Monday, June 29, 2009

Some shots of the Fiesta!

We aren't terribly good at taking pictures--especially of people. Having a camera out when there are crowds of people makes us look like lame tourists (as opposed to the awesome tourists we know we are in our hearts), and, as Jen says, alters your whole experience of an event; instead of just enjoying yourself, you're constantly looking for or planning shots.

We also have trouble taking photos of individual people. We don't want to take (let alone post to the internet!) pictures of people without asking their permission. But it can be complicated to ask permission (particularly when you're a tourist; the question of money always seems to be in the air which can make it difficult to have normal interactions). Also, once you've asked permission, now they're posing when what you really wanted to do was catch them as you saw them originally.

What thoughts do all you photographers out there have about these dilemmas?

Anyway, here are some of the few photos we took during the festival last week.

Some views around Cusco

Our apologies for the gap in posting--we've been waiting several days for the internet in our new house to be properly installed. In the meantime we've developed a very pleasant daily routine, but more on that later. By popular demand we'll post a few of our Cusco photos.

This is the main courtyard of the hostel we spent our first 3 days at (paying 30 soles, or about $10 a night for a room). It's located about 2 blocks from the Plaza de Armas, the main tourist center of Cusco.



This view of the street the hostel is located on is typical of the smaller streets around the Plaza de Armas. The cobbled streets are narrow (this one is wider than usual) with numerous raised or lowered doorways opening onto very narrow sidewalks.

The combination of adobe above stone walls and brown shingled roofs are also ubiquitous.

This next shot is one of the streets heading uphill from the Plaza de Armas, leading eventually to a long stairway and short trail to a vista over the entire city of Cusco. The spot, known as the Cristo Blanco (or White Christ) has a large statue of Jesus that overlooks the city. Part of Jen and my daily routine is to hike from our new house, past the Plaza de Armas, up the narrow winding streets on the hill, to the Cristo Blanco (which takes around 40 minutes).

This picture was taken on a Sunday afternoon, so there's no one in the street, but at other times the percarious sidewalks are shared by tourists en route, Peruvian crafts people sitting on patterned woven cloth selling all mannor of crafts, a wide variety of local dogs that constantly roam the city, as well as locals and children going about their daily business.

This is a view of the Plaza de Armas from the vista at the Cristo Blanco. It's actually a small piece of a 7-photo-wide panarama I made which will hopefully be available for download later in some form. To the right is a shot from the Plaza de Armas looking up at the Cristo Blanco which is faintly visible atop the hill.















To the left: A shot in the other direction from the Plaza de Armas. Above right: The yard of an elementary school midway up the hill to the Christo Blanco.















Finally, on the left is Jen about to head up one of the many alleys that connect the streets above the Plaza de Armas. To the right is a shot up the hill from our favorite cafe, in which I am currently sitting!

More on our daily goings-on here, as well as more pictures to come!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

La Fiesta de Cusco

Our current hostel is a few blocks away from the Plaza de Armas, a giant plaza in the center of Cusco's historic/tourist district. In our couple of days' experience in Cusco, the Plaza is home to an apparently permanent collection of locals circling the square on foot, selling woolen hats, watercolor paintings of llamas, and intricately carved gourds, among other souvenirs, as well as an ever-changing cast of tourists who make up their customer base. Additionally, we've seen several marches and parades, usually with an announcer on a loudspeaker offering a running commentary in the kind of overly-emphatic announcer voice familiar from monster truck commercials or Nuevo Mundo futbol programs. I listened hard for a few minutes and heard a few sentences about "our beautiful, historic Cusco", and then decided I could safely reserve my powers of concentration for something more interesting.

This morning, after a quick breakfast in our hostel kitchen, we strolled over to the Plaza to see if anything special was going on today, and indeed, encountered more parading and announcing. It didn't seem any different from the previous few days' parades, so we left after a few minutes and tended to some business. Yesterday, we picked up a classified ads pamphlet called "La Rueda de Negocios", recommended by the tourist office as a good place to look for rooms for rent. This morning, we called our first choice listing, got an appointment to visit, and after visiting and discussing details we've now secured a room in a family house, with internet and private bath, for the next 3 weeks. We're looking forward to moving our clothes out of our packs and into a dresser, and being able to spend some half-days playing poker and programming from the comfort of our new home.

