienda and tanya took some of us on the local bus to Urabumba (20 mins from Huran). we drove throught the corn capital of the world. This morning the tops of the mountians were shrouded in clouds. and yestrday evening the sun was hitting the slopes of the mountians and making them glow golden. I can{t get over how amazing it is. i will have to take so many photos. On the way to the bus we saw three pigs mating a thte same time. we all stopped and laughed and took photos, it was quite a sight if you can picture it. I think it was very clever oif them to be so coordinated. hahahahah so funny, i must get the picture from soomeone. Then a minute later we saw four gates chasing each other and then mating. It was a very different walk to work than usual!
I could keep wrtiting about this place for ages but i think i will just have to show you in photos. I was excited yesterday, but today i am tired and sick and weary, but i{m sure it will be better once we start working. But there is never a shortgae of inspiration in the natural surroundings. I can{t possibly feel too bad when i am in such a beautiful place.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Last day in Cusco...for a while
I have finally managed to put up some photos of what i´ve een up to so far. Hope it gives a good idea of the place. The computer isd really slow, so it´s taken me over an hour to put them up. This morning a bunch of us got up early and walked down to Jack´s which is a cafe that serves breakfast. We won´t have much good breakfasdt for a while and have been living on Inca cereal,,,which has an aniseed flavour and am so sick of it, and stale bread with jam. So we took ourselves to jacks and i got a massive stack of pancakes with maple syrup and it was aghhhhhhh so good. and a hot chocolate hmm. Last night we were going to go to a South America Cup soccer match against Caracas but could´n´t get tickets so went to salsa dancing instead. All the girls wore skirts with thermals underneath and looked like freaks. I don´t have nay thermals so i just wore my skirt and freezed.
Yesterday visited a school for disadvantaged kids. All we did was take photos and laugh around with them, so nothing particularly useful but everyone had fun i guess. Ooh i also bought a centiana jersey so i can wear it at the games. They can be my adopted team! Also this morning bought an alpaca jumper for 40 soles...i thiunk i got ripped off by 5 soles but i am getting sick of trying to bargain with poor people to save myself about 2 dollars. I need because the nights are getting very cold.
Tomorrow leaving for Huaran in the morning so i am getting eerything i need ready. We will be there for a month and only come back to Cusco once at the end towards easter for the big soccer game.
I am looking forward to starting the project. We are making an old spanisj colonial building into a hostel in this village that currnetly has no tourism. The project extends to all aspects of the business from constructing the hostel, to setting up a website and marketing, training locals to work in the hostel and getting to know the community and teaching english so that they can get on with tourists. Each person in the group has a special skill...for me i can help with the design and construction of the project while others have skills in other areas. I´m also going to be doing enlgish teaching at the school in the afternoon.
catch you in a few weeks!
Yesterday visited a school for disadvantaged kids. All we did was take photos and laugh around with them, so nothing particularly useful but everyone had fun i guess. Ooh i also bought a centiana jersey so i can wear it at the games. They can be my adopted team! Also this morning bought an alpaca jumper for 40 soles...i thiunk i got ripped off by 5 soles but i am getting sick of trying to bargain with poor people to save myself about 2 dollars. I need because the nights are getting very cold.
Tomorrow leaving for Huaran in the morning so i am getting eerything i need ready. We will be there for a month and only come back to Cusco once at the end towards easter for the big soccer game.
I am looking forward to starting the project. We are making an old spanisj colonial building into a hostel in this village that currnetly has no tourism. The project extends to all aspects of the business from constructing the hostel, to setting up a website and marketing, training locals to work in the hostel and getting to know the community and teaching english so that they can get on with tourists. Each person in the group has a special skill...for me i can help with the design and construction of the project while others have skills in other areas. I´m also going to be doing enlgish teaching at the school in the afternoon.
catch you in a few weeks!
the beginning of my trip...
This photo sums up my first three days after leaving Sydney which consisted of sitting on aeroplanes, waiting in airports with no sleep...and carrying over half my weight in luggage on three public busdes through miami to get back to the airport...aggh good times hehe. This is me waiting for the bus to arrive and about to fall over. But i was really surprised...so many ppl came up to me and asked me why i had so much luggage and hwere i was from and how to get to the aiport, and one skater dude guy even ran down the road and got the bus to stop for me becasue i was in the wrong place...i also got some wierd looks becasue i kept dropping everything everywhere
near san pedro markets
Yesterday walked back through this area and it was really fascinating and colourful, but very poor very...i was being very aware of my pockets and my bags as there were many poeple begging and walking very close to us.
