This morning we had been told we were being picked up by Limos,
which sounds as far fetched as it eventually was. What we did get
were some keen locals in cycle rickshaws which were then raced down
to the harbour, we tried to help our guy off the lights by spinning
the back wheels by hand and saw more the odd rickshaw being
propelled forward at the expense of another being pushed back. All
good fun. Today we were heading over to an island on Lake Titicaca
for a home stay so the first job was to buy something as a
present when we arrived. On our trip the previous year the home
stay had been to a head hunters tribe in Borneo who were rather
partial to a pigs head or two but I'm very pleased to say that this
year it was the more mundane affair of staples for the
kitchen.
We loaded our boat and step off. The first stop was at the famous
floating reed islands. These curious constructions are made by
cutting blocks of mud which float, and then laying reeds on top -
about 10 metres square. These can then be tied to other platforms
to make a loose amalgamation of houses. Each floating platform
takes a year to make and surprisingly lasts about 25 years. The
float town generally keeps close to the shore by Puno where there
is a ready supply of reeds for repairs and building almost
everything they need from houses to boats. The main drawback of
reclaiming somewhere to live in this way was demonstrated by the
guide when he jumped up and down and a bad smell was released from
the rotting reed below. The islands were first made who a group who
were being hounded into slavery and they felt they were safer on
the floating islands than on land. Currently there are 63 islands
and their main economy has switched from reed goods to the tourist
dollar. The people who lived there seemed very jolly and the women
came out to sing to us as we got onto reed boats for a slow trip
around the islands and made us all laugh when in perfect unison
they chorused 'hasta la vista baby' as we pushed off. Our reed boat
trip was very peaceful and after visiting one more island we were
back on our big boat for the trip out onto the lake proper.
On the boat was warm and sunny and almost everyone had taken the
opportunity to grab 40 winks but then our guide chose that moment
to pick up the microphone and give us a history lesson in the
islands we were to visit and finished off with trying to get us all
to repeat some simple local phrases, I don't think he got the
enthusiastic response he was hoping for. Once we arrived at the
island itself we were greeted by a surprised group of women who
were to become our 'mamas'. The surprise was due to the fact that
they weren't expecting all of us but they soon recovered and sent
out some runners to whip up some more sleeping opportunities. We
were all led away to the homes we would be staying with for the
evening. Eleanor and I followed our mama to a simple building, with
a single dinning/kitchen area and a few bedrooms. The husband was
at home working on building an extension exclaiming 'much work to
do' but luckily our room was finished. We went down into the
kitchen to help and were asked to peel possibly the nobbliest
potatoes I have ever seen. With only a single knife Eleanor and I
played a game of choosing the potatoes for the other to peel and
timing who would take the longest which seemed to amuse the family
as we started on the truly awkward specimens first.Lunch soon
followed and if the potatoes scored 11/10 for nobbles then the
chili sauce scored at least 15/10 for heat. We had a nice soup to
go with this and the husband kindly gave me more soup to dilute the
chili sauce I had unwisely added.
They had a small girl aged about 5 who was just getting used to us
after we had spent the afternoon in the house when it came time to
head up to the middle of the village for the traditional game of
football with the tourists. For those who don't know, Lake Titicaca
is the highest in the world and sits at an impressive 4000m. What
doesn't sit so well at this altitude is the lack of oxygen in the
air which the locals had had a lifetime to adjust to. This severely
hampered our efforts at sprinting too much. Initially our team had
one local on it and it was a winner stays on sort of affair. With
Russel, Carl and Carlos we were never going to go down without a
fight and the final result was four straight wins for our team,
something which would have been at very long odds at the start.
Carl was tireless at the front, Carlos stern in midfield but surely
the star would have to be Russell who was diving around the goal
like we were playing on rubber mats rather than hard concrete, and
had the cuts on his legs to prove it. I'm pleased to say that
despite gasping for breath for most of the games I managed to bag
two winning goals. We cracked out some beers in celebration before
the little girl from our home stay came to bring us back in the
gloom.
Back at the house we gave the little girl a colouring book and
spent a while flicking through it repeating the names of all
the animals until it was time for food. The meal was simple, soup,
vegetables and rice, but very good. Afterwards we presented the
family with our bag of shopping and they seemed very pleased so
hopefully we had filled a few holes in their larder. For the
evening we were to meet up with all the women in the village hall
for a dance but first we were dressed in traditional clothes. For
the guys this was simply a poncho which was nice and easy but the
lasses things, as ever, were a little more complicated; an under
skirt, an over skirt, a blouse, a large belt and a head scarf.
Needless to say our normal routine of Colin tapping his foot while
waiting for Eleanor to finish getting ready to go out was
observed.
At the hall all the mamas were there with their charges. I got a
beer but before I could sit down was being dragged up for the first
dance. Luckily for all involved this was simple enough to learn and
soon everyone was being shepherded to the dance floor. Occasionally
the dancing would spill out to form a large circle including
everyone at which point we would run round the room. All good fun
and I think the locals enjoyed it at least as much as we did.
Day twenty - South America |
27Apr 2011