In between our phone call and our viewing appointment, we had a little over an hour, which we decided would do well for lunch. We set out to return to an Indian restaurant that we'd seen a bit off the Plaza yesterday, advertising a full array of our favorite vegetarian curries at a good price. On our way, we found that the Plaza de Armas was now totally inundated by paraders and viewers, and that we had to manuever a bit carefully to get across the Plaza and back to the restaurant without stepping on anyone's toes, getting stepped on ourselves, or getting separated. We made it, though, and enjoyed a fantastic lunch on a balcony overlooking the parade as it worked its way up Avenida El Sol towards the Plaza. The parade consisted of groups of dancers and of musicians, all with unique costumes for each group (mostly based on the colorful woven patterns familiar from pictures of Andean people). Many of the dance groups were marching behind signs for all kinds of organizations -- Andean farming collectives, the Cusco hospital, the National Organization of Journalists, a language school in Cusco (with lots of foreigners dancing). There was a seemingly endless stream of these troupes, and it was great fun watching them all from the restaurant's balcony.

The restaurant's friendly, English-speaking owner let us know that times were tough for her restaurant, and that she hoped we could spread the word if we liked it. So: next time you're in Cusco, in the first block of Avenida El Sol, on the right as you walk away from the Plaza, you'll find a galeria (a sort of mini-mall) with a wooden signboard. The Indian restaurant is there, on the second floor, and it's delicious and welcoming!

This afternoon we were ready to test out our high-altitude athletic abilities, and so we went on a walk up out of the city center past Sacsayhuaman (an Incan fortress or ceremonial spot whose 3 fortifying walls still stand), and "El Cristo Blanco" (a large statue of Jesus, whose illuminated figure is easily visible from the city center at night). The walk uphill was a little tough for both of us, but not too bad -- we're looking forward to doing that walk every day in an effort to toughen ourselves up for the longer hikes we're hoping to take later. From the top of the hills, we had a fantastic view of the center of Cusco, and could see (and hear!) parades still happening in the Plaza de Armas.

After we descended from the hill (at about 5:00p, an hour or so before sunset), we found that the parade had turned into an all-our street party. The costumed troupes who'd finished their turn parading were now enjoying themselves dancing to the musicians' music in the streets, drinking beer being sold by the glass by various individuals with handcarts full of beer crates, and eating hamburgers, grilled meats, french fries, and other street foods being sold from street stands, card tables, and other improvised stalls. We spent the next few hours winding our way around the very crowded streets surrounding the Plaza, enjoying the music and happy atmosphere, and trying out some of the food on offer. We had "Sandwish Vegeteriano" from the hamburger stand, which turned out to be a delicious concoction of grilled lettuce, onions, and tomatoes, grilled salty local cheese, and ketchup, mustard, and mayo, on a hamburger bun. We also had a plate of rice with french fries, a fried egg, and fresh tomato salsa. Then we approached a lady selling some steaming, pale beverage out of a giant pot -- she was one of many popular stands in this business. We asked her what it was, and learned that it was a juice or refreshment made of "aba", which is apparently a local cousin of corn. We enjoyed our first few sips, and then accepted her advice that we let her add some "whiskey" made of sugar cane (a hot pink liquor that she kept in a reused water bottle). I monitored her closely to make sure we only got a tiny dash of that unknown liquor, and indeed, the little splash rounded out the taste of the sweet corn drink and made it much tastier. After finishing our drink, and a little more strolling, we headed back to our hostel, tired and happy.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Cruz del Sur

Reading other blogs about travel in Peru, there seemed to be two main ways to get from Lima to Cusco, both scary. First, you can take a small plane directly over the Andes. The cheapest native airline isn´t recommended for Americans (by the US government) since it lacks several safety measures and doesn´t carry adequate insurance. We read the account of an adventurous traveller who reported that the seats are folding metal chairs bolted to the cabin deck. Even the safe airlines are universally described as quite turbulent, however.



The second way to get to Cusco is by bus. Once again, there are very cheap buses of questionable safety, but two companies that everyone recommends as very reliable. We´d read conflicting reports about the buses. Some people seemed worried that it was common for them to crash. Others thought that robberies were common. Other accounts said they´re totally fine and nothing whatsoever to be worried about.



For $50 apiece we booked with the bus company Cruz del Sur for a 21-hour bus ride from about 5:30 pm to 2:30 the next day. Their pamphlet boasted the following safety measures:

-Two drivers who switch off every 4 hours

- Real-time 24-hour GPS monitoring of all buses. Any unscheduled stops or route changes are reported directly to local police.

- Id verification of all passengers, plus videos of each passenger taking their seat before departing, and leaving the bus upon arrival.



Some of this seemed to be more security theater than actual security, but we particularly liked the point about having two drivers. After having seen the roads, I am now quite sure that was a good idea.