Suqsayhuaman
Here is the statue of Jesus that the locals call ¨sexy woman¨. Iknow it sounds wrong but if you read further below all will be explained! Above is the view over Cusco from suqsayhuaman.
puffy street
This is one of the puffiest streets in Cusco. It´s not too bad now but at first it was a killer...actaully io´m on this street in the interent cafe, and on the left is the yummiest bakery...
The stairs to hell
I went for a walk up the stairs to hell...so called because it feels like a never ending stairs with the heat and the altitude makes it hell...i tried running at first and quickly learnt my lesson. But i got to the top and had this view out over Cusco.
Cusco
I went for a wander through the streets and got lost...so this shot is somewhere in Cusco...
This is the view from the hostel looking out over Cusco, and that is actually a road not a footpath...
This is the view from the hostel looking out over Cusco, and that is actually a road not a footpath...
Miami
stopped over in miami for a night...I walked along Miami beach on the one day i had there...in this photo i have not slept in two days...hehe. The beach was quite white but not as cool as i thought it would be. There were some cool beach shack things everywhere thoi that i took photos of...
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Sexy Woman...
Yesterday i had a few adventures...after doing a few things in the morning like visiting a textiles cooperative and seeing weaving we met up at the central plaza in Cusco called Plaza dÁrmas. From there we went in taxis in geoups supposedly up to Suqsayhuaman which is an old Incan ruins above Cusco which looks out over the whole city. little did our group know that we were actaully going to the trout farm first, so our taxi took us striaght to suqsayhuaman.
OK before i go any further let me clarify the pronunciation of Suqsayhuaman...when you hear the locals say it it sounds exactly as if you are saying Sexy Woman. So when we first all heard this we had no idea what they were talking about and they would always point to the hill above the city where there is a massive white statue of Jesus (just near Suqsayhuaman) and say Sexy Woman. i couldn´t help it but i am so immature that i cracked up every time. i just thought it was twisted that all the locals referred to the Jesus statue as sexy woman, wrong in so many ways.
So anyway, the four of us ended up getting stranded at sexy woman while the others ate a massive lunch at the trout farm. We made our way to the statue after a painful climb up the huge mountain, the higher we walked the harder it got to breath without your lungs falling out. The view from the top was amazing. Luckily i had walked near there before so i knew how to get back to the hostel. We phoned Rob from the hostel and they had been freaking out that we´d drivne to theother trout farm 4 hours away. lucky for me i don´t like trout. So to make up for it Bon took us to jack´s for lunch and we got to live it up for 18 soles each!
The funniest part of the day was when we were waiting around for Bon after we dinally made our way to the hostel and discussing how they could have left us stranded at Sexy Mama. Will casually and unknowngly referred to Suqsayhuaman as Sexy Mama about three times in one sentence by which stage the other three of us we rolling on the gorund with laughter. Since that momnet and for the remiander of the trip Will will be known as Sexy Mama. hahahha
We went to a tradiaiotnal dance performance last night as part of our tourist ticket and it was okay and a little funny...well i made it funny in my head to pass the time. All the other things we have done with our tourist ticket (70 soles) has been really bad...all the museums except one that we have visited i´ve been like ís this even a museum or just room with thre photos in it?¨
Anyway, after the dance thing we went to a vege restaurant where i thought we would have vegetables. But no, we had amound of rice with a fried egg on top served with banana, cucumber and tomato. it was very odd and i couldn´t have made a weirder meal if i had tried.
We are heading to huaran on thursday to start the project working on rebuilding an old Spanish building into a hostel and setting up the marketing, website, staff training and other communtiy things so that they can have a share of tourism in their area. i have to go and buy some teaching materials as i will be taking an English class at the school...agghh, i have no idea what to do but i´m sure it will be fun!
