Friday, June 25, 2010

Sexywoman and the Sun Gods.

6.24.2008

Tuesday.

Today is Inti Raymi! Yesterday we went to the store and bought goods to make a packed lunch, including Bimbo bread, peanut butter (straight from Iowa), and mango marmalade. The little baby peanut butter cost a whopping s/16 ($5.63)!

Inti Raymi. This is the Incan festival of the Sun Gods. The Incan beliefs are still very important to Peruvians today, and you see a very creative blending of Incan and Catholic religion in all cities and towns. The parade starting Inti Raymi consists of 600 people, all with blood lines from the 14 different Incan regions. Inti Raymi is the fiesta of the winter solstice and re-enacts the traditional Incan festival of the sun. Jill and I got to La Plaza de Armas about 2 hours before the procession got there.

The performance was long, almost 1½ hours long. People dressed in all different kinds of clothing, dancing all different types of dances, all around the square. The Moon Goddess came in, carried by about 12 men, with very long black hair. The Sun God, the Incan warrior, was big and strong. Bigger by far than most Peruvians I had seen. When he appeared, carried by about 30 men, the crowd erupted in applause. The whole performance was beautifully choreographed and presented.

Jill and I ate Jello/custard from a tall Dixie cup, purchased from a street vendor for s/.50 ($0.18). We were getting braver with our street vendor experiences.

After the performance, the crowd rushed to follow the performers. The performers took buses up to Sacsayhuamán while thousand made their way up the steep vertical path to the ruins. The climb was tough and hot. I could feel the burn in my muscles and sweat dripping off me onto the dusty dirt path. The sun was hot, and at this altitude, the sun was close. We were at 11,000 feet in Cusco.

Sacsayhuamán (pronounced Saqsaywaman – or Sexywoman!) is a walled fortress outside the city of Cusco, constructed by many thousands of men. The Incan emperor, Pachacútec, began construction in the mid 15th century. Massive blocks of limestone and other types of stone were brought from as far as 20 miles away. Garcilaso de la Vega (the famous Spanish soldier and poet) wrote:

"This fortress surpasses the constructions known as the seven wonders of the world. For in the case of a long broad wall like that of Babylon, or the colossus of Rhodes, or the pyramids of Egypt, or the other monuments, one can see clearly how they were executed. They did it by summoning an immense body of workers and accumulating more and more material day by day and year by year. They overcame all difficulties by employing human effort over a long period. But it is indeed beyond the power of imagination to understand now these Indians, unacquainted with devices, engines, and implements, could have cut, dressed, raised, and lowered great rocks, more like lumps of hills than building stones, and set them so exactly in their places. For this reason, and because the Indians were so familiar with demons, the work is attributed to enchantment."

As thousands of people flooded up to Sacsayhuamán, street vendors sold goods all along the way.

Peruvians carried 2 liter sized bottles of soda with them. Vendors sold qui – guinea pig – whole and roasted (I admit, we weren’t not THAT adventurous with the street vendors. Mostly because Jill is vegetarian and I didn’t quite feel like embarking on that voyage solo). There were Cusco security, Cusco police, and national police patrolling all areas, one of the first times I’d seen Peruvians concerned with safety.

To see the reenactment at Sacsayhuamán of the two llama sacrifices up close, seats cost $90. They used to actually sacrifice two llamas, but they don’t do so anymore. They must want to appear animal friendly (I wonder what the roasted guinea pigs on the side of the dusty road have to say about that!). So Jill and I took a place on the hillside with most of the other Peruvians and tourists. We ate our peanut butter and jam sandwiches while Peruvians around us ate their boiled potatoes, meat, salads, and pasta served from cookware, by using silverware, forks, spoons, and knives, along with practically the rest of their kitchens. Vendors sold little kids toys and noise makers. It reminded me a lot of the 4th of July at Fort Vancouver - everyone all excited anticipating the big event!

Several areas on the steep hillsides were blocked off by caution tape, but every once in a while a few people would escape past the tape. The crowds of people would cheer and applaud! And all the police would run around trying to catch the escapees, weaving between the ruins and the cliff-like rocks. Finally, a large group of people broke through, which started a stampede of people rushing the hillside, trying to jostle for a prime spot on the cliff rocks to see the reenactment of the llama sacrifice. The scene looked like it could be pulled right out of a horror movie, right before people start pushing and shoving and the bravest start getting knocked off the cliff ten at a time. Hundreds and hundreds of people slammed into each other. People were even running with their llamas! Odds are that eventually people would start falling off the cliff side. But alas, no, nobody fell. Thank goodness…

From the cheap seats (meaning free on the hillside) we couldn’t really see or hear any of the reenactment. It didn’t really help that it was all in Quechua either. We did, however, see a “mami” take her son over to a dirt hill to take a shit. I shit you not. After the little guy was all done, she pulled his pants right up and they went on their merry way!

