Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Carnival - Ollantaytambo

Saturday, Feb. 18, Ollantaytambo.  It was the kick off of Lent and the Easter holidays.  I didn´t think it was happening until next weekend, but the horns, drums, and water balloons proved me wrong.
Bright colors, dancing, drinking, and a tug-of-war across the bridge in the center of town were the central focus of the festivities.  
Word of advice: never try to travel the weekend of Carnival - you won´t bode well, as we found out the next day when we tried to leave Urubamba.
To make matters worse, my camera is on its final leg, and barely made it through this surprise festival.

The original photos I had posted were awful - like I said already, I don´t have any photo editing or photo filing software with me, so I´m selecting original files based on how they look on the back of my camera and how they appear once posted.  I didn´t realize that half of these were out of focus, and I´m embarassed to have left them up so long. So here´s my second try!







    














Machu Picchu

If you come to Peru, you have to go.  Even though we live just on the other side of the mountains, it´s a 4 hour journey in comvy (local bus), taxi, and on foot (including a 2 hour hike along the train tracks into Aguas Calientes).
Things to note:
- the importance of water for the Incas - they had an elaborate system of canals and ditches bringing water from the mountain glaciers down and through the city.
- Even though there is a "princess room", there was no princess.  Sorry Disney lovers.
- Hiram Bingham wasn´t the first to discover the city, he just received credit for it.
- The walls were at one point covered with plaster and natural paints
- It was built by slaves.  The city is actually built on two mountains.  The tops were cut off of both mountains, and the rock from this was used to fill in the space between the mountains, creating a flat surface upon which the city was built.
- Each slave had his own personal style of laying the stones for each building - this can still be seen today.


This one needs to be lightened a bit, but this is the city at daybreak.



Tourists along one of the terraces



The path along the terraces


This ain´t Appalachia...


View from above


La madrugada






Upon my return to society...

6 weeks in Peru have passed, and while my intention was to keep a blog detailing the happenings here, computers, electricity, and internet aren´t the most readily available goods in the jungle.  Mosquitoes, potatoes, and machetes, however, are plentiful. 
That being said, I could fill pages with stories about mountain adventures and digging coffee fields, but I will spare you, dear reader, the details that will probably only serve to confuse and bore you.  Instead, I will cover the main points and post photographs and leave your imagination to fill in the blanks.

For the past month and a half, I have been staying in Huyro (pronounced oí-roh), a town of about 3,000 people, on the edge of the jungle, at the base of the mountains, roughly 12-15 km away from Machu Picchu.  I´ve been living on an agricultural compound, in what used to be a stable (affectionately called the Establo), along with 5-6 other volunteers and a smattering of staff members.  The purpose of our work here is to study the Incas.  Manco Inca, the last Incan ruler at Machu Picchu fled from the Spanish conquistadors to find refuge in Vilcabamba - passing through Huyro and the valley surrounding it.  Our work takes place on two mountains - Quochapata and Incatambo, in addition to the known sections of the Inca trail running through the valley.  The ruins consist mainly of houses - those on Quochapata are thought to be part of an agricultural community, most of which were only occupied for a couple of months out of the year by farmers carrying coca leaves across the mountain to Machu Picchu.  The ruins on Incatambo are much closer together, and could have possibly been a village or small city, based on their locations along the mountain.  The Inca Trail running through the valley is the path that Manco Inca took during his flight, however, as he fled, he destroyed parts of the trail to throw off the Spaniards and make it more difficult for their horses and carriages to pass.  Furthermore, centuries of farmers removing the stones marking the trail, in addition to landslides and clumsy cattle, have resulted in its disintegration.  But there are points that we know of, and our work has been to assist local archaeologists in mapping, clearing, assisting in excavations, and finding ruins and parts of the trail. In addition to archaeology work, community building has been a focus of the project, and finding a hiking trail from Huyro to Machu Picchu is a potentially huge opportunity for the community.  A trail would mean another way into Machu Picchu, which would mean tourist dollars.  But if there´s one thing I´ve learned, it´s that there´s a fine line between the help that tourist dollars can bring to a community, and the cultural exploitation that comes along with it.  But who am I to judge?  And a conversation with an old lady on a long bus ride to Cusco gave me a little faith in the power of tourism.  Besides, who am I other than a tourist who likes to stay a little too long?

Personally, the work has been incredibly rewarding.  2 days a week, weather permitting, we´ve been going into the mountains, hiking to different ruins to carry out work, and slashing our way through the jungle with machetes.  Another day out of the week is dedicated to the Inca trail, and the other two days are dedicated to work around the establo and in the community.  We cleared a field and dug almost 600 holes in preparation to grow coffee plants, in addition to moving banana trees, painting a mural on the wall of the first library in Huyro (a bachelor´s degree in art doesn´t mean I can/should paint), and making educational boards to be used in local schools.

So here are some photos! 
Just to preface, I don´t have any photoediting software here, these are all original files.  Nor do I have software to go through and check each photo - these are the ones that looked the best through the little window on the back of my camera.  Needless to say, I miss my laptop terribly...


A look into the Sacred Valley.


Stopped by a landslide at the police control point in San Luis, I was looking for some food.  I found this guy.


 Two of the former mayors of Huyro - I love these portraits.


Llamas at Sacsayhuaman


Lady at Sacsayhuaman - 2 soles.