It was now time to get off the beaten track. We had seen and done so much in Ecuador over our various trips over the years but had never been to the south-eastern part of the Oriente (Ecuador’s Amazon, where the Andes meet the lowland areas of rainforest in the Amazonian basin). We looked at a map and said, “Right, where to”? For all of Ecuador’s beauty and fascinating places to see, the government does an appalling job at promoting tourism, and information, especially on places not oft visited is scarce. But we were determined! Ummmm, Zamora? We were able to scrounge some information from the internet: “The bus ride here is itself worthwhile, with the road snaking down from the sierra past numerous waterfalls, giving occasional views onto miles of densely forested hills.” SOLD
As soon as we crossed the border I felt totally at home. It’s usually like this when I set foot on the country that has become my second residence, and which I have visited countless times since 1999. You know that, sigh, I’m back kinda feeling! I was meant to be with Alex, I was meant to be here. This was just always all meant to be! Macara is the border town on the Ecuadorian side, and it has always held a special place in my heart. Why? Because when I backpacked South America in 1999, it was the place I crossed the border from Peru into Ecuador; the locals were so helpful, friendly and generous that I have never, ever forgotten. It was one of those travellers’ minties moments that I have always carried around in my heart. Little was I to know that only weeks later I would meet my soul mate and love of my life!
Our aim was to get to Ecuador by Christmas time, but we were running out of time. So, having already done Peru a couple of times, we decided to make our way directly to Cuzco. Home and base to the infamous Inca Trail and Machu Picchu, yes it’s touristy, but it never disappoints. We got in nice and early, as ridiculously early. We dumped our stuff in a cheap and cheerful hostel and then made our way to Saksayhuaman (known as Sexy Woman on the gringo tourist trail). A two-kilometre uphill climb from (the already high 3300 metre high) Cuzco, the sprawling Inca site is truly impressive and offers to arrest views over Cuzco, especially at dawn when we arrived. Whilst Cuzco is gorgeous, the government has totally jumped on the tourist bandwagon and charges an arm and a leg for everything! Not if you get there early and evade the opening times though!
|Lake Titicaca magic!|
|Island of the Sun.|
Who could ask for more … at the Copa, Copacabana! But it’s not what you think. Bolivia has its very own Copacabana (Copa to the locals!) … it’s the main Bolivian town heading north towards the Peruvian border and the town that lies on the rim of Bolivia’s side of the infamous Lake Titicaca, the highest navigable lake in the world. Again, one of those places I had done before but was so happily about to do again! Lake Titicaca straddles the border between Bolivia and Peru in the Andes Mountains and at 3182 metres above sea level it really does feel like you are on top of the world! It is said to be the highest navigable lake in the world. At 190 kilometres long by 80 kilometres wide there are spots whereby, once on the actual lake, it is so big that it appears to be like an ocean; you really can’t see the shore! It’s said to be the birthplace of the Incas, and with its many scattered ruins it really does have that mystical feel about it.
|Spectacular Lake Titicaca.|
|Meeting the locals.|
It was upon arrival, that we would meet Paula, our new friend from Brazil whom we would spend the next couple of weeks travelling with. We hit it off instantly and as she and Alex chatted in the plaza, I went and looked for a place to stay. After checking out numerous places I decided on Hostal Sonia, cheap, clean, comfy and with amazing rooftop views. It had a kitchen as well, which is always a bonus as we do a lot of cooking in-house. I’m not going to lie, Bolivian food has mostly done nothing for me; chicken, chicken, chicken, rice, beans, lots of fried food an negligible salad or veggie portions! Adversely, the markets have an amazing array of both fruit and vegetables; they became my best friend in Bolivia! My checking of hostels had provided me with a mini-tour of the town. It was really just as I had remembered it, but with more shops and more tourists! This is what happens, hey!
|Temple of the Sun.|
We spent a great few days here doing everything from the infamous Isla del Sol (Island of the Sun) to the less travelled to Isla de la Luna (Island of the Moon). I had not been to the latter before. The Island of the Sun is a short boat ride away and despite its proximity to the mainland can still only be traversed by foot, no roads or cars and only paths to walk on, which is what makes it special really. The terrain is rocky and the island is inhabited by the traditional Aymara people. Scattered with ruins, it is a delight to walk around. Upon arrival by ferry at the dock village of Yumani, you are greeted by a lovely hanging garden along what is known as the Escalera de la Inca (or Inca’s Staircase) culminating in a beautiful rolling waterfall. And it just gets better from there really! A walk around the island will make you feel like you are the Queen or King of the Castle and that you own the world.
