Venezuela

From Cartagena, we had made plans to travel to Venezuela where we had organised to spend the remainder of our time working on an organic farm, otherwise known as WOOFing, in the East of Venezuela close to the city known as Ciudad Guayana.

Crossing borders in South America is never easy. Border towns are dangerous places and are often ridden with desperate people who will try to catch weary travellers unaware. The safest way to travel, we had found by searching on the internet, was to cross over from  Cucuta in Colombia to San Cristobal in Venezuela.

Arriving from a long sleepless night on an extremely cold air-conditioned bus you are hit with a humid heat. You have to battle with con men claiming to be taxi drivers whilst taking your layers of clothes off and collecting luggage. Men grab the handles of your suitcase trying to lead you to their taxi and, being white and looking British/American, you are suddenly surrounded by lots of people offering the same service. There is only so much polite 'no gracias' I can say until I shout 'F#@~ OFF!', which takes aback and confuses any South American, I have now found, in to doing just as you asked.

After waiting around to assess our options we found a taxi driver to take us over the border for a good price. The border control was fairly straightforward. We got our exit stamps at a very official looking building and then driven over to a very non-official building to receive our entry stamps. After this the taxi driver took us to a bus stop and dropped us off to continue to San Cristobal.

We had no Venezuelan money at this point so we had to travel from the bus stop into the Plaza where we could find a cash point. I must point out that it is very important to always let your bank know if you are travelling from one country to the next. We had forgotten to do this this time and were kicking ourselves. We were in Venezuela with no money, and were unable to get anything out of the bank. Our only option was to book ourselves into a hotel and pay by credit card. We used the hotel's internet and told our banks so that we would be able to draw money out the next day. With the little Colombian money we had left we changed it into Bolivars and bought some street food and a bottle of water and then saved the remainder of the money for the bus to the next city just incase we weren't able to get money out the next day.

In the morning we tried the banks again. They didn't work. Being the optimist I insisted we use what money we have left to get to the next city along our way which is bound to have more bank machines. I kept telling myself, and Sophie, that the banks may just need a little bit more time because of the time difference and all we needed to do was continue in the direction of the farm. At least we knew that our credit cards worked so once we arrived at the bus station we would be able to buy what we needed by card.

We arrived safely at yet another grubby bus station. People flocked towards us again to try take our bags into taxis or onto buses. My patience had worn thin. They quickly stopped bothering us.

"Buenos dias. Dos bolletas a Caracass por favor." we asked the lady at the till for two tickets to the capital. All we needed to do was keep moving. "Con tarjeta, esta bien?" The lady nodded and Sophie passed over a Visa credit card.

In South America it is necessary to give a form of identification when paying by card. Chip and pin is used everywhere but they believe this isn't safe enough. In every country that we have paid by card in South America they always ask for your mobile phone number as the first form of identity, which Sophie and I found contradictory. The reason that this is done, we believe, is because when you buy a mobile in South America you need to enable it with your passport number. We think this then links your ID and your mobile number. Your mobile number is then used as extra security before making a purchase on a card. Most phone shops, however, have a standard ID to activate a mobile once you buy it making the whole process a waste of time. We always had to explain that we didn't have a mobile, which always received looks of disbelief, and give our passport number.

Although Sophie had used her credit card before at the hotel, this time it wasn't working. I tried mine. Again it didn't work. We had to go away and assess our options as we were holding up a queue.

We were both again starting to panic. We were in the middle of a foreign country with no money, unable to use our cards and unable to use transport to get anywhere else.

I had to make a decision to run around this unknown city to see if I could find a way of getting cash. I hoped there might be a Western Union or somewhere that could help. We had too much with us to be running around in the baking heat together so Sophie stayed with the bags whilst I went off.

I was unsuccessful in finding anything. I tried a few banks but still had no luck. Coming back I was dreading telling Sophie the bad news. Getting into the bus station I tried another bus company. This time I used my debit card. Went through the same process of entering my passport number and waited for the lady to tell me the bad news. But she didn't. It worked! I was so happy. We now had two tickets to the capital and I knew that my debit card worked!

