Saturday, May 23, 2009

Back in Peru


















May 23, 2009
  • Walk
  • Huaca Pucllana
  • Lunch: Al fresca
  • Shopping
  • Café
  • 8:00 pm arrive LIM

 




































Back in Peru

One of the adventures of traveling is to land in a city without a place to stay and locate one. It is all fine and well when it is daylight, but when it is night it can be a challenge.

 

I decided to lodge in the upscale Miraflores neighborhood of Lima and selected a place in Lonely Planet. However at 11:30 pm, the place had no space, neither did the other nearby locales. We drove around for 20 minutes before we found one. I was fortunate that the taxi driver was determined that I have a place for the night. So while arriving in a city late at night without a place to stay is not the wisest thing, I was blessed helpfulness of a stranger.

 

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This year of traveling about to end. While it is sad, I am looking forward to being home. The entire year off has been a blessing--the people, the places, the cultures, the history, the food, the knowledge, and the interior growth. I just hope I can maintain the peace and equilibrium that I have learned this year into my work. Work? How am I ever going to go back to work?

 

May 24, 2009

  • 1:15 am depart LIM
  • 7:30 am arrive MIA
  • 11:10 am arrive DFW
  • 2:30 pm arrive SFO

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Sucre, Bolivia












May 19, 2009

  • Museo de la Libertad
  • Museo de Charcas
  • Terminal
  • Museo de Charcas
  • Museo de Recoleta
  • Mirador
  • Bookstore
  • 7:00 pm. Film: ¿Qué hace una chica como tú en un sitio como este?
  • Dinner: Pailita

 Sucre, Bolivia

I am feeling much better now that I settled into the quiet city of Sucre, at only 2700 masl. While it is the constitutional capital of Bolivia, it does not have the impact of La Paz. It is easy to be seduced by formerly La Plata, formerly Chuquisaca, now Sucre, as it has beautiful plazas, cafes, and a thriving arts scene.

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I am presently reading Eduardo Galeano´s Las venas abieras de America Latina, a history of why Latin America is among the world’s have-nots. It is very interesting reading. He states that the reason the Western world (Europe, the US) is at the top of the economic pyramid is because the colonies of Spain and Portugal were used to extract their riches and build capital in Western Europe (both with slave labor and the promotion of monocultivation in Latin America) which caused Latin America to be dependent on an economic system that favors the developed countries. Spain and Portugal, and the subsequent post-colonial governments, also failed to build up native enterprises/businesses in the Americas so that they became dependent on the finished products of the industrialized countries. It is on this wealth that the industrialized countries built their capital, a system that continues to this day.. My being in Latin America has prompted me to read this, especially being in countries where I get by so cheaply (in Bolivia, $10-15 a day), while the locals struggle to make ends meet....

 

May 20, 2009

  • Mass
  • Museo de la Catedral
  • Lunch: El Germen; great place
  • Parque Bolivar
  • Plaza 25 de mayo
  • Tea: Joy Ride
  • Terminal
  • 7:00 pm depart Sucre

 May 21, 2009

  • 7:30 am arrive La Paz
  • Museo de Música
  • Museo Costumbrista
  • Museo Litoral
  • Museo de Metales Preciosas
  • Museo Nacional de Entografico y Folklorico
  • Museo de Coca
  • Mendoza Plaza

 May 22, 2009

  • Breakfast: Tambo colonial: great place!
  • Museo antropológico
  • Plaza de Estudiante
  • Plaza San Francisco
  • 9:30 pm depart La Paz
  • 10:30 pm arrive Lima



































This is the other Our Lady of Guadalupe, the patron saint of Sucre.


























Pailita, a dish of sauted beef with an egg on rice with plaintain and curtido (pickled vegetables). 










Papas rellenas with sautéed vegetables at El Germen in Sucre. The potatoes are filled with cheese and tomatoes and baked crispy. Very good. If you are in Sucre, go early to their lunch specials where you can eat for less than $2.50.





















