Condors and Farewell to Peru

My last week in Peru was spent getting up to mischief with Akanksha in Arequipa, and meeting friends in Lima. Towards the end of my week in Arequipa, Akanksha and I took a tour to the Colca Canyon, to see the legendary Condors. We were lucky enough to see many soaring overhead, some even came quite close, quite a frightening experience given their massive size. 

On the way to the Colca Canyon, we saw lots of spectacular scenery, including local fauna such as Vicunas (from the camelid family with hugely valuable fur), Alpacas, and Llamas. As well as local people, who I suspect were dressed in their traditional garments for the sake of the tourists, who were probably expected to pay for photos of them.

Vicunas grazing.

Llamas (or alpacas?). With two odd ones out, sticking together.

The rocks were stacked in this way in much of the rocky desert leading to the Colca Canyon. I'm not sure who exactly do it, but these rock piles are said to be offerings to the volcanoes, that ring the area.

In Lima I met with friends on both of my two nights. One of them, Danny who is in photos from my first visit to Lima, took me to the Park of the Fountains, a park in Lima with fountains that dance to music, and in fact occaisionally show projections of dancers that appear to be moving in the water. 

The second 'family friend' was a contact met through strange strange connections and coincidences. Lovely Laura took me to a cute restuarant and impressively conversed, with her friend who also joined us, in English for the whole night. Hope to see you again soon Laura!

The flight home was a nightmare that I won't go into, suffice to say it involved one leg of a solid 21 hours in the same plane and a reroute via Tahiti. Stupid volcanic ash! I arrived in Sydney (not even in the right city after all this), to find that my luggage was not with me. And still is not... let's hope that my 6 weeks worth of browsing and shopping in quaint markets in remote places will be restored to me swiftly!

But, it is still great to be home, with a warm house, HOT shower, safe drinking water, cooking facilities... what luxury. The thing I'm disappointed to have to get used to again is... prices! Why is Australia so expensive? Anyway, it is good to be back, but I'm already planning my return to Peru......

GOODBYE PERU!


ALSO TO MY LUGGAGE: PLEASE COME HOME, MUMMY LOVES YOU!!

A boy with his llama, and my version, done last night when I found myself awake at 3am... which funnily enough also happened tonight!

Placenta Life and Serendipity

Today, after seeking advice from my spanish teacher, I headed to a Peluqueria, or hairdresser, in one of the trendier CBD-type parts of Arequipa. I explained my desire for blond highlights throughout my hair and was quoted 70 soles, about $25 AUD, and led to a free chair. I was cloaked in a black hairdresser's coat that, mysteriously (this was not the name of the salon), read 'Placenta Life', a slogan (or statement?) accompanied by a diagram of a DNA helix. Curious. Then, the hairdresser proceeded to wrap my head in gladwrap. She then hairdried my wrapped up head, and procured a long, rather pointy needle (like a knitting needle). The next step involved her pricking the plastic wrapping and pulling out small sections of hair with her needle. This was quite painful! The needle kept pricking my head! And yet when I pointed this out she merely smiled and said 'aha'. The rest of the process was familiar and speedy. When she took me to the basin to wash the colour, she explained suddenly in rapid spanish that for some complex reason, the price would now be 80 soles. Ofcourse. Despite the price hike, and the curious process, I'm extremely happy with the outcome (photos yet to come). Thankyou Placenta Life, for giving me life, and protecting my clothes....

These be strange lands... and yet here we are!

A second curious and astounding and marvellous experience. Proof that it is a small world. Wandering the streets with my new hair, I met... none other than..... AKANKSHA FROM MELBOURNE UNI! Yes, a beautiful friend with whom I had compared travel plans, finally accepting that we would not overlap in our travels... and yet..... sitting demurely at a cafe.... there she was!!! The next few hours were spent in English speaking bliss, with the promise of further adventures together in Arequipa! Yippeee!

Cusco - Arequipa and the Cuteness of Spanish in Peru

I'm now in Arequipa, south of Cusco and Lima with more agreeable weather. Although I can see a snow capped mountain out of my hotel room, it seems to be very warm in the day time, and moderately chilly at night (not excessively like Cusco). But Cusco has so much charm, especially at this time of year, where all the school children and other dance and performance groups are readying for the coming festivities... as such, wandering through the city the last couple of nights I saw lots of children dancing while their teachers played flutes. Fireworks also seemed to be quite popular (not sure why they had to let them off at 6am on Sunday morning though...)