I went over to Sophie smiling. We hugged, kissed and gave a huge sigh of relief.

By this point neither of us had had anything to eat or drink for a long time. Knowing now that my debit card worked I went over to a Subways that I had noticed outside and ordered two Italian BMTs with two large drinks. I was shocked to discover the price, coming to over £18, but was just happy to be able to eat so paid it willingly.

After waiting around for a couple of hours we got onto our bus. It was going to be another night bus but we were thankful just to be safe and not on the streets. As you can probably imagine we didn't think much of the country by this point. It was the most expensive we had been in, the locals seemed to hate gringos and we were underfed and under-slept. When we got onto the bus a lady came on selling water. We asked the lady how much, looked at our change, and realised we didn't have enough. Water was over £2 for a small bottle here whereas it was around 25p in Peru. The man in front bought a bottle from the old lady and passed it back to Sophie and I. We must have looked pretty desperate by this point for the man to take pity on us. We tried to give him the little change we had but he refused. His single act of kindness made us feel more positive and for that I felt he deserved a mention.

Arriving in the capital we felt it to be very much the same as the other cities. We went again through the same process of trying the cash points and still no luck. We sat down and decided together that we'd had enough of Venezuela as things just weren't going well. We decided to give up the idea of going to the farm and try to head for the airport and make our way back home.

This proved to be no easy task. We thought that the bus company must have had regular buses to the airport but there wasn't. I again made the decision to try run around the city to see what I could find. I was gone over half an hour and had found a large mall on my trip with several banks in. I came back, got Sophie and we walked there hoping to get enough cash to pay for a taxi to the airport.

At the mall we tried all the banks. We even went into a few to ask if we could use our cards to get cash and explain our situation. None could help.

We were stranded in the capital. Again with no money and no way of moving on. We both felt a little sick to the stomach.

I had an idea. There were taxis outside and we had things that we could exchange for the price of a fare, such as mobile phones, watches and jewellery.

Outside we managed to speak to one guy who organised the taxis. We explained our situation as best as we could and said we had no money but we had two phones that we could give for the fare. After finding out the fare was over £40 to the airport and looking at our phones it was clear they weren't going to cut the mustard. He asked if we had anything else whilst indiscreetly looking at my watch that I had on. I took it off and showed it to him. "Muy caro" I said, which translates to very expensive. I wasn't lying either. It was a lovely Swatch watch and it was a gift so I felt a bit reluctant to give it away. But we needed to get to the airport so I knew what I had to do. I handed it over and he organised a taxi for us.

So we did it! We were going to the airport. As we held each other's hands I don't think we had ever felt so relieved. We couldn't wait to get home.

Once at the airport we were able to sort out our flights using the free wifi and bought the next flights home. We had a long wait in the airport and it wasn't the largest so there wasn't much to do. We slept on airport benches that night but we felt we could relax a little more knowing we would be heading home.

In the morning we boarded our flights. We went from Caracass to JFK airport in New York and then to Heathrow. It was strange to think that a day earlier we were planning on spending at least another month on the continent!

Looking back on our journey in South America we will not forget all the good times we had. It was a shame to have such an eventful end but it hasn't tarnished our good memories of all the places we went and the people we met.

Thanks for reading our blog.

Tom and Sophie.

Our first day in Arequipa, Peru, September 2011.

Cartagena

From Medellin, our travels took us to Cartagena, in the north of Colombia on the Caribbean coast.

Tom on the city walls

There are different aspects to Cartagena.  You can see the area where the local people live; uneven road surfaces, market stalls and rundown buildings packed close together.  As you drive along towards the beach, you pass by the old town.  Within the walls of the old town are beautiful plazas where you can sit under the shade of the trees, jewellery shops selling the yellow gold which has been mined there for thousands of years, and old yet beautifully kept buildings and streets.  Upon reaching the beach, you find yourself in Bocagrande ('big mouth'), the commercial area where wealthy, sun-worshippers like to visit.  It has been very commercialised by people from the United States, and whilst it is a smart area, has lost a lot of the charm which is present in the old town.  There are many local people pestering tourists, selling tat and offering massages.  It doesn't make for a relaxing stay on the beach.

