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driving into bolivia


The day after we got back from Titicaca, we set out on a bus to La Paz! I'd been pretty nervous about the border crossing, as there is a wealth of (mis)information floating about on the internet about the American visa needed to enter the country, but it turned out getting the stamp was probably the most straightforward part of our journey.  From Puno, we piled into a slightly rickety bus packed with tourists, and drove about two hours to the border, where we hopped off, stamped ourselves out of Peru in two different offices, than walked into Bolivia (photo above courtesy of Iain) and got ourselves stamped into Bolivia. For me and all others from the States, this meant filling out a two minute form, handing over $135 in crisp American bills (they are not kidding about this one), a passport photo and a photocopy of my passport (and, despite rumors floating about the internet about proof of onward travel or yellow fever vaccines - absolutely nothing else. It was very easy, though less easy for the poor Hong Kong guy who'd been traveling with us, and who got knocked back all the way to Puno to get a proper Hong Kong visa sorted.) 


From the border, we drove a few more minutes onward into beachy, lakeside Copacabana, where we had just enough time to snap a few photos and order a plate of greasy, bland french fries. Our bus had stalled and slid backwards a bit when we went up a hill into town, so we were a bit relieved to be transferring buses after lunch, at least until we saw our new bus, which was ricketier. 


After about another hour, our bus stopped and we were all herded off "to buy tickets" - something that didn't make much sense until we saw that we were at a ferry port. The bus was pushed onto a giant raft, while we all piled into a smaller motorboat, narrowly beating our bus across the lake. 


After a few more hours, our bus trundled over one, and then another low barrier of rocks lying in the middle of the road,  the driver stopped, jumped off, and returned saying that the road was blocked and that we'd be taking an hour detour. We were some of the only tourists on the bus at this point, so I know we missed a lot of information, but we later managed to glean it was one of Bolivia's many protests blockading off the road. In any case, we turned around, spent about half an hour getting more petrol, and then proceeded to drive for about two hours over totally unpaved roads, which kicked up enough dust at times to cloud up our entire window, but which yielded some pretty gorgeous scenery. 


Also at one point the drift shaft (or something?) broke, but the driver sorted it out. The rest of us stood around and gawked, and watched a dog that looked unnervingly like a sheep chase a rabbit through the dust and rocks (I took this opportunity to practice my Spanish and eavesdrop on other passengers, so I know I'm not the only one who thought this!)


In the end, we pulled into La Paz at about 6:30 in the evening, just in time to see the sun starting to set over the city as we descended into it. So that was our first day in Bolivia! La Paz at night felt a world away from the sleepy streets of Puno or the whitewashed buildings of Cusco, and I always get a huge rush when I set foot in a new place for the first time, so it turned out to be a pretty good, if a bit more eventful than anticipated day. 

taquile island


I don't have as many photos of the second non-floating island we visited, in part because I didn't really like it as much. Taquile is a bit lusher than Amantani, and quite possibly objectively prettier, but by the time we got there, I was a bit burned out on being on a tour and bracing myself for a island even more touristy than Amantani. 


Weirdly, we saw almost no people there who were not tourists, so I'm sure other people visiting on other days had a completely different experience than we did, but the whole thing had slightly ghost-townish feeling to it. 


After hiking across the island, stopping for lunch and listening to a pretty long description of what the different men's hats on the island symbolized (okay, I did like this part; life would be so much easier at home if people had hats to signify whether they were single and looking, or married), we hopped back onto our boat for the three hour ride back to Puno. 

amantani island


After the Uros Islands, our boat (named Royal Caribbean, by the way) chugged three more hours over increasingly choppy waters to the comparatively bleak island of Amantani, where we waited awkwardly in front of a gathering crowd of local families, and our guide called our names one by one, matching us up with our hosts. There aren't any hostels on the island, so guests instead have little choice but to do a homestay with a local family who has a room especially set aside for tourists. 


Fortunately, our family (Javier and Mathilde, above) turned out to be quite friendly. Other than buying some of their handknit hats and making small talk with them and their four year old (camera shy) son Lieber, there wasn't much else to do on Amantani except hike up the two local hills, Pachapapa and Pachamama. 


The walk up Pachapapa is flanked by more women and girls selling more bracelets and hats. Leslie and Nilda, above, sold me a keychain that looked like a cross between a sad raindrop and a ghost, and later followed us down the mountain in the dark, giggling, asking for our names, for English translations of Spanish words, and then abruptly demanded a sol in exchange for their names, which of course they'd already told us. I tried to ask for a sol in exchange for my name back, but apparently my name doesn't command a particularly high price out there. In any case, we parted on friendly enough terms, but it was still a bit awkward. Though I wouldn't put it past my terrible Spanish to find out that we'd actually been talking about something else entirely different, so who knows. 


Also on top of Pachapapa, we met a really friendly dog, and he and Iain had a moment.

On Pachapapa, you're supposed to walk four times around the mountain and either make one or four wishes (sources were unclear, and we missed the guide's speech because I'd gone slowly up the mountain buying keychain ghosts); only we screwed it up and walked around clockwise one time and counter clockwise three more, because everyone else seemed to be doing it that way, and apparently we're lemmings, or sheep, or cuy, or whatever animals live on Amantani. So hopefully our wishes (either both of them or eight of them) come true. 


After the hike up Pachapapa, we headed over to Pachamama, which was not only curiously free of bracelet sellers, but which had the most amazing panoramic sunset views I think I've ever seen in my entire life. It was awesome. Also freezing, but totally worth it.


We hiked back in the dark, accompanied by Leslie and Nilda, and were eventually collected by Javier and taken home to a pretty satisfying candelit dinner consisting of a lot of potatoes. Afterwards, there was the option to put on some traditional clothes and go to a dance party, but we deferred - something about the pitch black of the (mostly) electricity-less island made us both tired enough to fall asleep by eight o'clock.