A band of dogs resting on the street.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Potosi, Bolivia



















May 17, 2009
  • Walk
  • Breakfast: Portal del Almanecer: warm place for breakfast
  • 10:10 depart Uyuni
  • 3:30 arrive Potosí
  • Hostel
  • Walk
  • Dinner w/ Nicolas & Elisa de Toulouse

 May 18, 2009

  • Walk
  • Mine Tour
  • Tea
  • Templo San Francisco
  • 6:00 pm depart Potosí
  • 9:00 pm arrive Sucre

 

Potosi, Bolivia

I was hesitant to visit the mines of Potosi after reading about their existence in the Museum of the American Indian in Washington DC; it spoke of how the indigenous worked as slaves in a dangerous job. I imagined images from Sebastião Salgado, whose famous black and white documentary photographs depict of men and children working a mine; they look like they are in one of the levels of hell in Dante’s Inferno. I was also concerned about a voyeuristic presentation of human beings who are working in despicable conditions. But when so many fellow travelers mentioned the impact of the place, I decided to go.

Miners’ market

A former miner, Antonio, guided Lucia, a young Spanish student, and me to the mines at Cerro de Plata.  He presented the entire enterprise of the miners and their work with great respect and dignity.

 We first stopped at the market for an education on the implements used by the miners. The most important is the dried coca leaves, which have been used since pre-Colombian times. A handful is taken and stuffed one by one into their mouths. The large wads of coca are evident in the miners as they pass. It is usually taken with lejía, made of the ashes of quinoa plants that activate the coca ingredients. The chewing of coca leaves stimulates energy and staves off hunger, thirst, and pain. It also serves as a rudimentary filter, as the particulates that float in the mines is caught by the wad of wet coca leaves. Cigarettes are used or they are offered to Tío, the god of the mine. Alcohol (97%), quema pechos, is also purchased for consumption and offered to Pachamama, Mother Earth. Dynamite, made of glycerin, is also available. It helps the miners break down the stone and earth to get at the minerals. Because a stick of dynamite costs the same as a daily wage, it is often broken up into three pieces to make its purchase as cost effective as possible. It is mixed with ammonia-nitrate (a fertilizer) which is as effective as one stick of dynamite. The wick, la metcha, is about 2 feet long covered in plastic (to keep the wick lit in the humid and wet conditions). The wick lasts about seven minutes before it detonates the explosive. The miners must light it and then seek shelter in holes in the tunnels. There are gaseosas, soda pop, which the miners drink after a long day’s work. We purchased coca leaves, dynamite, and a 2 liter of soda for Bs 40 bolivianos ($ 5.75) to offer to the miners. The average daily wage of miner is Bs 35-40 ($ 6.00), so purchasing this is expensive for them. We also picked up rechargeable head lamps (one of which leaked on my pants and ruined them).

 We got to the miners “workshop” building, where we put on a protection jacket, pants, boots and a helmet. We should have had a face mask and goggles, but the miners themselves only wear a helmet, a head lamp, and boots, and not much else.

 

Women and children

Outside the mines, there were woman and children who were breaking up raw material brought up from the mine. The women who work the mines have high rates of eye disease from the air-borne silicates released when the stones are broken. Children, as young as 12 years old, work to support their families. In some cases, their fathers have died from working in the mine and they do their part to support the family. It is a vicious circle where the children of miners become miners themselves and so on. There is a high rate of teen pregnancy and mining is the only way young men can support a family.

 The mines

 We crawled into the mines. It was like leaving the life of light and air to enter the claustrophobic world of darkness and tunnels. In some areas, you can walk upright, but in many (if you are 6 foot), you are crouching, crawling, and scrambling along the sides of the tunnels. In some places, the tunnels are wet and muddy, but most areas are cool and dark. In one particular place where material was being hauled up from 200 meters below, the place was hot and humid. I have never witness work more arduous and dangerous. 