|Temple of the Virgins, Island of the Moon.|
Much less visited, but I was determined to do it this time, was the Island of the Moon. Much smaller than the Island of the Sun, this island is known for its mythological significance to the Incas and is home to the ruins of the Temple of the Virgins. It is inhabited on the Western side by a small village of about 80 people. The locals are friendly, the atmosphere tranquil and quiet and the island is still without electricity. Both islands have places to stay, which was definitely not the case on my last visit. One can only hope that tourism ‘progresses the cause’ and does not damage it. We can only hope … and wait and see.
|At the top of Calvary Hill.|
We also did lots of things in and around Copacabana. No trip to the area would be complete without a walk up to the top of Cerro Calvario, or Calvary Hill. Close to the centre of town it’s approximately a 30 minute walk up the steep hill. The steps make it a little more comfortable but it’s steep nonetheless. The views at the top are extraordinary! In front of you lies Lake Titicaca in all of her splendour and glory!
|Calvary Hill views.|
|Blessing of the cars.|
It’s impossible to escape the imposing Moorish-style Church of the Virgin of Copacabana. It’s one of the most important and visited churches in Bolivia, its construction having been started in 1601. Some days, and particularly weekends, are devoted to the
‘Bendicion de Movilidades‘, where people go to bless their cars. It truly is a sight to behold! Each day cars jam the cobble stoned streets, decked out like children awaiting baptism, and a priest walks around sprinkling water on them. Once the ritual is complete the owners crack open a bottle of champers and head down the road with a renewed sense of well being. Given the country’s crazy traffic and cliff-hugging roads, its understandable that some may want to seek divine intervention!
|Virgin of Copacabana church.|
One of my favourite spots was the Horca del Inca, a pre-Inca astronomical observatory built in the 14th century. Visited by very few tourists, it’s a climb that requires both decent fitness and shoes, but oh what a view!
We also visited the floating islands of Chani, very close to the town centre. Not nearly as big or as touristy as those in Puno, on the Peruvian side of the lake, they were still pretty and worth a look see. Surrounded by some pretty high rocks, we scrambled up some of them for yet some more rewarding views. the locals make a living here by feeding the locals fresh fish direct from the source!
|A world with a view, Chani Islands.|
|With the Uruguayan travellers.|
Another day was spent walking along the shore of the lake and chatting to the locals as well as the ‘foreigners’ who had come across the border from Peru. We also met a Uruguayan couple travelling South America in their little car. Love these moments.
We had had so much fun in Bolivia! An amazing country with so much to offer, the highlight was the many amazing people we had met and shared good times with. It’s hard to believe that we had spent almost two months here. The next country awaited us. Peru … are you ready for us!!!
|Peru … here we come!|
“Live each day as if your life had just begun.” – Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Next: Peru … the whirlwind tour!
|Bolivian street art.|
|Island of the Sun.|
|With Paula on Island of the Sun.|
|Island of the Sun.|
|Being offered beer by the locals.|
|Travelling the world.|
|Life is for living!|
|The highest navigable lake on Earth.|
|Festivities in Copacabana.|
|The festivities continue …|
|Blessing of the cars.|
|The Fountain of Youth, Island of the Sun.|
|Cholitas, Virgin of Copacabana church.|
|Travelling with my soul mate.|
|On the road to Chulumani.|
The road to Chulumani was bumpy, very bumpy! But we were excited; a place I had not been to before and we had heard so many good things about it … primarily that it was not touristy. Let’s go! The four hour ride presented us with some spectacular views and scenery and although not the Death Road, there were still some bits where it was quite narrow and the sheer drops, quite literally, took our breath away.
|Out and about in Chulumani.|
|Alex and Javier … “nos prestamos plata”.|
Upon our arrival, we could see that it was a quaint little place. Mostly indigenous folk, not that big, a Chulumani. Apart from the fact that the rooms were gorgeous and comfortable, the place surrounded by foliage and birds, and that it had a swimming pool and felt like a retreat … the owner absolutely made it! Javier, originally from La Paz, was beyond knowledgeable about the area and with his effervescent personality and desire to show and tell us what to do and see we had an absolute blast and ended up staying there for over a week. I loved the fact that until the last day we were the only gringos in the ‘hood! Days were spent exploring, yeh and sometimes even just relaxing by the poolside, and nights were spent deep in conversation with Javier who has since become a great friend … as he likes to say “nos prestamos plata” (“we now lend each other money”, which he says only happens between really good friends). Having lived in the States, he also has excellent English. Javier lives in this gorgeous place with his equally gorgeous daughter, Lupita, who besides going to high school, also helped out around the hostel. Lupita … bright, excellent English, smart and a conversationalist … we loved you! If only 1% of the worldwide teenage population could be like you. And to boot and excellent violinist!