I have about a thousand more photos of the sunset and the island in all it's bleak glory, but thought I'd spare you for now.  So that was Amantani! It doesn't look like we did much, in retrospect, but it was probably the high point of the tour for me. 

the floating islands


Our second day in Puno, we went on a two day tour of Lake Titicaca itself, which began with a stop at the floating, manmade Uros Islands


As your boat draws closer to the islands, the women all stand on the banks waving and calling out hello in Aymara - it's a very strange feeling, making the whole trip feel vaguely theme-park-ish. On the plus side, I now know how to say hello in Aymara. 



above: check out the solar panel behind the guy! 

Once on the island, we were given a presentation on how the islands were made using a miniature island with all the materials, complete with little tiny reed houses and - even better - tiny dolls wearing the same hat as the islander showing us how they built everything. We kept waiting for tiny dolls of tourists and a tour guide, but they never showed up. 


above: Olga, who sold me a miniature straw boat. 

Afterwards, we were given time to poke around the island and look inside the houses, which felt even stranger, since as far as I know the people showing us around actually lived there. We didn't poke around too much (though I did buy a miniature straw boat from one of the ladies, above) but it was cool just walking around on the reeds -your feet sink unnervingly deep into them with each step, so it takes some getting used to. 






Touristy as the experience was (and I'm okay with that - I'd rather show up in a place expecting tourists than go bug some people who weren't), the manmade islands were definitely unlike anything I'd ever seen. 

sillustani


Our first stop after leaving Ollanta was Puno; the first day, still bleary after our night bus dropped us off at five in the morning, we went to the nearby pre-Incan tombs at Sillustani, which overlook Lake Titicaca. 


The ruins below are what (I think?) the ruins above look like on the inside. Also, apparently they're all giant phallic symbols. 



As we were leaving, I stopped to take a picture of this ... alpaca? Llama? (I'm a little shaky on my camelids) and this little girl ran over, stared at me for a minute, then started picking her nose. 



goodbye Ollanta!


Last Tuesday, we bid farewell to Ollanta and set out for what's going to be a somewhat whirlwind journey through Peru, Bolivia and Chile. While the trip so far has been awesome and I'm really excited for the next two weeks, it was definitely sad to say goodbye to the place that had been home for the last two months. 


For our first month in Ollanta, home was a homestay with Yoni, Alcides and Pierro. Their house was actually still being built when we lived there, but our room was quite nice, and the temporary kitchen turned out to be pretty cozy (and Yoni is an awesome cook!). I'd been really worried about living in a homestay, but it turned out to be a really nice experience with a really warm, kind family who we adored. We managed to fumblingly communicate despite our horrible Spanish (I think mostly thanks to Yoni, who is really patient and good at sifting out meaning from broken, baby Spanish) and had a great time goofing around with the awesome seven year old Pierro, who gave me a stack of his pogs on my last day "to play with in America." 


Pierro looks way happy for a kid who hates the taste of Pisco Sour foam.

I'm really glad we lived in the homestay for the month that we did (it was too expensive to stay longer), and would definitely recommend it. Particularly if you end up with Yoni's family, because they're awesome.


From the homestay, we moved into the Awamaki volunteer house, which, with five other people and seven puppies, was at full capacity and then some. It was a bit like being in a college dorm again, albeit with way more dogshit on the floor, but we lived with some really nice people, and it was much more affordable than the homestay (and I eventually did find away to avoid getting electric shocks from the shower, so, good times all around). 


As for volunteering, I'm really happy we did it - I got to take thousands of photos I'd never otherwise have gotten the chance to take, in tiny mountain communities I'd have never otherwise seen, and I think at least some of them are going to be used on the website or for promotional materials, which is hugely exciting; Iain had a great time hiking and helping out with the health projects. There were a few weird bits about it, but it was a positive experience overall, and one that we'll always remember fondly - we were always happy to be living in Ollanta, in our small, pretty town in the mountains. So, goodbye for now Ollanta! More to come from further down the road... 

cloud forest natural dye workshop


A few (okay, a great many) photos from a four day excursion into the cloud forest two weeks ago, to learn how to use natural dyes with Awamaki's master weaver Daniel Sonquo and his lovely family. 


We left Ollanta at 4 AM and caught a fruit truck in nearby Calca - minus the fruit, fortunately, but plus about twenty people, a box of baby chickens, and some furniture.


Parobamba itself is a small town with amazing views. Our first day there, we went for a hike down to Daniel's family chakra (farmland), collected some dye supplies and met his bees: 



... and hung out with his awesome sons, Acknar (8) and Nilson (12). These guys definitely vied with our host brother Pierro for awesomest kids in Peru. 


Once the supplies were collected, we went back to the Sonquo's home and spent the next 48 hours boiling vats of yarn with cochineal, leaves, other leaves, tree bark and fungus:



... with help from (or at least the company of) Nilson and Acknar, of course... 







Daniel's wife Leonarda still managed to get quite a lot of weaving in as well. Their collaborative works are some of the most beautiful things sold in the Awakami store, and we were able to buy a few things from them directly, which was exciting (actually, I was even able to commission a gorgeous, half-woven piece with the tools still in it - hard to describe but so, so pretty) 



By the time we were done, we had a staggering array of colors in an even more staggering amount of three kilos of yarn per person, which, even for me, is quite a lot of yarn. Fortunately, I was able to find a home for most of it back in Ollantaytambo - the rest is sitting next to me in a flour sack here in our hotel in Cusco, waiting to be taken to the post office, because there is no way I can carry it all with me throughout South America! 



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