The old town is the real gem of Cartagena.  We walked along the walls, which were built by the Spanish to keep out pirates.  From there, you can see the whole city, a vast, clear view underneath the brilliant blue sky and blazing sunshine.  Inside the city walls, we visited El Palacio de la Inquisicion (The Palace of the Inquisition).  The museum details the role of Cartagena in the Spanish Inquisition and how witches and warlocks were interrogated, including instruments of torture.  We meandered along the walls and viewpoints and through the tunnels at the Castle of San Felipe, an impressive piece of architecture.  We also browsed inside El Museo de Arte Moderno, The Modern Art Museum.

Pot of gold at Museo del Oro

The most interesting visit we made was to El Museo del Oro - The Gold Museum.  There, we learnt about Zenu culture, the Zenu people being those indigenous to Cartagena, before the days of the Spanish invasion.  Gold has been mined in the area for thousands of years and the people traded with it as currency.  It also played a pivotal part in religious ceremonies.  Women were very important within the culture and would often hold the chief positon, rather than a man.  This was because women were viewed like baskets, vessels of life and fertility.  Gold figurines of female gods would often be worshipped, for both life and fruitful crops.

The old town of Cartagena is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful and interesting places we have visited, but the city is let down by its commercial beach area.  Depending what you look for during your travels, you will either love Cartagena or hate it.

Medellin: A Charming Colombian City

Many people who haven't even visited Colombia have pre-conceived ideas about what the country is like, Tom and I included, before we came here.  It is true that the drug trade is very prominent and there is a lot of political tension and violence as a result, but this has significantly reduced over recent times.  There is so much more to the country than cocaine and guns.

When we first arrived at the Colombian border, the first thing we were struck by was the immigration official.  She was friendly (at least, for someone working at immigration) and even smiled at us as she stamped our passports.  This was a contrast to the people working at Peruvian/Chilean/Ecuadorian border controls.

We were headed for Medellin, one of the largest cities, but hours of bus travelling are rather tiring so we decided to stop in Cali for a couple of days.  For a place which was only meant to act as a stopover, we liked it very much.  It is a modern city and very green, with huge trees along the sides of the road.  We felt safe in the quiet neighbourhood where we stayed, and our hostel was peaceful, lovely after the noise of where we stayed in Quito.

The Colombian Woman - Fernando Botero

Medellin is not as green as Cali, but it holds a lot of charm and there is a lot of impressive architecture.  The government has done a lot of work to clean up the streets and parks to reveal the beauty of the city, and improved public transport links (which frankly are better than those in the UK) to bring together the wealthy and poor areas.

We visited some fantastic places in Medellin, the first being El Museo de Antioquia.  Outside the museum are huge bronze sculptures of women, men and animals, the work of Fernando Botero, more of whose art is displayed inside.  Several different artists' work can be found there, including modern art and religious paintings, but there is a whole gallery for Botero.  His sculptures and paintings portay men, women and animals as being what some consider 'fat'; certainly they appear very rounded.  Even his still life paintings are created in the same style.  He was once quoted as saying that he makes his figures appear fat "to make them sensual; I don't paint fat people for the sake of fat people".  The most famous of his art includes The Colombian Woman.

We also visited Parque de Bolivar, which is small, but holds an impressive statue of the liberator Simon Bolivar and has a lovely fountain in the centre.  It is bordered on one side by the Metropolitan Cathedral of Medellin, an architecturally impressive building whose construction took 40 years.

El Parque de los Deseos

El Parque de los Deseos - The Wishes Park - is a modern sight of the city and is so named because people travel there to look up at the stars and make a wish.  It is home to the Planetarium and the Casa de la Musica where opera music is performed and has some striking features, including two large, convex, stone pieces, the outer surfaces of which are intended to resemble that of the moon.  The insides of the curves face one another, several metres apart.  If one person speaks into one of the curves, a person stood at the other curve can hear them as if they were stood side by side, even though they are metres apart.  Of course, there is a scientific explanation for this, but that is not in my remit.  We were impressed.