The principal minerals mined are zinc and tin and smaller amounts of copper, lead and silver. The minerals are evident as you walk through the tunnels.  Light gray—silver. Brown—zinc. Dark gray—lead. Orange—copper. The quartz veins leach out asbestos fibers, which cause lung cancer in the men. The labor involves chipping and hammering away at rock and earth in hopes of finding a rich vein of ore. The men cart material on a wheelbarrow from one place to another or they shovel material into large receptacles to be raised to higher levels. The miners work from four to eight hours a day. The miners indicate with black spray that a tunnel is safe; red paint if it is not. They also block up a passage way with rocks once a mine has been depleted. 

There are noxious gases that infiltrate the tunnels Carbonate lamps and canaries used to be used to indicate high levels of the deadly gases. Sometimes acid puddles on the tunnel floor and when it is stepped into, gases are released. The miner has little time to leave before he is knocked out.

 History

The entire mine operation was under the control of the Bolivian government until 1985, when there was the collapse of the price of metals. From then on, the mining cooperatives took over. There are over 100 mining cooperatives on Cerro de la Plata. The miners pay a membership to the cooperative and mining royalties to the Bolivian government. Sometimes they are lucky and strike a rich vein; sometimes, they are not. There is a mining engineer who reviews the mines on a weekly basis to make sure one excavation doesn’t interfere or collapse on another. This mountain has been continuously mined since pre-Colombian times and greatly so in colonial times, so you can imagine the number of holes it must have.

 El Tío

During the Spanish colonization, the indigenous were coerced to work the mine. Francisco de Toledo, the Viceroy of Peru, required that every indigenous had to provide one year of service, but on the condition that 125 lbs of silver were produced weekly. I am told that some 8 million lives perished mining Cerro de Plata. The mines were also used as prisons; the Quechua worked in abject conditions in the mine, sometimes shackled with chains and blocks. When an indigenous was lost or died, the Spanish would say that the Devil had taken him because he did not work well enough. In the minds of the indigenous, God, saints, and angels dominated the world of light, but the world of the mines, the darkness, and the infra-world was the domain of the Devil (Tío). Tío became a god to whom the indigenous asked for protection. They converted the Devil (Evil one) into someone good—someone who would protect them in the tunnels. 

The Tíos are made of the same earth as what is excavated. It is a three-foot figure with horns, limbs and an a prominent erect penis. The miners offer coca leaves and alcohol to Tío on his head, his eyes (to see), on his shoulders (for work), on his feet and on his penis (for fertility). When alcohol is offered, it is first offered to Pachamama, then to Tío and then it is drunk.

 Women are not allowed in the mines except during Carnival, when they come down and decorate Tío with balloons, streamers, etc. Single women rub Tío’s penis in hopes for a husband. Tío is a male spirit that guards and protects the Cerro de Plata, who is considered female. Women are not allowed as it would make the Cerro jealous and she would hide her riches from the men.

 Safety

There is a mining agency that determines the safety measures for miners. Before helmets were not required, and now they are. Before there was no minimum age a worker had to be; now the minimum age of a workers is 12 years old. Perhaps in the near future face masks and goggles will be required. The issue is that the cooperatives (workers) have to pay for these safety measures and when you consider their daily wage, you understand why safety measures are so minimal.

 Reflection.

The experience was unforgettable. Many of the men work with as little equipment as possible and do back breaking work. I had a difficult time actually being in the mine. It could have been the altitude, which is 300 meters higher than Potosí, or it could have been the air-borne particulates that permeated the tunnels, but I had a difficult time breathing and keeping up with Antonio and Lucia. It seemed the oxygen was depleted in the dark, hot, claustrophobic tunnels. I was only too glad to reach the light of day. I cannot imagine what it must be like to come in day in and out to mine the mountain in hopes of earning of Bs 40. 

