Thursday, 28 October 2010

PUNO, LAKE TITICACA & BEYOND

Monday May 3rd
Arrival at Puno
By the time our train had reached Puno it was late in the day. This city is the capital of the Puno Region of south eastern Peru next door to Bolivia.
It is on the edge of Lake Titicaca, the world's highest commercially navigable lake. 3,860m).
It's also regarded as the cradle of Inca civilisation.
We were promptly loaded onto a bus where we had to wait while hats, cameras which had been left on the train were retrieved. The trip to our hotel was a long one, not so much in distance, but it was peak hour and the traffic was incredible.
When we reached the Hotel Eco we only had time for a few puffs of oxygen, dinner, a glass or two and finally to bed.
Tuesday May 4th
Having travelled by bus, train and plane, it was now time to take to the water. We were to spend the day exploring the islands of Lake Titicaca, in particular the remote islands of Taquile as well as the famous reed islands of the Uros people.
The people on Taquile speak a language called Quechua and they have a remarkable social system.
For example the inhabitants wear different clothes according to their social status. Also the colors of their caps vary according to whether a person is married or single.
There is no electricity on the island , but they produce the most beautiful textiles and clothes. The women make the yarn and do the weaving. The men do the knitting.
We were told that men and women are ready for marriage when he can knit her a hat and she can weave him a belt.
If a couple has lived together before marriage  and later on applies for divorce, they must provide a reason why. The theory is that if they lived together before marrying they knew each well enough to know what they were getting into.
Bow of a reed boat

Floating reed island
But the most fascinating part of this trip was to see the Uros Indians who live on floating islands made from the  reeds. The reeds, totora, grow in the lake shallows and the Uros interweave them to make islands on which they live. So if you have a row with your wife or neighbour you can just cut through the reeds and push your part away.Everything is made of these reeds including huts, boats and many implements. They're also a source of food and medicine. I did notice a battery operated radio in one hut but that was not made of reeds.
There are now no pure  blood Uros Indians. They've intermarried with Inca Indians and other groups, but they still preserve Uros culture.

While we were there we were encouraged to try on local clothing. I did this but it was apparently such a terrible sight that the others gave it a miss.
I go native
Wednesday May 5th
Early next morning we were back on our bus. We drove around the shores of Lake Titicaca headed for the Bolivian border. Our destination was La Paz, capital of Bolivia with a stopover at Copacabana.
It may have the same name but this Copacabana has none of the glamor and glitz of the Rio version. It has a country town atmosphere, and a proudly Indian culture. It's also the main inland beach resort.
Moorish style cathedral
En route we passed through many delightful little villages, all with elaborate churches. In Copacabana itself there was a great Moorish style cathedral which houses the famous Dark Virgin, patron saint of Bolivia.
 The statue is in a niche in the church and can be rotated so that she can overlook the main part of the cathedral or a small chapel which to get to, you need to climb about three flights of stairs. Just as well she's a miracle worker.
The story is that if she is removed from the cathedral there will be massive storms on the lake.
The next part of our journey took us out on the lake again. This trip involved two immigration checks crossing both the Peruvian and the Bolivian borders.
We crossed Lake Titicaca This time aboard a catamaran heading to La Paz, the Bolivian capital with a stopover on another island, Sun Island. This is supposed to be where the Inca empire began and there are many ruins and remains of Inca gardens and steps. And of course the inevitable sellers of souvenir pottery, carpets, scarves etc. Very tempting!
Lakeside seller


Cute baby llama
 We also got  up close to llamas, especially a baby llama which seemed unfazed by the tourists and their cameras.

Finally we boarded our catamaran once more, eventually arriving at the small port of Chua. From there we were driven by bus, once again through heavy traffic to our hotel, the Presidente.
La Paz - Bolivia
Thur May 6th
Traffic in La Paz
La Paz sits at an altitude of 3636 metres, but we didn't worry too much about breathing. The fumes of the traffic was so dense we just had to hold our breath. I don't remember how long it took from the airport to our hotel, (The Presidente), but the traffic was horrendous. Drivers just seemed to go where they liked regardless of whether or not there was space to get through.It was a relief to reach the Presidente which turned out to be a really good quality hotel. And so to dinner and bed.
On the next morning we boarded a bus for a tour of the Moon Valley. Travelling through the southern residential area of the city and eventually we reached the most remarkable valley. It really was like the surface of the moon, with huge crags and pinnacles of rock eroded over thousands of years. It’s not actually a valley at all, just a wasteland of eroded pillars of earth.
Flute player - Moon Valley