El Parque de los Pies Descalzos

El Parque de los Pies Descalzos - The Barefoot Park - has a peaceful Zen garden of bamboo trees.  The park is so called, because there is a rocky walkway where you can walk barefoot, for exfoliaton, then there are cool, fresh pools where you can dip your feet in and relax.  Walking barefoot on the rocks was a little painful, but the pools were very refreshing in the midday sun.



Many people seemed interested by our presence and were friendly; the majority of visitors to Medellin were Colombian so we stood out.  The number of foreign travellers to Colombia is still rather low compared to other South American countries, due to the stigma of drugs and violence.  Many Colombian people want this to change and for more foreigners to come and visit this beautiful country.  We spoke to one local man who works as a tourist guide, and he told us that it is very important for him and his country that visitors from abroad speak well of Colombia so that others will travel here.  Yes, there are drugs and dangerous people, but that is the same everywhere.  We didn't feel unsafe, and honestly it is the first country we have visited in the continent where we haven't been offered illegal substances.  Colombia is a charming country, rich with history and culture, and I hope that more people continue to visit.

Quito, Ecuador

Quito is a beautiful city, the centre of which is split into three main areas: the old town, new town and La Mariscal, which is an area linking the old and the new.  There are modern buildings such as you would expect of a capital city, but also old, historic buildings.  At this time of year, the days are hot and sunny, but the nights are still cool.

During our time there, we visited the National Museum of Quito, an impressive place which displayed many artefacts from Ecuadorian history, including from the small town of Validivia where I had volunteered at the aquarium.  There were different galleries within the museum, displaying ceramics and pottery, religious paintings and also a cartography gallery, showing old maps of how people believed South America really looked before there was modern technology to show otherwise.

Parque El Ejido

For a city, Quito is rather green, with several large parks.  We strolled around 2 of these, La Carolina and El Ejido.  There, people can relax in the sunshine or lounge in the shade under the large trees, take bike rides or play sports.  On a Sunday, many local people flock to La Carolina where they can partake in a salsa type exercise class - quite interesting to watch.

As with every other place we have visited, our sight seeing would not be complete without visiting a church or two.  The first was Catedral Primada de Quito, which these days is utilised more as a museum than as a place of worship.  It was majestic inside, with tall pillars, elaborate paintings and statues of religious figures.  The second was La Basilica, a building which was impressive and imposing through its gothic architecture.  It wasn't decorated extravagantly inside like many of the churches we have visited, but it was incredible nevertheless, with huge towers which we were able to ascend, Tom climbing right to the top (and wishing he had worn his brown trousers, it was so high).

View from the top, La Basilica

The area we stayed in was La Mariscal, popular with tourists and young wealthy Ecuadorians.  There are many bars and restaurants there, and it was in the main square that Tom and I ate some of the best tapas we have ever had - juicy king prawns, tender pork belly and marinated beef, all washed down with a couple of mojitos.


When our time in Quito came to an end, we travelled by bus to Tulcan, where we crossed the border into Colombia, marking the next stage of our journey in South America.

Here, There and Ecuador

Our time at the beach came to an end, and after saying goodbye to our new friends, Tom and I left Kamala.

Before we could enjoy seeing the sights of Ecuador, we needed to resolve our visa situation.  This resulted in us having to cross back over the Peru border.  The immigration officials made us sweat for a while (holding out for a bribe, which they did not receive) but eventually everything was set in order.

We spent a couple of days relaxing on the beautiful, quiet beach of Mancora, before re-entering Ecuador and continuing our journey.

From the border we travelled to Cuenca, the third largest city in the country.  It is a beautiful place, set against a green landscape.  After over a month of being on the beach and in cities, it was refreshing to be back in the countryside.

Rio Tomebamba

We walked upstream along the Rio Tomebamba, a path which shows the contrasting aspects of the city.  To the left stood the charming, colonial style buildings of an old day Cuenca, and to the right we could see the modern buildings of the business and education centre of the city.

We visited the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception, the largest of several in Cuenca.  It is a vast building that inspires awe, with impressive architecture and elaborate works of marble inside. 

