Sunday, October 7, 2007
Pictures, a thousand words and all that
http://picasaweb.google.com/shivmoulee/SouthAmHighlights
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Ending it all - on the Amazon
After a restful afternoon nap yesterday, we went piranha fishing (I watched while the others fished). The boat ride itself was wonderful – it was early evening and the air was cool. We swung onto the Rio Napo and then dove into a narrow waterway, the
We were surrounded by dense foliage and overhanging trees and it was all very atmospheric. Everybody caught at least one piranha (the bait was raw meat and of course, they couldn’t resist that, poor things). We also had a rather stereotypical German (he was a tour guide who was here to see the ‘facilities’) – who caught half-a-dozen and said “Gut!” I figured he wasn’t giving instructions on how to clean the fish…
On our return, I got talking to one of the 'schoolbook' volunteers – who’d been doing this for 7 years. She had also worked with Rotary International on their polio programme so we got talking for a while. Looks like the school supplies programme is not targeting just bored college students who want this on their CV but seems to have a fairly broad spectrum of age and occupation. The main organiser was this big guy who worked at the
After dinner, we went on another boatride through the dark tributaries of the
Woke up early this morning (so what’s new) and went for a walk up the canopy walkway.
It’s a narrow rope (dacron actually) walkway about 100-120 feet above the ground – above most of the trees. The walkway itself is quite long and connects 8 trees – with an average length of 75-100m between trees. Its nice to see the jungle below – but was surprised we didn’t see (or hear) many animals. No sloths, no macaws, no toucans. I suppose the Amazon is about anacondas, frogs and spiders rather than other fauna…
We did go for anot
her long boatride this afternoon (must say Iam getting addicted to them!). After navigating through dense overgrowth, we finally came onto a clearing which was basically a bright green bog. We spotted the hoatzin – locally known as the stink bird for obvious reasons. It’s a prehistoric bird – and its name is presumably the reason it hasn’t become extinct. The bogs around here are infested with anacondas and electric eels but we didn’t encounter any (much to the chagrin of the good German).
Then it was back to the lodge – ready for a mid-morning start tomorrow for the long ride back to
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Mosquitoes in Iquitos
Stepped out of I was splurging on the last leg – with an all expenses paid trip to a remote lodge 160km downstream on the Amazon. So I had a guide waiting to pick me up at the airport, drive me around town and then deposit me on the riverboat, Amazon Queen. We would have a leisurely saunter down the Amazon (some 40km) before transferring to a speedboat to zip through the next 120km in a couple of hours – my final destination being the ExplorNapo Lodge on the Rio Napo, a tributary of the Amazon.
Setting afoot on the Amazon Queen, I must admit a thrill at the prospect of actually steaming down the Amazon. Shridhar-style, that’s Ganga-check, Yangtze-check, Mae Khong-check, Amazon-check – that’s a number of the world’s great river systems covered…Of course, any notions of travelling into the unknown were dashed fairly quickly - most of my companions on the AQ seemed to be well-heeled middle-aged American tourists from places like
Iquitos is where the Amazon begins its journey and it’s already around 2km wide. I was amazed at the extent of gunk floating in it – tree trunks, water hyacinths, leaves. Although we did see the occasional lumber boats, pushing along a thousand logs, the riverbank didn’t give any indication of the widespread deforestation in these parts – it was just an unbroken stretch of green. There is the occasional village or mission (the missionaries were quite active here). We also passed Indiana – the largest mission in these parts (rather fitting given the origins of most of the mid-west American tourists!)
After a couple of hours, most of the tourists got off the AQ, leaving me with just one other fellow tourist – Gurmeet Pawar, a Brit Indian with a strong cockney accent. Americans and their stereotypical crassness – when they got off, one of them asked Gurmeet if he was going further. When he said yes, she then asked him if he was going back to his village!! Gurmeet’s best English accent came out – “I live in
The last hour of the journey was really nice – we continued along the Amazon for a bit and then turned left onto the Rio Napo, a tributary (only 1km broad!). We continued down the
Friday, April 20, 2007
LimaLazing
Also (on the recommendation of my hostal owner), went last-minute souvenir hunting in the ‘burbs and stumbled upon a Bajaj sales and service showroom! There certainly seem to be a number of ‘made-in-India’ products here in
Off to
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Of Prayers and Sacrifices



Then I wandered over to the Museo Santuarinos Andinos – an excellent museum that devotes itself to the child sacrifices found in the volcanoes around There’s not much in there; clothes, weapons, a map of the route the Inkas took, burial items etc. – but it all comes together really well (and is linked up with a 20min A/V intro we were shown first). The details and stories of the sacrifices are quite interesting and it was quite dramatic to see Sarita’s mummy (Sarita is not Indian – she was so named because she was found on Sara Sara). Juanita was not on display at the time – but I do remember seeing a documentary on her on National Geographic. BTW, this pic of Juanita is courtesy www.panorama-peru.com.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
El Condor Pasa


The drive to the condor viewing point, Cruz de Condor, was a mad rush as a convoy of minivans hurtled along the edge of the canyon, jostling to get there before the others. We reached Cruz de Condor at
Nothing much happened for an hour or so as a 100 pair of eyes anxiously kept vigil. It was pleasant though in the crisp morning air of the mountains and there were eagles, sparrows and some small fork-tailed birds gliding around. Seeing them really does make you realise birds were meant to fly – they almost seemed deliriously happy swooping and being lifted up high by the airstreams. And then, when people were dejectedly beginning to pack their cameras, a condor made an appearance – and it seemed almost like it was putting on a show for us! A bit on the Andean condor – it is the largest bird in the world with a wingspan of 3m.
It is so heavy that it cannot lift itself off the ground. So it often perches on ridges and crannies high up in the
The drive back to One of them was the famous Juanita – Ice Maiden, a 12 year old whose body was preserved by the inaccessible snows atop Ampato for 500 years until a nearby volcano erupted in 1995; its ash melting the snow away and exposing the bodies. Juanita is preserved in a museum down in
Monday, April 16, 2007
Puno to Arequipa - Bus kya!