central plaza and lots of unpaved dusty roads. Had we just hit the Wild West? It instantly had that homely, ‘welcome home’ vibe about it. We asked around for accommodation (the places to stay can be counted on half a hand and struggling) and ended up at Country House.
|The way to chill out at Countryhouse Chulumani.|
|A house with a (breathtaking!) view.|
|Chill out time.|
|Rural town life.|
We went on some great walks and saw some amazing things. The only foreigners around, the spotlight was often on us, but the people were really helpful and chatty. We chatted to lots of locals who were more than willing to tell their stories as well as invite us into their humble homes. There is no price one can place on this. We visited many little towns and one of my favourites was Chicaloma. This tiny place is home to many of Bolivia’s Afro-Bolivian population. The thing that really blew me away was to see some of the women dressed up in indigenous garb. I was used to seeing indigenous people in these clothes, not black people! Ocobaya was another tiny but pleasant spot as was Irupana, where we found organic coffee and people drying their coca leaves on the road.
|This is the way you dry your coca leaves.|
|Being invited into the home of some locals.|
|Alex showing Lupita how to make patacones.|
The real beauty and intrigue of the entire area was to simply ‘be’ … to walk, to breathe in the country air, to take in the spectacular scenery, to talk to the locals, to absorb the culture, and to spend some truly amazing time with Javier and Lupita.
Lupita is a truly talented young lady and is part of the Chulumani Symphonic Orchestra, a group of young and talented musicians who gather weekly and practice. Despite the fact that the teacher comes all the way from La Paz weekly and that the local council has tried to make their existence difficult (I will not get into the politics here) they all continue to get together and play their instruments. Alex and I went to visit the group and chatted to them about the importance of believing in themselves and following their dreams. Dreams only come true when you believe in them! There is nothing quite like inspiring young people to be positive, to try and achieve their best and most of all push forward with vigour in the face of adversity. It was great to spend a couple of hours with them. This culminated in a ‘performance’ for us that simply blew us away! We were touched to tears! I hope that in years to come these kids will look back and think … we met two people who believed in us!
|Some kids from the orchestra.|
|With the Chulumani Symphonic Orchestra.|
|With the Chulumani Symphonic Orchestra; Lupita far left.|
|With Lupita and Javier.|
And as so happens on our travels, it was time to leave and move on. This time, however, with a somewhat heavy heart. Javier, Lupita and Country House Chulumani had made an enormous impact on us. Would we see these people again? Yes, I think we will! Lots of hugs all around, tears in my eyes, and with a heart full of gratitude and joy we were off on our next adventure!
As we walked away from the hostel, I looked back at the waving Javier and Lupita and, with teras in my eyes, blew them kisses. This is why I travel … THIS is why I travel!
|With Javier, Lupita and Vaughn (the only other tourist we saw in the week).|
|I will miss you Javier!|
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” – Marcel Proust
Dedication: To our ‘charming gardeners’. Javier and Lupita’ you are the charming gardeners who allowed our souls to blossom. You made us happy and you became our friends! We will never forget you both and this spectacular part of our journey. Friends forever! You are always welcome to visit us and stay with us in Australia. When our journey is done and dusted, it is people like you that leave a footprint on our hearts. Those footprints will always remain! We thank you profoundly!
Dedicatoria: A nuestros ‘jardineros encantadores’. Javier y Lupita ustedes son los jardineros encantadores que permitieron que nuestras almas florezcan. Nos hiciste feliz y se convirtieron en nuestros amigos! Nunca olvidaremos a los dos y esta parte espectacular de nuestro viaje. Amigos para siempre! Siempre estarán bienvenidos visitarnos y quedarse con nosotros en Australia. Cuando el viaje esta terminado es la gente como usted que dejan una huella en nuestros corazones. Estas huellas permaneceran siempre! Te agradecemos profundamente!