After our brief, but lovely time in Cuenca, we moved on to Banos, a town set on the hillside of the Tungurahua Volcano.  The town is close to the jungle and there is much rainfall, which accounts for how lush and green and almost tropical the plant life is there. 

On the outskirts of the town are the hot springs of El Salado.  These thermal baths draw hot, volcanic water from underground and are slightly discoloured because of the high mineral content.  There are pools of varying temperatures and massage showers, which fire out powerful jets of water.  Some of the older local people visit the hot springs for relief from aches and pains.  We relaxed for some time in the water here, taking in the beautiful view of the hillside and the river which runs alongside.

In the dirt buggy

From a day of relaxation to one of more action, we hired a dirt buggy, which was automatic with just two seats and no windscreen or windows.  We zoomed out of the town up towards the waterfalls of Machay, accompanied by Jess and Jeannine, two friends from the CELTA course in Kamala.  It was certainly an experience, having never driven on the wrong side of the road, or the wrong side of the car.  We drove though dark tunnels which dripped water onto us, the wind whipping our faces and barely able to hear to speak to one another.  It was a lot of fun, as was the short cable car journey we took across the waterfalls, watching the powerful water cascading into the river.

We visited the church La Basilica de Nuestra Senora del Rosario de Agua Santa, which although seemed relatively small compared to some which we have seen in South America, contained many impressive religious paintings and beautiful art on the ceiling.  At night, the domes of the church are lit up, a bright purple colour, a view of which we had from our room.

Leaving Banos, we travelled to Quito, the capital city of Ecuador.  We are here now, enjoying our final days in the country before travelling on to Colombia.

Becoming CELTA Qualified - Ecuador

For 5 weeks between April and May I have been on an intensive teacher training course. The CELTA (Certificate in English Language Teaching to Adults) is designed by the University of Cambridge and Southern Cross Teacher Training centre in Ecuador. It is a globally respected certificate through the fact that it includes so much input on behalf of the person who decides to take the course with seminars, workshops, essays, in-depth analytical lesson plans and assessed teaching. Stress levels on the course are high and free time is minimal.

Luckily though, this course was held on a beautiful beach location and was spread over 5 weeks, rather than the average 4 weeks. The place we stayed at was called Kamala Playa, an ecological hostel resort placed between the fishing village of Manglaralto and the surfing and party town of Montanita.

To say all this is however misleading. Although beautiful, the place could be deadly. An 'eco-resort' now means to me insects. Small insects that bite and leave your body covered in red spots and huge insects that, albeit interesting to look at, frighten the life out of you. Our accommodation was also extremely basic. Made from bamboo it had more holes than a colander. This allowed the insects easy access and meant that Sophie and I spent most nights hiding under the mosquito net.

Another attraction of the course was that it was fully inclusive. Three meals a day were provided which meant everybody could commit their full attention to the course. The meals, however, were a bit hit and miss. Sometimes plentiful portion sizes and sometimes not enough. Sometimes extremely tasty and others unimaginative and bland. There was a particular fried rice dish that was served four nights out of seven one week which we had all grown to hate.

Don't, however, let my honesty about the food and accommodation lead you into thinking this was a bad place to be. On the contrary I loved the time I spent here. The trainers, Cathy and Nicola, were extremely good at their jobs. With their passion and experience you always felt in safe hands, and that you were getting the best teachers available for your money. I came on the course thinking CELTA may be overrated in terms of what it was going to teach me. I was happy to say that the course exceeded my expectations. I learnt so much and I will definitely be applying what I have learnt in my future teaching.

It is a demanding course in terms of workload but as long as you manage your time effectively and start your assignments and lesson plans as soon as possible then the course is achievable. I was even able to manage my time so that I could fit in a full day off to spend with Sophie on Saturdays. Saturday mornings were usually spent nursing our Friday night hangover with a Mai-Tai cocktail and the best apple pie this side of the equator. Being on the beach also meant you could easily take a 15 minute break when needed by either walking on the beach or swimming in the sea.