The amenities of their buses included:

- Two meals (with a vegetarian option!)

- Seats that recline 160-degrees

- Two bathrooms

- (too many) movies

- BINGO, with the prize of winning a return ticket (sadly, we did not win, though it was fun to play)



Our overall asesment was: Cruz del Sur is nothing to worry about, unless your concern is being confined to a bus on a very windy road for 21 hours, in which case your concerns are thoroughly justified.



Since we left at about dusk, there was nothing to see out the windows, so we watched their amusing tourist videos about Cusco. My favorite part was the chef of an upscale restaurant explaining his signature dish, which looked like a small circular fort of sculpted mashed potato in the middle a large white plate liberally sprinkled with red and green shreds of something. Or, as he put it, ¨I call the dish, Papas Cusquenos. The two chili peppers represent the flames of hell......it also has mashed potatoes, butter, and paprika!¨. To be honest, most of the tourist advertisments horrified me and made me think I might have to turn around and go back to Lima.



We spent a fitful night being woken up by people going to and from the bathroom adjascent to our seats. Jen was also feeling a little sick in various ways and was pretty unhappy with the whole situation. The bus felt as if it were going a steady 20 mph or so. Out my window was only black night. On the other side of the bus I could see the pale base of a rough rock wall climbing past the reach of the buses lights.



By morning, our road was revealed to be wide enough for about 1.5 cars; hill on one side, precipice on the other. It really was an indescribable site--unphotographable as well, as it turned out. Though there were trucks and buses going in both directions, passing each other in ways I couldn´t fathom, all the drivers seemed to know what they were about, and we didn´t ever seem to be careening round corners or teetering over edges. It all felt very safe and controlled.

The most amazing part to me was seeing the small villages and farmsteads high up on the slopes of the Andes. It was quite common for us to pass a small flock of sheep or a few loose pigs on the side of the road. I also enjoyed seeing a community with no more than 10 buildings, all clustered around a barren-looking soccer field where the whole population had come to watch the children play a game.

Our arrival in Cusco was uneventful. We quickly found a taxi to our hotel, and booked a somewhat more modest room than our Lima accomodations, but quite clean and sufficient for our needs. We´re excited to have access to a small kitchen, so our next post will likely detail our adventures in the market buying vegetables for dinner!

Friday, June 19, 2009

Un poco Miraflores, un poco Chinatown

This morning we ventured to Miraflores, an affluent suburb of Lima, where most of the tourists stay, and where there are more and fancier restaurants and shops. We started by going to the street corner indicated in the guidebook as the place to catch a colectivo (bus), where we'd already been yesterday. Sure enough, they were there again today -- about every third vehicle at that intersection was some form of minibus, van, or giant touristic bus, most of which appeared to have been made in the 70s, and each of which had a few place names we didn't recognize painted on the side. The business going in and out of the buses was very quick; each bus has a manager who rushes new passengers in and old ones out whenever the bus is at least close to stopped. We conferred a little bit about which direction we thought we wanted to go, and assured ourselves that we could quickly ask "A Miraflores?" to make sure we went where we wanted to. After we had worked up enough courage, we approached one bus, where we were quickly ushered aboard with lots of nodding and "Si! Si!" in response to our attempts to confirm "Miraflores" and to confirm the price (1 sol, about 33 cents). Once aboard, we learned that the guidebook wasn't exaggerating much. David saw our bus pass within 12 inches of other vehicles at least four times, and we always seemed on the verge of running into cars or pedestrians.

It worked out great, though -- we made it to Miraflores, and managed to get off only a little beyond the optimal stop. In our afternoon of exploring there, we enjoyed a great lunch, and a coffee that (to our surprise) cost almost as much as the lunch (about $2.50). We also bought a novel for me for tomorrow's bus ride: El hablador, by Mario Vargas Llosa, en espanol. I'm excited to learn more about Vargas Llosa, who is one of the most famous South American authors, and who was nearly elected president of Peru in 1990, coming in first in the general election but losing in a runoff to Alberto Fujimori.

This evening we had one of our best adventures so far -- a trip to Lima's Chinatown. After almost giving up hope on finding it, we started to see a couple of "restaurantes Chifas" (Chinese), and soon came to a block where all the storefronts on one side were Chinese restaurants. After enjoying a tasty dinner in one of them, we continued further along the street and found ourselves in an incredibly active, bustling street, with shops and stalls of all sorts. It was about 7pm at this point, about an hour after sunset, and we felt like we had found the real place to be in Lima -- families, couples, and bunches of friends of all ages were browsing in the shops and walking down the street. The party zone was very big, too -- we estimated it was about 16 square blocks, or maybe more, and many of the stalls were in buildings that had 2 or 3 stories full of rows of stalls with lots of activity. Mixed in with the Chinese restaurants were a handful of Peruvian snack, dinner, and pastry shops. We're interested in finding a hotel nearer to Chinatown for our next stay in Lima.