And to add to the atmosphere, high up on a rock was a man playing a South American flute. If you can imagine a didgeridoo player atop Uluru, then you’ve got the picture. Quite eerie!
From here we returned to La Paz through the old colonial quarter with its cobbled streets and many  churches.
La Paz

 While the others went to the witches market, I went off to buy yet another suitcase. The suitcase issue had become a joke. I kept buying new suitcases only to find they were too small, too heavy or whatever. At last I had success and found the right one and as we walked away with the shiny new suitcase, my handbag fell apart.
Back at the Presidente we all met again for what was to be our farewell dinner. Some of us were heading back to Lima and home and some of us were heading off for a cruise of the Galapagos Islands. I was doing the latter with friends Rod and Ann and Malcolm. 
Rod's farewell speech

Our last dinner was at a German restaurant in La Paz filled with other tour groups doing the same thing. The meal was great and so was Rod’s summary of the tour in which he picked up on every little slip that Alex had made during the three weeks.
On the following morning we flew out to Quito in Ecuador and spent the day exploring  the land of the Otavalenos, a people famous for their textiles and traditional crafts. We drove through terraced farmlands to the little village of Calderon where they make traditional figurines out of colored dough which they then bake and varnish.
Otavalo people
May 8th
 From there we went on to the town of Otavalo where we spent the next few hours wandering cobbled streets thronged with Otavalo Indians with long braided hair and wearing traditional blue ponchos. The market here is filled with ponchos, scarves, blankets, belts and wall hangings as well as classical Indian jewellery. We called into an Indian village called Peguche where the local artisans weave at home. We were allowed into one Indian house to see them at their work.
Local weaver

From ancient crafts it was back to modern times and the city of Quito. It is a beautiful city and like most areas of South America, it is full of churches.  I wanted to go inside one but discovered that tourists were expected to pay. There was a baptism ceremony going on inside, so much to the embarrassment of my companions, I announced that as a Catholic I wanted to go in and pray. They couldn’t refuse.
The down side was that once inside I could either stay for the whole ceremony or look around and then sneak out without my subterfuge being discovered. I took the chance and snuck out.
May 9th
Another day, another flight!  This time the flight took us from Quito to Guayaquil from where we were change planes and fly to Baltra airport in the Galapagos Islands.
After an uneventful flight we disembarked and had the rest of the afternoon to look around, before joining our boat, the Motor Yacht “Millennium”. That gave us the chance to visit the Charles Darwin Research Station which is where a team of international scientists carry out continuous biological research and conservation projects. Among these projects, they are involved in tortoise breeding, saving many kinds of tortoise from extinction.
Giant Galapagos Tortoise

We were quite shocked at the number of people and the amount of tourist tat for sale. The place seemed to be over commercialized, but as we too were tourists we couldn’t really criticize.
That evening we joined the MY Millennium for our five day cruise around the islands.
There were only a few people on the cruise, and I thought I’d really struck it lucky when I found that I had a cabin all to myself.

Our boat at anchor

That however was short lived when a little later I returned to my cabin, having spread my stuff out all over the place, only to find a tall Dutch lady of about thirty settling in too.
Recovering from the shock we introduced ourselves and got along beautifully.
In the next few days our little vessel cruised from island to island in almost perfect weather. Very few of us were seasick despite a bit of a swell sometimes. There was one night that nobody felt much like eating and retired early but otherwise it smooth sailing.
Each island featured something different in bird and animal life as well as plants and environment. We walked the trails around each island, coming across iguanas, (maritime and land), pelicans, and scores of different bird species. 
Wildlife

The land iguanas are yellow and black and they are huge. Some of the islands featured  lava pools and caves and inlets. There were sandy beaches and black lava beaches, and of course the famous giant tortoises. The most famous of these is “Lonesome George”. He is about eighty years old and is the last of his race. He now lives at the research station but there are no females left living so they cannot breed from him. They think they might be able to mate him with another breed of tortoise; close to his or possibly clone him. But that’s technically very difficult. Poor George!
All around these islands you can see the evidence of evolution in microcosm. For example on some islands where there are no tortoises, you see cacti which are of normal height and breadth. But on islands where there are big tortoises, the same cacti grow very tall with no low branches. They have evolved that way so they are safe from hungry tortoises.
Cacti