Next: Copacabana and Lake Titicaca.
|A local on her walk.|
|Walks in off-the-beaten-track places.|
|Out and about.|
|Everyone deserves some rest time.|
|Ahhh, the tranquility.|
|Beauty … and no beast in sight!|
|“Long live the holy leaf”. (Coca)|
|Yin and Yang … cultivation coca leaf style.|
|Farmers cultivating coca leaves.|
|The colours of Mother Nature.|
|Beauty and the Beast!|
|The Countryhouse dogs saying goodbye as we leave.|
|Chulumani … butterfly wonderland.|
|Drying coca leaves.|
|Hello La Paz!|
Oh La Paz … you’re high, you’re cold, you make walking around difficult, you have witches’ markets, good coffee, indigenous women wrestling, amazing museums, spectacular scenery and amazing markets! I could finish the blog here really! Oh you do do delight, and the best part about you is really that you are just you and that simply walking around you is a delight!
Nuestra Senora de la Paz (Our Lady of Peace), or La Paz, as it’s more commonly known sits in a bowl surrounded by the high mountains of the altiplano and sits in elevations of between 3200 and 4100 metres above sea level. Although very cold at night, it’s not uncommon to be walking around in a t-shirt and pants during the day whilst looking out to the triple-peaked Illamani in the distance; always snow-covered and it can be seen from many parts of the city.
|Illimani, La Paz’s guardian!|
I was back! I felt like I had found my long-lost sister. First things first … finding a place to stay. We arrived nice and early and it was indeed nice and cold. I had forgotten how frenetic and full-on La Paz was, but I will confess to quite liking that vibe. Although we headed for the centre and checked a few places out, we ended up at
Arthy’s Guesthouse. Despite being on a very busy road, what lay behind the bright orange door which was its entrance was a veritable clean, cosy and tranquil oasis. The owners were helpful and treated us like their family. The kitchen was a winner. I am not going to lie, I have not been overly impressed with Bolivia’s mostly fried-fare but the markets have some of the greatest variety I have seen anywhere in the world.
|La Paz street art.|
La Paz has grown and expanded over the years, and most certainly since I was here in 1999. El Alto used to be the ‘slum-city’ that sat five kilometres away on the outskirts of La Paz. The urban sprawl has grown so much that this once suburb of La Paz is now really just part of it. It’s one of Bolivia’s largest and fastest-growing urban centres. It’s also the highest point of La Paz at a little over 4100 metres above sea level. The views from El Alto are breathtaking, needless to say! It has a very interesting history and past; populated largely by Aymara (Bolivia’s two biggest indigenous groups are the Aymara and Quechua) migrants from the surrounding Altiplano it was officially recognised as a separate municipality from La Paz in 1986. It instantly became the fourth biggest, poorest and fastest growing city in Bolivia. Along with this were included all the problems of a poor city that grows that fast! It actually has a bigger population than La Paz!
|El Alto Sunday market.|
|Aerial transport, La Paz style.|
La Paz has done something brilliantly. It has created Mi Teleferico (My Cable Car), not as a tourist attraction but as an aerial cable car urban transit system. It was actually planned in order to address a number of problems, the most prominent being a precarious public transport system that simply could not cope with user demands. Built by an Austrian company, and opened only last year in 2014, there are currently three lines in operation and six more are in the planning stage. The first two lines, the Red and Yellow, connect La Paz with El Alto and blow-your-socks-off views are afforded. As it’s not a tourist attraction (yet!) and a means of public transport, we had lots of fun using the various lines several times. It was not just the views that blew our socks off but also the sheer size of La Paz which continues to grow like it’s on top-end baby formula!
|El Alto Market … something for everyone!|
Needless to say the cable car is how we got to El Alto’s famous Sunday market. Market? It was a ‘suburb’ of street to street vendors selling everything from llama foetuses to top-end Bose sound systems. You name it, they have it! It was absolutely chockers and it just went on and on and on and on. These once-poor-people have carved themselves out a decent income and good on them. It reached a point where it was just too hard to take it all in. Without a doubt one of the biggest markets I have ever seen … and with a brilliant view of la Paz to boot! With its dusty streets and sweeping views, it looks like something out of a wild, wild west movie! Keep in mind that it’s the world’s most active ‘rebel’ city and the scene of frequent protests and crippling strikes!