Now that I've finished the course its time to look for my next teaching job. I am extremely happy to have received a Pass A grade, an honour that I share with only 5% of people who take the course globally. Hopefully this will open up a few more opportunities for me. All I know is that it shows how hard I worked and that my efforts were noticed. For now I will keep doing what I love, teaching amazing people in some amazing locations.

Thanks for reading, Tom.

The teachers and trainers.
From top left - Tom, Justine, Nicola, Holly, Cathy, Daniel, Monica, Hannes, Jess, Marc
From bottom left - Jeannine, Eden, Emily

Acuario Valdivia

This week has been my first week volunteering at Acuario Valdivia.  The aquarium is a conservation project which looks after marine animals that have been injured and are unable to survive in the wild.  The organisation also runs an ecological club for the children in the local area.

Valdivia is a small town a few kilometres south of Montanita.  It is famous for being one of the oldest settled cultures in the Americas.  There are many artifacts of the stone and ceramic works created by the Valdivian community.  One of the most famous of these is the Venus of Valdivia, important to the local people because she symbolises fertility.  A statue of her still stands today.

Chilly Willy

I undertake 2 different types of volunteer work at the aquarium.  The first is to help Javier, one of the guys who runs the aquarium, feed the animals.  This involves hacking up raw fish to feed to the pelicans and blue footed boobies, the penguins - Chilly Willy and Coralina - and the sea lion, aptly named Leon.  Leon is a very gentle and good natured animal.  When holding out the fish for him, he doesn't snap at your hand greedily, he just waits patiently for you to drop it into his open, expectant mouth.

I also cut up baby squid into tiny pieces to feed to the very tiny baby water turtles.  After they have eaten, I also have the task of cleaning them with a toothbrush - this should give you an indication of just how small they are.  Squid is fed to the crabs, sea urchins and the eel as well.  Having never seen a crab up close before, it was very interesting to watch how they eat, using their pincers like hands while they munch on the squid.  The only animals which don't eat sea creatures are the turtles, who feast on lettuce and celery, and the crocodile who devours the chunks of raw chicken thrown to him.

Me feeding Leon

The second type of volunteer work I do is teaching English at the aquarium.  The staff there speak next to no English, so this week I have started to teach them, along the theme of the aquarium.  I want to teach them things that are relevant to their line of work.  They are interested learners and we have had fun in our lessons, often with jokes about pronunciation of my Spanish and their English.  A couple of local boys join the lesson when they have finished school.  They already speak some English, and are encouraged to give the tours when English speaking tourists visit.  The penguins occasionally join the lesson, which is always entertaining.

I have really enjoyed my first week at the aquarium and am looking forward to my remaining 3 weeks.

Thanks for reading.


Sophie

Travelling to Ecuador

From Cusco, our journey to Ecuador began.  We travelled by bus, which was very tiring.  We stopped in Lima for one night, where our host at the hostel was one of the most helpful and nicest men we have ever met.  With it being Holy Week, many people were travelling out of the city, which caused some problems finding transportation to Guayaquil, Ecuador, however Angelo advised us of our options.

From Lima, we travelled to Tumbes on the Peru-Ecuador border.  When we embarked from the bus, we were approached by a man who showed documentation, declaring he worked for Cifa, the bus company which transports people across the Peruvian border into Ecuador.  As such, we got into his taxi, where he drove us to the Peruvian border to have our passports stamped, leaving Peru.

The Peru-Ecuador border is not like others, such as Peru-Chile.  There is a town inbetween the two, so once leaving Peru, you need to pass through the town before reaching the Ecuador border.


The man and his colleagues asked us for money before taking us to the Cifa office/bus station.  This made us suspicious, especially after the incident with the taxi driver when we crossed into Chile.  So we refused to give them any money and sent them on their way.

The view from our cabaña

Two other men then approached us and took us to a different bus company.  They wanted $100 just for the 2 minute walk and carrying my suitcase, but of course we refused.  We boarded the bus for Guayaquil, expecting the bus to stop at the border so we could pass through Ecuadorian immigration.  However, at the border, officials just waved the bus through.  This meant we did not have our passports stamped and were not granted visas.