I made me reflect on what I can for the safety of these workers. One would be to require face masks and goggles, but this would be for the workers to decide for themselves. It also has me reflect on how I participate in this economy for cheap minerals—used in laptops, cell phones, electronics, and then we throw them away. The reason they are so cheap is that they have been paid for with sweat and blood. 






































Antonio, our guide to the mine.









Mining essentials: coca leaves, cigarettes, and lejia.





















This is a vein of ore that remains unmined as it holds up the walls of a tunnel.










Asbestos crystals that grow out of the quartz.








Two Tíos














Saturday, May 16, 2009

Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia











May 14, 2009

  • 7:00 am arrive Uyuni
  • 8:00 am Expediciones Lípez
  • 11:00 depart on tour
  • Cemeterio de Ferrocarriles
  • Choc
  • Salar de Uyuni
  • Isla del Pescado
  • Photos
  • Gruta de las Galaxias
  • 5:00 pm Hotel Agua Quiza

 May 15, 2009

  • 7:30 am depart
  • Volcán Ollagüe
  • Laguna Chañupa
  • Laguna Dionda
  • Arbol de piedra
  • Laguna Colorada
  • Walk 

May 16, 2009

  • 5:30 depart
  • geysers
  • 7:00 am Aguas termales
  • Laguna Verde
  • Border: Bolivia/Chile
  • Lunch: Maku Villa Mar
  • Valle de Rosas
  • 5:00 pm Uyuni
  • 6:30 Dinner w/ Edgar & Family

 Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia

I went on a three day tour of the Salar de Uyuni with Lípez Tours. There were five other travelers plus the driver, Edgar. The Salar de Uyuni, the remnant of a prehistoric lake, is the world’s largest salt flat at 3653 masl that covers 12,000 sq. km. My guide mentioned that the flat is 60 meters deep in some areas. It is estimated to have 10 billion tons of salt. The salt is harvested in piles by the locals. The Isla del Pescado sits like an island in this sea of salt. It is covered in cactus and rocks made of fossilized prehistoric coral. The high altitude air made for some amazing photographs. 

The entire area is known for Dali-esque landscapes. There is the Army of Rocks (fossilized coral) that appear to march in the desert and the Arbol de Piedra, where rocks have been shaped into strange forms by the wind. We were able to go to Laguna Colorada where we saw South American flamingos: James’s, Chilean, and Andean. And there is the Laguna Verde which is partially toxic. While it is warm and pleasant during the day, it is freezing at night as the area is exposed to chilly winds in a high altitude. 

 On our last day, we got out early to see the geysers and go for a dip in a hot springs. I was a little unsure of getting into the hot spring as it was FREEZING. But I was encouraged by people who stripped down to their shorts and got in hot water. It was an amazing experience to get in at 7:00 am as the sun was breaking forth and the hot water relaxed your body and evaporated any aches and pains away. When I got out it was actually not as cold as I thought it would be; my body was still steaming as I dried myself and got dressed. I had foolishly dipped my head underwater and my hair froze once I was out, as evidenced by the flakes of ice that fell when I ran my fingers through my hair.

 Our guide, Edgar, served as guide, driver and cook, though a flat tire on our 4WD on the second day put him in a worrisome and irritable mood. We were also fortunate to have great travel mates. The trek, glitches, and concern for one another helped us to bond and enjoy each other’s company. At the end of the trek, my travel mates invited Edgar, his fiancé and his son to dinner.















Railroad grave yard. The trains were being melted down for iron. But now they are more valuable as a tourist attraction.















































La isla del pescado

























































This hotel is made of salt bricks.









Inside too.



































Gruta de las Galaxias






















Our hotel room. It is built of salt.











A deflating tire that impacted our day.










Volcan Ollagüe



































Ejercito de las piedras













a herd of vicuñas









El arbol de piedra









Laguna Colorada
























































































































Isabel, Yonas and myself.



































Geysers


























Jonatan & Jeanette










Jeb










Isabel & Yonas



































Group picture at Laguna Verde