5 hours and many pit stops later we crawled into
whitish stone that is found in these parts – and that too lends a pristine look to the place.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Taquile Sunset

First stop – the reed islands of Uros. The peaceful Uros went to live on the lake 1000 years ago after being pushed out by aggro Inkas and Aymaras. They built islands of reed; which is abundant in the shallows of the lake and lived isolated lives. Reeds are their livelihood (of course, there’s tourists now!) –they make islands, boats, watchtowers, houses out of them (reeds, not tourists). They even eat the fresh young shoots of the totora reeds.
The way they make their islands is quite interesting. First they find roots of reed clumps – these serve as ballast for the islands. They then strew reeds over this to form the ‘ground’ of the island. Of course, these need to be replenished fairly frequently. Its quite tricky walking on them – they’re springy and spongy! They then moor the island by way of anchors of stones tied with (guess what) reeds. They also use reed ropes through strategically placed holes in the island to assess depth of water (the equivalent of plumb lines); when to replenish the roots etc.
Each island houses between 5 and 15 families and there’s around 25 such islands. Each island also has a chief – he’s the one who showed us around. When there’s a fiesta or marriage, the islands cast off their moorings and come together to form one large island. Amazing to find them living these lives just 5km off Puno. They didn’t allow tourists in till 1995- when Fujimori offered them solar panels in exchange for letting a limited number of tourists visit them. That ‘limited’ number now translates to around 50 boats a day. Wonder how long they will survive (mea culpa too of course). We then left the Uros behind and headed 2 hours north into the
After mooring, we had a stiff 45 minute climb up to the top of Taquile and everyone was breathless (it wasn’t just me). Maybe the fact that we were at close to 4000m had something to do with it. The islanders of Taquile are famous for their weaving. In fact, the day we went, there were some Quechua ‘tourists’ from
The men weave their own caps – and caps are important in defining you in a society that has strict rules (“the only way to divorce here is to escape the island “ said our comedian guide). Headgear defines whether you are an elder, married, single. Even women have clothes that define their status – and even moods! For example, pompoms dangling on the left side mean “Don’t talk to me, I am not in the mood”. Its amazing how these islands, just a few km apart from each other, have their own sets of rituals, societies and even languages.
A heart-warming sight was the photo exhibition in the main square. One of those NGO groups had introduced the Taquile to photography – and they decided to use photography to catalogue their lives. And they also made some money converting some of them to postcards. They had a co-op store as well which had exquisite clothes, bags etc. I bought a finely woven scarf before the long trek down to the boat…
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Lago Titikaka - Puno's saving grace

Arrived at Puno at around
Marleny had transferred the goose to Giovanna (pronounced Yobana). She picked me up at the bus terminal, took me to the hotel, showed me a number of tour options and got me into my first (hopefully last) con of the trip. She charged me USD25 for a day trip on the lake that I later discovered cost half that amount. After giving her a blasting on the phone (she offered to come to the hotel and explain but curiously enough, never showed up after that!), I wandered around the central part of Puno. It is touristy but looked nice (compared to the rest of Puno that is). Early to bed for another early day tomorrow on the lake.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Machu ado about something
Green forests, the mountain tops wreathed in mists and a twisting muddy track that left AC far far below in a matter of minutes. I was right at the back of the bus; so naturally I didn’t dare look over my shoulder. My neighbour was a tour guide who informed me that the last Indian he had seen here was 2 years ago – the Doshi family from
Stumbled out of the bus into a crisp morning at the top – and bumped into Lourdes and a stringy Argentine youth (bf? would be bf??)...Also met a couple of other girls from my Sacred Valley tour (this is turning out to be a regular package tour!!). We then went in through the gate and there it was in front of us with Huayna Picchu looming in the background (that’s the SugarLoafy mountain in the picture postcards – and it means “
MP looked serene in the early morning light – there were a few people wandering around but there was a sense of solitude; of something mystical. The ruins themselves are probably quite small (500mX300m) but it’s the setting that makes it special – perched atop a 3000m high mountain and surrounded by other equally high mountains draped in a velvet green; a delicate mist hovering above the mountains and a powdery blue sky above.
The ticket was for the entire day but we had a guide for the first couple of hours. He seemed determinedly Quechua; even wearing colourful 'headman' headgear and a poncho. He was particularly severe on a bunch of Brit kids in our group; “don’t sit there – this is a sacred place”, “no smoking – see the back of your ticket”. Of course, they promptly DID see the back of their tickets and found no such line – but good naturedly cracked a few jokes amongst themselves. There was also this fat American who had got a James Brown doll and dressed him up like a Quechua and was busy photographing him everywhere – a la Amelie.
Walked around a lot – and Sir Jeffrey Hillpyg Smyth was a real boon (he’s my walking stick by the way!). By early afternoon, the clouds had descended and the mists rolled in; followed by a fine rain. It just added to the atmosphere (surprisingly, despite the large number of tourists, MP was able to absorb the lot – barring a couple of spots it didn’t feel crowded at all).
Back to AC in the afternoon – a rainy, bumpy slightly scary ride down in the mini-bus. The track is narrow, so we had to back up a few times to let uphill buses through (it was close to