Also I've been reflecting on the language and the different slangs and forms of speech in different areas. Though my ear isn't refined enough in spanish to detect differences in accents, I think Cusquenas speak in such a sweet way. English just doesn't have equivalents for a lot of their language. For instance, an affectionate term for women in Cusco is 'mami' or 'mamita'. For instance I would ask a taxi how much to the city and he would say for instance... '7 soles mami', or buy something in a store and the lady would say 'gracias mamita'. I have a feeling that they don't say that so much in Arequipa, though I've only been here a day. The other thing that I think most south americans do is make just about any word a diminuitive. I love it! For instance, I would ask a child to draw a cow.... a vaca... and they would say... not a vaca, a vacita!! (little cow) or they would describe what they had drawn, and no they hadn't drawn a dog or a house or a tree... it would be a perrito, a casita, an arbolito! English just does not compare, I mean it's just such a cutie way to talk. Even a person would not describe something as being simply 'close' (cerca) to here, instead it's 'cercita'. I just can't describe how much I love this aspect of the language. As well as that I've been having immense fun learning the slangs of Peru and Cusco. At the moment I'm a 'mocosa' (a snotty girl) because I have a cold. Also a little boy or girl is a mocoso or mocosa, and apparently you could insult a prospective boyfriend by saying the equivalent of 'go away mocoso'.

The locals seem to be hugely amused when I throw a slang out there. I took some photos to a shop to get developed the other day, photos which were to give to the children in them. I told the man that the photos were for 'los chibolitos', a local slang for kids. He cracked up and nudged his coworkers to exclaim over what this foreigner said. Probably it was all the more amusing because the rest of my spanish was tested drastically in trying to explain a fairly simple concept - that I wanted photos printed out. And yet somehow I knew this local slang. So when I returned for the photos he handed me the photos and then said, wait a moment I have something else for you, and after a few minutes he delivered a larger photo, a photo of myself with the chibolitos, and he gave me a wink and off I went with my little present.

So here in Arequipa I've got a week of spanish lessons with Juliana, who was also amused by my use of various slangs. For instance she had told me I couldn't really say 'el agua es mala' as this meant that 'water generally is bad'. But to correct myself I said well 'en cusco es agua es mala, franco' (in cusco the water really is bad). Which is true because apparently that's why so many tourists get sick there, and probably is why I also got sick there. But she was quite impressed by my use of 'franco', another slang (jerga). Ha ha!

Machu Picchu and Goodbyes at School

After a combined 4 nights in a clinic for tourists with a drip in my arm, I managed to recover enough to join the trekkers in our group at Ollantaytambo. From here, we took the ´Machu Picchu train´ to Aguas Calientes, the town at the base of the mountains that conceal the Lost City of the Incas. We rose early the next day to take a bus up to Machu Picchu, about a 15 minute trip. On the bus I spoke to a tour guide I was sitting next to, ´Guido´, whose name I found amusing on account of his profession. We arrived at Machu Picchu before sunrise. As you can see, we climbed to a great vantage point where we could appreciate the sun rising over the mountains to bathe this incredible place in light...



The mountain in this picture is ´Huanu Picchu´, or Young Mountain, in the Quechua, the language of the Incas. The mountain is the shape of a face, said to be the face of an Inca who is gazing at the sky. Machu Picchu means Old Mountain, and is the name of the mountain that was behind me when I took this photo.

Our tour guide took us around the city, explaining the process by which the Incas built this place, and some of the theories that try to explain the purpose of the city. The stones were painstakingly shaped by rubbing them against eachother or using sand, and hauled from quarries found in certain parts of the area. There are a few structures that are theorised to be temples to the sun.

 

The last few days have also involved saying goodbye to the children at the schools. One of the projects yet to be completed is a mural the wall of the smaller school. I helped the artist by starting off the tiger and the giraffe. As you can see they require a bit of work still, but generously the boss lady said I hadn´t done too bad a job.