Speaking of which, this is our last night in Lima for now. We'll be heading out on a 21-hour bus ride to Cusco tomorrow (it seemed like a fun adventure, and cost about 1/3 as much as the 1.5-hour plane ticket would've). We changed our plan to allow us to take a train ride from Lima to Huancayo later -- the train only runs about once every 2 weeks, returning a few days later. In our next update, we'll let you know whether the buses truly "remain in the category of adventure travel" (andeanexplorer.com), or whether they're actually safe and comfortable (Peruvian blog post).

Arrival in Lima

Our flight had a 4-hour (not 12-hour as we had thought) stop-over in Mexico City. Mexico City is huge. From the plane we saw thousands of red clay roof tops that extended in all directions as far as we could see. Aside from the interior of their fabulous airport, however, that was all we were able to see of Mexico City. Right before the entrance to the jetway for our plane to Lima, all the passengers were lightly frisked and briefly questioned by a police officer of some kind (there seemed to be several kinds at the airport). Once we were in our seats I proudly reported to Jen how well I handled his questions about how much money I was carrying, and what my profession was (I had said “a professor of secondary school” in Spanish). Jen said they only asked her what her purpose for traveling was, which made me a little suspicious that that's what they'd asked me also. Whatever it was they asked and whatever I said, they'd already let me on.

We landed in Lime a little ahead of schedule (about 11:45pm) and quickly got through customs. There was a huge crowd waiting past the customs gate, but our name was not among those listed in the numerous signs. We thought that since we had been a little early, maybe our pre-arranged taxi service from the hotel hadn't arrived yet. We ended up waiting until about 12:30, periodically walking around calling out “Hotel Espana? Algien de Hotel Espana?” to no avail. There was also a small group of suited taxi service representatives who would descend on us about every 5 minutes to ask knowingly if we wanted a taxi. I thought one of them in particular looked rather smug. Jen finally figured out how to use the public phone to call the hotel and was very proud to have successfully communicated our needs to them entirely in Spanish. Apparently the taxi driver had been there somewhere, and the hotel called his cell-phone and directed him to meet us near the public phones.

Jen chatted excitedly with him in Spanish (I had a terrible headache and was pretty tired) while he directed us to one of the most broken-down cars I've ever ridden in. It was awesome. We motored through an industrial zone, and down a number of narrow streets lined with tall buildings in various states of disrepair. Their ground-floor entrances were all completely sealed with corregated metal covers giving a barren and forbidding effect. This, combined with the fact that visibly armed men were often to be seen standing on street corners wasn't terribly reassuring.

Quite suddenly we emerged into a grand, well-lit square with a large and ornate building we were told was the president's house. Our driver also informed us (in Spanish the whole time) that the armed men were state police, and the surrounding area was very safe because it was so well patrolled. Our hotel appeared about 5 blocks from the president's house.

The hotel is a spectacle of dilapidated magnificence. The hallways are lined with framed oil paintings. It has brightly patterened tile floors, with a lot of ornate woodwork and smartly painted metal railings. Everywhere you look there are numerous statues of all sizes on pedestals. Yet everything is slightly irregular and haphazardly placed. The stairs aren't quite even, and the paintings are all hung at slightly different heights. The sheer number of statues that appear crammed into every corner give common areas something of the appearance of an art dealer's back room. We love it.

Another pleasant feature of the hotel is its vertical construction. Though the hotel is relatively narrow, there are four stories of rooms, which gives us the feeling of navigating an ornately decorated maze. Our path is constantly winding and beautiful things past their prime bare down on us from all sides. The 3rd story of the hotel is actually the roof, which they've converted into a small rooftop garden restaurant, complete with chirping birds, a lazy cat, well-behaved dog, and several indifferent turtles (though we have seen a few people feed them lettuce). We were surprised to discover that the wide spiral staircase which runs from the ground floor to the roof is exposed to the sky, with only a sort of carport awning to prevent rain from falling directly into the common-room 3 stories below.