Exhausted and clearly somewhat stressed, we arrived in Guayaquil during the evening, greeted by heat, humidity and pouring rain.  Arriving at our hotel, we hoped to sink into bed in a cool air conditioned room with a lovely view.  However, an error on their part meant we spent our first night in a tiny room with no windows and only a ceiling fan.  Fortunately in the morning, this was rectified and we were moved into a cool, bright room which even had a balcony.

We spent a couple of days in Guayaquil.  It is an enormous city, high rise buildings and lanes of traffic spanning 6 across.   This busy metropolis felt so modern compared to Arequipa.  There was a pretty park near to our hotel, with an impressive statue situated in the centre.  We explored some of the local shops and ate a lovely meal at a restaurant beside the river.

Our cabaña

From Guayaquil, we travelled to Kamala, near Montañita, where Tom will be studying his CELTA course for the next 5 weeks.  We have spent 2 nights here now.  Our accommodation is practically on the beach, with a view of the ocean from the window of our cabaña.  We are waiting to hear what course of action we need to take to resolve our immigration situation, however for now I am enjoying relaxing in the sun for a couple of days before hopefully continuing with my Spanish classes and finding some more volunteer work.

Cusco & Machu Picchu

Tom and I were sad to say farewell to our friends in Arequipa, and I must admit I had a couple of tears when saying goodbye to the little ones at Manantiales, but we were also excited about the next stage of our travels.

Our journey from Arequipa to Cusco took around 12 hours.  We arrived early morning and were greeted warmly by our hosts at Hostel Llipimpac.  It felt like such luxury to be provided with a room which had hot showers and a proper duvet cover on the bed, rather than sheets and wool blankets.

Exploring around Cusco, we found the main plaza.  It was very pretty, with many flowers and looking up and around we could see the green landscape and mountains.  Cusco has a much more old world feel than Arequipa, the buildings all of different stone, darker and weathered.  In the sun, it feels hot, but in the shade much cooler, as Cusco stands at a higher altitude than Arequipa.

During our stay, which crossed partly with Holy Week, we saw a procession of police and military staff carrying a huge cross with a replica of Jesus Christ.  The procession started at the enormous, grand church and gradually wound its way around the plaza, local people throwing red flower petals as it passed by.

We visited the Choco Museo, where we learnt about the origins of cacao, myths of chocolate and the uses it has had through time (and of course we ate some chocolate, too).  The cacao plant does not bear fruit until it reaches maturity at 5 years, then it is fruitful for another 20 years.  The flowers that flourish near the bottom of the tree are pinkish white and have 5 petals.  It is believed that the cacao plant was originally discovered in the foothills of the Andes.  The Mayan people used to use chocolate in sacrifical ceremonies.

The highlight of our time in Cusco was visiting Machu Picchu.  Early one morning, we travelled by train to Ollantaytambo, a small town.  From there, we boarded another train to Aguas Calientes, the town at the bottom of Machu Picchu.  Our train journey wound alongside the river.  As we approached Aguas Calientes, the plantlife and vegetation became more and more lush and green.  Finally, a 20 minute bus journey brought us to the gates of Machu Picchu.

Machu Picchu, which comes from the Quechua language meaning 'Old Peak' is also known as the 'Lost City of the Incas'.  It was built around 1450, during the height of the Inca Empire.  It is believed that it was abandoned around 100 years later, following the Spanish Conquest.  It is also possible that many of the Inca inhabitants died from Smallpox.

It is difficult to convey what an incredible sight it is and even more amazing to think of the time and effort invested in establishing such a well built and structured estate.  The Incas who created it were incredible people, in terms of both physical and mental ability.

The site was split into two main sectors, one for agricultural purposes and the other for more urban use, where the inhabitants built their homes with specific areas for the nobility and for religious places of worship.  The Incas built using a technique called ashlar, involving dry-stone walling without mortar.

Whilst our time in Cusco was brief, we saw many interesting and amazing things and we feel really lucky to have seen one of the seven wonders of the world.

Next post:  Travelling to Ecuador.