There are  sea lions on many of the islands and they are relatively tame. They simply haven’t learnt to fear humans.
On one day we went snorkeling and when I came up for a breather, there right up close to my face was a sea lion with big brown eyes looking at me. He’d come up for a breather too.
Sea lions are not always friendly. They are big and they fight, or at least the males do.
We saw the so called bachelor colony where the males battle for supremacy. Winners get to mate with the females. Losers stay in the bachelor colony until they can beat another sea lion for the right to mate.
Sea Lion mother and pup

There were visits to more islands teeming with seabirds roosting on cliffs and anywhere they could nest; frigate birds and blue footed boobies and many more.
When you see how these creatures have adapted to their varied environments, quite independent of their neighbors on other islands, you can understand how Charles Darwin came up with his remarkable theories.
Marine birdlife
This cruise around some of the most fascinating islands in the world, brought my South American adventure pretty much to an end.
The last Galapagos day was spent in the capital of Puerto Baquerizo Moreno.  Capital or not it is really just a small village albeit the oldest settlement in the archipelago. And it was from here we were to fly back to Quito, Ecuador.
Our last night before going our separate ways, was spent in a lovely old boutique hotel, the Patio Andaluz. It’s a listed heritage building in the old colonial part of the city. The hotel is over three hundred years old and a stone’s throw from the Presidential Palace.
May 14th
I was booked to fly to Madrid to join Damien, Fritha and Anthony, so I headed off to the airport before Rod, Ann and Malcolm. I was still there when they arrived a few hours later. And many hours later I was still there as my plane was held up because of a mechanical fault.
All the English speaking passengers had connecting flights so they were put on another plane and I was left in the airport with 200 or so angry Spanish speaking passengers. Can you imagine the ranting and raving while I sat in the corner not knowing what the hell was going on.
Eventually a Spanish woman who spoke English came over to me and explained that if they did not get the plane fixed LAN Airways would put us up in a hotel for the night. At least I had some information.
However they did get the plane fixed and we flew from Quito to Guayaquil, only to find the passengers who had left earlier waiting there.  So then they joined us and we all flew to Madrid. We were four hours late and so missed the dinner we had planned with Damien, Fritha and Anthony.

PHOTO MEMORIES OF SOUTH AMERICA

Finally I've added a selection of photos. I took hundreds. These are but a few.

BBVA Bank Santiago
Church in Santiago
Street in Rio
Monkey & friend in Rio



Another church in Rio

Iguassu Falls
Iguassu Falls



Iguassu Falls





Eva Peron in her heyday
A Toucan


Hotel garden

La Boca district - Buenos Aires



Ancient carving (Inca)






Macchu Pichu


Grazing llamas
Donkeys



Marketplace
Local baker



Church interior..much gold
A load of reeds on Lake Titicaca
Lake Titicaca local


Titicaca figureheads


A llama farmer


Making dough figurines
Lake Titicaca musicians





The Millenium - Our Galapagos cruiser

Iguana
Friendly Sea Lion - Galapagos
Giant tortoise on the move


Saturday, 28 August 2010

BARBARA’S SOUTH AMERICAN ODYSSEY PT 2

Monday April 26th
When I last wrote, we were in Buenos Aires. That was day nine of our travels. On the morning of day ten we had to be up fairly early in time to breakfast, pack and transfer back to the airport for our next flight, this time with LAN airways to Lima, capital of Peru. After a three hour flight we arrived and checked into a hotel. Although we would be in Peru for several days, we had only one afternoon in Lima so we had to make the most of it, via an organized tour.
This was conducted by a very cute looking young guide.
Lima lies on the Pacific coast. It was founded back in the sixteenth century and eventually became the centre of all Spanish trade and culture in the New World. So as you can imagine it abounds with colonial architecture, and old Spanish style churches as well as modern residential areas.
Our tour focused very much on the colonial aspects of the city.
And while we were looking at these buildings our guide brought us up to date on life in modern day Peru. It seems that the President is none too popular, as is the case in Argentina. Quite a few South American countries point to Chile’s former president Michelle Bachelet as a model president.
There are apparently no social services here. You either have a job or you starve unless your family can support you. Hospitals have long waiting lists and the education system provides only the teacher and the building. The rest is up to the parents.
There’s very little rain in Lima but the city gets its water from the melting snow in the Andes.
There's a history, geography and politics lesson in two minutes.
Our tour took us to some of those typically Spanish style churches filled with statues and mosaics and with so much gold leaf it was almost obscene, especially in such a poor country.
We visited the Cathedral, and a beautiful cream colored colonial building called the Convento or Monastery of San Francisco, the main city square
“Plaza Mayor”, and then on to the Rafael Larco Herrera Museum for our first taste of Inca and pre-Inca culture. 
This museum has one of the largest collections of gold and silver produced in ancient Peru, as well as a fascinating array of ceramic pottery. 
Some of this comes from the Moche culture which pre-dates the Incas. 
Incan art
Moche carving
Incan art