OK before i go any further let me clarify the pronunciation of Suqsayhuaman...when you hear the locals say it it sounds exactly as if you are saying Sexy Woman. So when we first all heard this we had no idea what they were talking about and they would always point to the hill above the city where there is a massive white statue of Jesus (just near Suqsayhuaman) and say Sexy Woman. i couldn´t help it but i am so immature that i cracked up every time. i just thought it was twisted that all the locals referred to the Jesus statue as sexy woman, wrong in so many ways.
So anyway, the four of us ended up getting stranded at sexy woman while the others ate a massive lunch at the trout farm. We made our way to the statue after a painful climb up the huge mountain, the higher we walked the harder it got to breath without your lungs falling out. The view from the top was amazing. Luckily i had walked near there before so i knew how to get back to the hostel. We phoned Rob from the hostel and they had been freaking out that we´d drivne to theother trout farm 4 hours away. lucky for me i don´t like trout. So to make up for it Bon took us to jack´s for lunch and we got to live it up for 18 soles each!
The funniest part of the day was when we were waiting around for Bon after we dinally made our way to the hostel and discussing how they could have left us stranded at Sexy Mama. Will casually and unknowngly referred to Suqsayhuaman as Sexy Mama about three times in one sentence by which stage the other three of us we rolling on the gorund with laughter. Since that momnet and for the remiander of the trip Will will be known as Sexy Mama. hahahha
We went to a tradiaiotnal dance performance last night as part of our tourist ticket and it was okay and a little funny...well i made it funny in my head to pass the time. All the other things we have done with our tourist ticket (70 soles) has been really bad...all the museums except one that we have visited i´ve been like ís this even a museum or just room with thre photos in it?¨
Anyway, after the dance thing we went to a vege restaurant where i thought we would have vegetables. But no, we had amound of rice with a fried egg on top served with banana, cucumber and tomato. it was very odd and i couldn´t have made a weirder meal if i had tried.
We are heading to huaran on thursday to start the project working on rebuilding an old Spanish building into a hostel and setting up the marketing, website, staff training and other communtiy things so that they can have a share of tourism in their area. i have to go and buy some teaching materials as i will be taking an English class at the school...agghh, i have no idea what to do but i´m sure it will be fun!
Sunday, March 12, 2006
still in Cusco...
Well i have now had two Spanish and am starting to understand bits of conversations, like a word here and there and putting it together, but still not great. The Spanish we did was really hard and somehow i ended up in the higher group, but then 5 minutes into the lesson there was a mysterious knock on the door and the teacher went out and came back and told me to swap groups! boohoo, that was so embarrassing i got bumped down to the intermediate class, but apparently it was a mistake but i stayed anyway to avoid further embarrasment. The lesson was quite easy and i already knew most of the stuff we covered, but it was still worth going over i guess.
I'm really surprised their is very little peruvian food to try. i was looking forward to eating some interesting dishes but so far all it has been is chicken and chips, or steak, or spaghetti bolognaise...aghhhh!!! apparently when we go to the village we will have more traditional food. For example, the other night we went to dinner a t a place called "surf and turf" ...yeh it's traditional Cusco tourist food.
I'm quite tired today because we had our official welcome dinner last night (even though i have now been away for exactly a week) where we went to dinner (i had steak of course) and the interesting thing about going out here is that if you order a drink they do not measure the alcohol, so if you have, hypothetically um say, gee i don't know, a vodka and sprite, then you get a big glass, and they free-pour the vodka till hypothetically (if this happened) it would fill up half the glass, and then the rest is lemonade. So you get about three drinks in one. At the dinner we met the family of the lady we will be living with in Huaran, they must have a big house to fit us all in. At dinner there was a group playing who were doing Columbian rap! After dinner we had our first big night out where we went to a club that is popular with the locals. There was a popular local salsa band playing and it was very crowded. The waiters carried the glasses on the ir heads instead of on a tray or, heaven forbid, just in your hands, and danced along as they walked about serving drinks! The band eventually finished but the music continued and there was a really good atmosphere and a lot of short Peruvian men looking for a dancing partner. Some of the other girls were about the right height but for me it would have been like Lauren Jackson (is that her name?) dancing with Frodo...that would be quite a sight! well i exaggarate but it is fairly common that poeple will approach tourists in the hope of gaining a australian passport or something...anyway, enough of that, it was a really really fun night.