Although we didn’t see all of Sacsayhuamán, we did see the slides – big stones with deep smooth grooves kids use to slide to the bottom.

Having had enough of the heat and sun, we made our way back to town. Back at the hostel, we realized we had been burnt by that close sun, despite re-applying sunscreen two or three times.

We assumed there would be more partying and beer drinking and meat on a stick after the celebration, but if there was, we weren’t invited. The square that was so lively the night before had again turned back into a quiet, peaceful square. No meat on a stick tonight. We settled for a little café in Plaza de Regocijo, where we had pasta (I had a nice dish of pasta carbonara) and a glass of red wine for s/15 ($5). Since no fiesta was to be found, after dinner, we went to bed.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

meats and potatoes on a stick.

6.23.2008

Monday

We arrived at the bus station at 8:20 for our 9 am bus to head back to Cusco. As we searched for our bus company, we encountered a large sign stating “Puno-Cusco 8:00 am”. Well damn it. Luis had told us the wrong time and we had missed our bus! We ran around looking for one leaving at 9, crossing our fingers, hoping we wouldn't actually have to wait until 8:00 pm to take the trip back. Cruz del Sur had a bus pulling out at 8:30. 5 MINUTES! We hurriedly bought tickets and were the very last two to board the bus. The bus smelled musty and like smoke. But at least we had a ride to Cusco!

Once off the bus, a taxi driver offered us a ride to our hostel, but we only had s/4. He said no and turned up his nose. So we started walking. A ways down the road, he met up with us again and said he would take us where we wanted to go for our s/4. We got in, and right away I felt like he wasn’t taking us the right way. I knew our hostel was just two blocks from la Plaza de Armas, and so I asked him about this. He replied “No, es lejos” (no, it’s far). I explained that our directions said it was 2 blocks from the plaza and I didn’t feel like we were going the right way. He said (in Spanish) “oh you don’t want to go there anyway, they just smoke cigars and marijuana all the time. Women aren’t allowed. I’ll take you somewhere nice!” This is when my “this is not a good situation” meter kicked into high gear. I was all of a sudden very nervous and very upset. I said, as calmly as I could in Spanish, “SEÑIOR! You will take us to this hostel and I don’t think you are taking us there”. Then the taxi driver got upset and pulled out a map to show us that roads were blocked because of the parade, and explained that he was taking detours to our hostel. Ok, ok my mistake. But seriously, you don’t eff around with two young traveling girls like that. Images of being sold into slavery flashed through my head…

We arrived in one piece to our hostel in Cusco, Monte Horeb Hospedaje, that afternoon and went up to the front desk to check in. The location was great, just two blocks from La Plaza de Armas, and just one block from La Plaza Regocijo. We gave the front desk our names. The nice Peruvian woman behind the counter replied that she had received a cancellation for Jill Cox on June 19th! Say, what!? Well there’s just no way! We had been in Ollantaytambo and Pisac on the 19th, with no internet or phone access. The lady behind the counter said she would give the owner a call because they had a room for that night (Monday) and Wednesday night, but not Tuesday night. At this point Jill and I were freaking out. This was exactly why we had made reservations back in March. Cusco’s biggest celebration of the year was the following day and we would be hostel-less! The owner was on her way. When she got there, she showed us the e-mail: indeed a cancellation from a Jill Cox, but one with a very different email address from my Jill Cox’s. I’m thinking either ambush (!!) or total, complete, weird coincidence (two Jill Cox’s?! In Peru? At Horeb Hospedaje? On the same nights?!?) or perhaps severe computer glitch? Who knows. Despite our worries, the owner said not to worry, that she would rearrange some things and make sure we had a place to say. Thank goodness for friendly Peruvians!

We dropped our things off in our - almost wasn’t ours – room and went to explore the town. In preparation for Inti Raymi, a giant parade was parading through town. We guessed by the number of signs for each group in the parade there were at least 200 different groups (Two Hundred! Just in case you missed that…). We walked around for a while watching the masses of people and intricate dances in the parade.

In the plaza de Regocijo, all the people who had finished with the parade began to party. The entire square was a giant festivas beer garden! There were many food carts selling quinoa, hamburgers (the thinnest burgers I’ve ever seen), and meat and potatoes on sticks. I got two meet sticks (feeling brave tonight), one with sausage slices (or something similar? No way to really tell) and one with beef (well…maybe alpaca). Despite the meat from unknown origins, it was delicious! I asked for one with all potato, which she happily ate, despite the possible meat cross-contamination. The three sticks cost all together s/4.20, or about $1.40 each stick. I also tried Cusqueña beer (purchased from a 9 year old girl). It was pretty decent!

We strolled past the several Peruvian men relieving themselves on the backsides of the port-o-potties, through the streets wet with beer and piss, to get some ice cream. Then headed back to Horeb. We could hear people celebrating until at least 3 am (a normal party end time when I’m home in Seattle, but certainly not when I’m traveling!).