Tuesday April 27th
The next morning saw us back at the airport and boarding a flight to Cuzco, a city in the mountains about an hour away. 
Over the Andes to Cuzco
Landing at Cuzco airport, reminded me of coming into Cairns. You have to fly around the city which is surrounded by mountains, until you line-up with the runway, then close your eyes and pray.
Cuzco was once the centre of Incan civilization. That culture only lasted 300 years but there is plenty of evidence of it still around.
Many of the streets are lined with Inca stonework, still serving as foundations for more modern buildings.
You need a bit of time to acclimatize here, because you are 3,300 metres above sea level and the air is quite a bit thinner. Visitors do get altitude sickness and we were told that most hotels provide oxygen on request if you are really sick.
Fortunately I didn’t get altitude sickness although one or two of my fellow travellers weren’t so lucky.
Once rested we spent the afternoon exploring this beautiful old city. Of course there is the obligatory Plaza and Cathedral but there were also Inca ruins and we would explore these on the following day.

Wednesday April 28th
Giant basalt blocks
The Spaniards knocked a lot of things down when they first arrived. Incan temples were demolished and replaced with Christian churches. But you can still see enough of the ruins to realize that the Incas were great engineers. They used huge basalt blocks  and built enormous structure without ever using mortar. They simply built everything at a slight angle, so each block leant on the next to keep upright. 


Incan architecture
They also employed a sort of jigsaw pattern of building. They were so accurate that even today you could not slip a razor blade between the blocks.
Once again a visit to the cathedral is like a visit to an Aladdin’s cave of precious jewels and gold and silver. We were told that the owner of a silver mine actually donated silver by the tonne for the construction of altars.

Thursday April 29th
Every June in Cuzco on the feast of Corpus Christi They take one of these altars out in procession. They used to carry it but now it sits on an army jeep in the church and they drive it about the city on the jeep.
They love processions here. 

Another procession

We were sitting in the park having lunch when this young boy came up trying to sell us crocheted llamas and other finger puppet animals. His English was pretty good so I asked him why he wasn't at school. He told me his teacher (Australian or English called Pedro,) was absent. The boy’s name was Alfredo.
Just as Malcolm, one of our group was about to buy something, Alfredo hid his the article under his bag, saying something about “the policia”.
When the policeman moved away, it was back to business.I asked Alfredo if he would be going back to school on the next day but he thought it was Saturday and he would return on Monday.
Given that his English was so good; his education seemed to be doing him some good.
In Cuzco we visited lots of Inca sites, and museums, as well as the factory where they produce llama jumpers. When they sell llama jumpers or hats in the street they tell you it is “baby llama”, but what they are actually saying is “maybe llama”.
A few of us bought stuff from street vendors. It was so cheap that it was worth it even if it only lasted a day or two.
I bought some good quality things but I also bought a jumper from a street seller because I was freezing.
Just like Melbourne, Cuzco weather can be hot one minute and cold the next.
Street vendors
Friday April 30th
From Cuzco were travelled out of the city. This meant firstly a bus ride to the town of Piscacucho, a short walk to a makeshift railway station built after the mudslides, and then by train to a place called Aguas Calientes.
The countryside surrounding Cuzco is very mountainous and many of the houses we passed looked very unstable. Our guide told us these places were around 70 years old, but we think they fall down every 70 years and they just rebuild them each time. 
The road was very rough in the wake of the landslides they had recently endured. The railway station was only just rebuilt too.
All along the railway line we could see evidence of the landslides and they must have worked really hard to get things going again. Tourism is obviously very important to them.
Wild river & mudslide

We reached Aguas Calientes  and stopped for the night and had dinner in our hotel which was just as well as I was feeling pretty crook with a cold that wouldn’t go away. Tomorrow we would set off by bus for Machu Picchu. No-one was prepared to take the trek which would have meant getting up at 4.30 am.