El Alto is also home to La Paz’s Lucha Libre or ‘Cholitas Wrestling‘ as it’s more commonly known and I can highly recommend it. Much more than entertainment and profits however, Cholita wrestling is a way for Bolivian women to prove their worth in a ‘man’s world’. Having been abused, humiliated and discriminated against throughout history, the ring is one place where indigenous women can hold their head high, do their job with pride and be on equal footing with men! You go girrrrrrls!!!!!!!
|That’s the way gals!|
This is both an absolutely hysterical as well as bizarre event where women in their indigenous attire go out and wrestle. Locals and foreigners alike love it! I don’t normally like to do ‘tacky’ things on the tourist trail, but I succumbed and we went. Inspired by the USA’s World Wide Wrestling and Mexico’s lucha libre, this is really more about entertainment than skill. Nobody gets hurt and I must say, good laughs are provided all around! There are a couple of different places that you can go to; we went to
La Paz, you were so much more than spectacular scenery, markets and dizzying heights! Every nook and cranny was packed with culture, information and protests! The Mercado de Hecheria, or Witches’ Market, sells everything from herbal and folk remedies to toucan beaks! Interesting to walk around and watch the vendors doing rituals for everything from the purchase of a new house to getting rid of unwanted negative energy.
|Llama foetuses anyime?|
|Or perhaps a potion of some description?|
Plazas, churches, museums … La Paz abounds in all. One of my absolute favourites, however, was the Museum of Musical Instruments. This place has an exhaustive hands-on collection of unique musical instruments, including those that are specifically Andean. It’s a must see for musicians and we lay-people alike. A private museum, it was founded in 1962 by famous Bolivian ‘charanguista’ and the inventor of many musical instruments, Ernesto Cavour. Every Saturday night the museum holds a concert, showcasing some of La Paz’s and often Bolivia’s most seasoned musicians. The concert room is very small and the entry fee is around USD$3.50. Anywhere else in the world this type of talent would cost a fortune! Underrated, understated!
|What a collection of instruments.|
We were fortunate in that the night we visited, we saw the master himself! What a truly talented man. His speciality, clearly, is the charango, a small Andean stringed instrument. Along with a couple of other artists, including Franz Valverde who played the muyu-muyu (like a guitar with strings on both sides!) and Rolando Encinas on the pan pipes, we were totally entertained over a couple of hours. The museum also happens to be on Calle Jaen, La Paz’s finest colonial street; cobblestoned and free of traffic, it’s like an oasis of tranquility in a chaotic city!
Of course we visited many markets and parks, but we also took some time to hang out and simply take in the La Paz life. I have seen lots of changes in the 15 years since I was here last. Without a doubt there is still a lot of poverty, bit this seems a world away from suburbs like Sopocachi which abounds in lovely restaurants and funky cafes.
|Central Park .. a view ‘above’ the rest … La Paz.|
|La Paz by night.|
La Paz has been described as chaotic, frenetic, dirty and dangerous, but we loved it! It charged our batteries and with a renewed zest, we were ready to move on. Coroico is usually the next stop on the tourist trail, which is what I did in 1999, but I had heard that it had become super-touristy. La Carretera de las Yungas, the road between La Paz and Coroico, is known as the most dangerous road in the world. I know! I did it! “It’s estimated that 200 to 300 people travelling on it die each year. the thin road climbs jungle-clad mountains to a height of 4650 metres, winding and turning all the while with nauseatingly deep canyons below. Dozens of vehicles went off the road each year, and with vertical drops of up to 1000 metres over the edge , annual fatalities reached into the 100s”. No thanks, been there done that. These days, it’s mostly used by cyclists on Death Road cycle tours. Fortunately, there is an alternative road to Coroico … some use it, some don’t. I played Russian roulette on this road once and I was not going to do it again! Some things in life are to be repeated and some just are not!
|Rooftop view, La Paz|
Soooooooo, we looked at the map … and chose Chulumani close by … it would prove to be one of the best choices we made, and a South American highlight!
“I have found that if you love life, life will love you back”. – Arthur Rubinstein
Next: Chulumani and Lake Titicaca.
|Around La Paz.|
|Cars, buildings and protests, La Paz.|
|Out and about in La Paz.|
|A night of entertainment.|
|Bolivia’s sad past.|
|Artists draw it as it is! Or was!|
|Expanding La Paz.|
|It’s a hot air balloon? No, it’s a cable car!|
|La Paz … houses everywhere!|
|Cable cars run over the top of the entire city.|
|Evo … patria o ratria?|
|Cable cars, La Paz.|
|La Paz just keeps growing!|
|Women looking for justice.|
|Everything’s up for grabs at the El Alto market.|
|With our Swedish friends Sara and Mark at Arthy’s Guesthouse.|
|The La Paz shoe shine ninjas!|
|More street art.|
|Saying goodbye to Reuben at Arthy’s.|
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