We didn't find any of this out until the next morning, however. After we arrived, we unpacked our things and finally got to bed around 2am. At 10:45 the next morning, we were the last customers to arrive for breakfast in the rooftop garden restaurant. The owner of the hotel was finishing his breakfast and warmly greeted us, calling “jóvenes!”--young people!--and inviting us to sit and eat. Later, as we were finishing our own meal, he introduced the dog, whose name is “Luquesa”, telling us that she is a lady, a very noble dog, like royalty. As if on queue, the nobel Luquesa waggingly urinated in the corner of the patio, causing our host to affect dismay and pretend to chase the dog who clearly enjoyed the game.

Most of our first day was spent wandering around central Lima, getting our bearings and attending to a few errands. A few distinctive things we noticed: Many of the shops, and most of the restaurants have open fronts with many street vendors on the sidewalks outside. Twice today we've ordered something inside, only to watch the shop's proprietor run outside and do a quick business transaction with someone on the sidewalk or a neighboring shop—once to make change, and another time to buy a bottle of water we ordered with dinner. The streets are narrow for the most part and arranged in a grid, with some exclusively pedestrian walkways.

We began to notice that the stores are arranged in districts, sort-of. Jen was curious that we hadn't seen any bookstores, and then we stumbled on a street lined with only bookstores of all sizes and kinds. In a different area I saw a shop that looked like it might sell beads, and as we walked, the next 6 shops on both sides of the street were also exclusively bead shops. Further on we found what must have been the money changing street. Many of the small store-fronts were banks, but most of the money changing seemed to be happening between individuals on the sidewalks holding 6-10 inch stacks of cash (dollars, euros, soles) openly in their hands. It was without a doubt the most exposed cash I have ever seen. Jen said that's only because I didn't go to Las Vegas with her.

So far all of our business has been conducted entirely in Spanish. I understand virtually all of what's been said, but Jen does most of the talking. I occasionally chip in a question or clarification. I think that I could probably get by with the Spanish I have, but with a lot more confusion and a perhaps greater failure rate. After Jen kept up a 15 minute conversation with our Taxi driver where she did most of the talking, he asked her where she had learned to speak Spanish. Later she said to me that she had felt very complimented by the question, and I was and am duly impressed. Though we are able to communicate ourselves, we know our Spanish is probably quite idiosyncratic. The only indication of this, however, (besides the fact that we sometimes have to repeat ourselves using different words) was that our young waiter at dinner seemed only barely to be containing his merriment at what we could only presume was our Spanish. We considered putting on a show of carefully studying our Spanish-English dictionary, and announcing “Our hovercraft is full of eels!” Maybe at tomorrow's dinner.

Tomorrow we'll adventure further out into the city to find the headquarters of the South American Explorer's club. We'll probably take a “combi colectivo” which are they very small, very crowded buses we see everywhere. Our guidebook describes them this way:

“Quickest of all Lima trasport, combi colectivos race from one street corner to another. Colectivos dash dangerously fast (frequently crashing), and speed off before their passengers have got both feet into the vehicle, and might be anything from a ramshackle Doge Coronet to a plush fifteen-seat minibus; wave one down from the corner of any major street and pay the flat fare (around 20 cents).”

We will be posting a few videos and photos of our first day, soon!



Thursday, June 18, 2009

Touchdown: Lima

Despite some nervousness about getting everything done on time, we have successfully moved out of our Fremont apartment, and into a combination of storage and our backpacks. After a long day of travelling yesterday, we made it in one piece (or, really, 2-6 pieces depending on how you´re counting) to our hotel in Lima. This afternoon we´re doing some shopping and errands here. We´ll be here for another 1-2 nights before moving onto someplace a little less giant and frenzied.

We´re having a great time communicating in Spanish, and have been taking pictures which we´ll post sometime later.

Buenos tardes a todos!

Friday, June 12, 2009

Planning Update Part 2: Takeoff!

Here's our itinerary and plan. We would love to meet anyone (old friends or new) in any of the places we'll be. If you'd like to get in on that, just send us an email! There's a free coffee/tea/ice cream waiting for anyone who takes us up on it and makes a date with us (including you, total strangers!).

Jun 17 leave for Peru
(in Peru)
Aug 3 arrive San Francisco
Aug 5 leave for SE Asia
(in SE Asia)
Dec 12 arrive Sydney
(in Australia)
Jan 12 arrive Auckland
(in New Zealand)
Feb 12 arrive San Francisco
(in US**)
??? ?? depart for Europe

* SE Asia includes visiting Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand, Cambodia, Laos and Vietnam in roughly that order but on a to-be-determined schedule
** We haven't yet booked our flight to Europe, and are planning to hang around California for a non-negligible period before leaving again.


All of our plans are documented in this calendar, which we will endeavor to keep up to date with more specific plans as we go.