Saturday May 1st
 Up at 8 am to travel to Machu Picchu by bus. There was a line of them waiting for us and all the other tourists. Our bus was tenth in the queue. Three thousand people visit Machu Picchu every day so you can imagine how hectic it is.
Machu Picchu is only a short distance away as the crow flies, but the place is quite high up and access is along a tortuous narrow road with a series of elbow bends. From above it must look like a kids’ set of toy buses winding its way up the mountain. But then the first buses in line start to come down again and there are very few places to pass. So follows much reversing and breath holding while our bus gets perilously close to the edge of the road. And all the time you can see the river winding away below as it rushes down the mountainside.
But in the end we reached Machu Picchu itself and the journey was well worth it.
Machu Picchu
Once off the bus we walk slowly up the terraces of this amazing place.
How the Incas managed to construct this enormous space beggars belief. It lies spread out beneath a gigantic thrusting peak of almost bare rock shrouded in mist. Looking down you can see deep green and misty valleys dropping hundreds of metres to a boiling river torrent. 
For centuries this place was buried in the Peruvian jungle until an American historian, Hiram Bingham accidentally discovered it in 1911.  You can only marvel at the remains of temples and ornamental sites which seem to go on for ever.The whole archeological complex covers about 5 square kilometres.
Inca ruins

The word Picchu means mountain, and Machu - old. While the real purpose of the site is not fully understood it is obvious that it was a communal living area.  The terraces were used to grow crops and the buildings were for living and worship. They even had a sewerage system in which dirty water was separated from drinking water. The whole complex took a hundred years to build and it is still standing four centuries later. There are lots of hiking options here but none of us were very adventurous. Some went as far as the Sun Gate higher up the mountain.
There were only a couple of unpleasant incidents during our visit. One of our group, Jill, had been suffering from the altitude, but was determined to make the journey. Half an hour after we arrived on the site, she became really ill and had to be stretchered out. It gave us all a nasty shock to see Jill looking so deathly pale.
But we pushed on up the terraces as cloud was starting to close in on us.
It was then that I took my eye off the path and stumbled and fell. As I lay on the ground a rather spunky bloke in an Arsenal tracksuit came to my aid and checked me out. He gave me the all clear and then another spunky bloke, an Italian, helped me down the rest of the steps. All I had was a grazed shin and some bruises, but all that attention made it all worthwhile.
Then followed that long bus line back to our hotel!  By the time we reached it, the rain was pouring down.
After dinner we headed off up the hill to the railway station at Aguas Calientes and on to the Vistadome train for the journey back to Piscacucho. From there we took a bus to a place called Ollantaytambo, which is in the Sacred Valley. 
Finally in the dark we arrived at the Pakaritampu Hotel. Even in the dark it looked interesting but we couldn't see much and were too tired anyway.
Sunday May 2nd
Pakaritampu Hotel, Ollantaytambo
When we awoke the next morning we could see how beautiful our hotel was.   It was a real hacienda with a lovely garden, and to my great surprise, there on the lawn in front of me were three llamas having their breakfast. After our own breakfast we set out for the Sacred Valley to inspect yet more brilliantly built Inca ruins. To the west of the city is a mountain scattered with houses and innumerable pre-Hispanic temples and terraces.
Handicraft shop
From there we visited a South American Indian town called Chinchero and another called Pisac. Here there were marketplaces where local Indians from different communities trade their goods either for money or by bartering. Lots of local handicrafts! 
From our bus we also observed something of the local sanitary practices. Basically it was a matter of doing it in the street. I saw one man using both hands in case he splashed his shoes. And there was an old lady who squatted on the roadside, simply walking away from the evidence when she’d finished.
At the end of the day we arrived back in Cuzco and another night in my small hotel room.
 Monday May  3rd
Next day and we were heading south from Cuzco to Puno on a great train journey. One of the highlights of the trip is to watch one of our group, Rod, who is the original train buff. He was as excited as a three year old, running up and down the station taking photos of every aspect of the R Class or STJ or whatever the engines, carriages or rail lines are called.
Children by the railway track 

Waving to the tourists
The train, The Andean Explorer is delightful. All the tables have two benches, old fashioned lamp shades and a small vase of flowers, Afternoon tea is served at the table, and pre dinner drinks. This is the sort of luxury I could get used to.  At the end of the train is a glass walled observation car.
Along the way again we saw a variety of landscapes and small villages. The train stopped for a short time at La Raya which is 4317 metres above sea level. There is a market there, and of course a little chapel. I walked about 50 metres along the station but that was enough as I was puffing and panting in that short distance.As we came into Puno we saw loads of stalls selling every sort of car part imagineable, like a sort of auto swap meet. Puno lies on the shores of Lake Titicaca. But I'll tell you about that in my next report.