Yesterday i had a really good experience at a church funded children's clinic just on the edge of Cusco called the San juan Clinic where there are diabled children who live there. It was saturday so they had free time and no therapy so a bunch were able to play with the kids. All are in wheelchairs so i ended up partnering up with a three old girl who was very cute but also i think very aware that she could make me do what she wanted. So she said parque, and i wheelded her outside to the elaborate play equipment designed for wheelchairs, and the ball pit with coloured balls. i lifted her out ofht e chair and then i realised i had to move her legs for her when she sat on the equipment. I was glad i learned some colours that monring in the lesson because it was the main way of communicating using the yellow, green and blue plastic balls we played a game. I found it very challenging as not only had i never looked after a disabled child before but also we had no common language so iwas using what very little Spanish i had to talk to her. I actaully learned some words from her too. I ended up wheeling her inside and outside and to the soccerfield and back and forth about five times in the hour. It must get quite boring and lonely for the kids so they obviously know how to make the most of visitors. I felt a bit guilty and heartless that other ppl in the group were crying a bit as we left the clinic, but i didn't feel like crying becasue i had just spent an hour laughing and playing with a child who otherwise would have been watching TV, and also the clinic is very well funded. They seem to have many volunteers that come to stay with them, so i actually felt very happy and optimistic.
i have to keep reminding myself i am in Cusco, in Peru, in South America, on the other side of the world... it's easy to forget that! wow
I'm really surprised their is very little peruvian food to try. i was looking forward to eating some interesting dishes but so far all it has been is chicken and chips, or steak, or spaghetti bolognaise...aghhhh!!! apparently when we go to the village we will have more traditional food. For example, the other night we went to dinner a t a place called "surf and turf" ...yeh it's traditional Cusco tourist food.
I'm quite tired today because we had our official welcome dinner last night (even though i have now been away for exactly a week) where we went to dinner (i had steak of course) and the interesting thing about going out here is that if you order a drink they do not measure the alcohol, so if you have, hypothetically um say, gee i don't know, a vodka and sprite, then you get a big glass, and they free-pour the vodka till hypothetically (if this happened) it would fill up half the glass, and then the rest is lemonade. So you get about three drinks in one. At the dinner we met the family of the lady we will be living with in Huaran, they must have a big house to fit us all in. At dinner there was a group playing who were doing Columbian rap! After dinner we had our first big night out where we went to a club that is popular with the locals. There was a popular local salsa band playing and it was very crowded. The waiters carried the glasses on the ir heads instead of on a tray or, heaven forbid, just in your hands, and danced along as they walked about serving drinks! The band eventually finished but the music continued and there was a really good atmosphere and a lot of short Peruvian men looking for a dancing partner. Some of the other girls were about the right height but for me it would have been like Lauren Jackson (is that her name?) dancing with Frodo...that would be quite a sight! well i exaggarate but it is fairly common that poeple will approach tourists in the hope of gaining a australian passport or something...anyway, enough of that, it was a really really fun night.
Yesterday i had a really good experience at a church funded children's clinic just on the edge of Cusco called the San juan Clinic where there are diabled children who live there. It was saturday so they had free time and no therapy so a bunch were able to play with the kids. All are in wheelchairs so i ended up partnering up with a three old girl who was very cute but also i think very aware that she could make me do what she wanted. So she said parque, and i wheelded her outside to the elaborate play equipment designed for wheelchairs, and the ball pit with coloured balls. i lifted her out ofht e chair and then i realised i had to move her legs for her when she sat on the equipment. I was glad i learned some colours that monring in the lesson because it was the main way of communicating using the yellow, green and blue plastic balls we played a game. I found it very challenging as not only had i never looked after a disabled child before but also we had no common language so iwas using what very little Spanish i had to talk to her. I actaully learned some words from her too. I ended up wheeling her inside and outside and to the soccerfield and back and forth about five times in the hour. It must get quite boring and lonely for the kids so they obviously know how to make the most of visitors. I felt a bit guilty and heartless that other ppl in the group were crying a bit as we left the clinic, but i didn't feel like crying becasue i had just spent an hour laughing and playing with a child who otherwise would have been watching TV, and also the clinic is very well funded. They seem to have many volunteers that come to stay with them, so i actually felt very happy and optimistic.
i have to keep reminding myself i am in Cusco, in Peru, in South America, on the other side of the world... it's easy to forget that! wow
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