Next step: CELTA Ecuador

Extreme Language College

Half a year teaching English in Arequipa seems to have gone by really quickly. Thursday 29th March marks my last day as a teacher at Extreme language college.

When I was first offered the job I must admit I was nervous. Not knowing anything about Peru or the city we were going to, we had many concerns. I had joined ESL forums and websites and it was the horror stories that other teachers had shared that stood out the most. The least of my worries was that it was going to be the first class I had ever taught.

San Pablo University

Luckily I chose one of the better language institutions in Arequipa. Here I have gained experience in all ages and levels of learners and made my mark, I hope, teaching English (Yorkshire!). My colleagues, who have always been friendly and supportive, and my students, who have on the most part been enthusiastic learners, will be missed.

My next step will be to start a CELTA (Certificate in Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) course in Ecuador. This is an intense 5 week course of 170 hours, which is a week longer than the usual 120 hour 4 week course.

I found this image on Google to give you a glimpse!

The course is set on a beach on the Ecuadorian coast between the small fishing village of Manglaralto and a popular surfing beach called Montanita. Sophie and I will be living on the beach, just a stones throw away from the pacific ocean, in rustic style beach huts called cabanas. We have been told the cabana will come with en suite facilities but we have been informed it will be basic.

I already have a TEFL qualification but have decided to do this course, and choose Ecuador in particular to do it, for a number of reasons:

1. CELTA is more respected and recognisable all over the world since it is awarded by Cambridge ESOL, part of the University of Cambridge. There are institutions in countries around the world, especially ones I would like to teach in, that only accept teachers with CELTA. 
2. I feel it will show employers that I am serious about my trade. I see it as the next step in my professional development. I enjoy what I do and want to be the best I can be.
3. This course in particular is 5 weeks rather than 4 weeks, so I feel like I am getting value for money and the stress of an intensive course seems more manageable.
4. The course works out cheaper than it would do in England. Also included in the price is accommodation and food. Plus we'll be living on a beach!
5. We were travelling through Ecuador anyway, so why not make the stay an educational one.

We are both really looking forward to moving on to Ecuador. It's going to be sad to say goodbye to a place we've called home for the last seven months but we both feel like we are ready for the next phase of our journey around South America. 

We leave Arequipa on Friday 30th March on a week long travel up to Ecuador with some interesting stops along the way. You'll have to wait to read about them in our next blog :)

Thanks for reading,

Tom

Guinea Pig & Salsa Dancing

Tom and I have lived in Arequipa for almost 7 months now.  It's strange to think, that in less than 2 weeks time we will have left what has been our home and where we have settled into daily life.

Aside from the usual routines of work and volunteering, we have spent much of March doing all of the things that we haven't had chance to, but really want to do, before leaving Arequipa.

We have sampled some interesting food.  First was anticuchos, otherwise known as beef hearts.  These were slightly fatty, but rather tasty, marinated in a delicious sauce.  Second was cuy (guinea pig).  Served whole, the skin was very crispy, like pork crackling.  The flesh underneath tasted a little like chicken, although there wasn't much of it.  We ate some of the organs too, but drew a line at eating the brain!  Thirdly, we have eaten adobo, a soup which is traditionally eaten on a Sunday morning.  The consistency of the soup is quite thin, and is not spicy but does have a warmth to it.  It contains what can only be described as a pork chop.  It sounds bizarre that this would be eaten for breakfast on a Sunday, but it is delicious, and also a good hangover cure.

We visited Museo Santuarios Andinos, which is famous for holding the preserved frozen body of a young girl who was sacrificed to the gods, named Juanita.  She is also known as the Inca Ice Maiden or Lady of Ampato.  She was sacrificed during the 1400's and would have been aged between 11 and 14 years old.  Her body was preserved in the ice near the peak of the Ampato mountain for around 500 years, before the volcano erupted and her body was subsequently discovered.  It is amazing that much of her skin and organs have remained intact.  Children were chosen at birth, for sacrifice during their lives.  If the Incas felt that a sacrifice to the gods was needed, the most intelligent children, usually from wealthy families, would be selected.  They would have trekked for days, in cold temperatures, to the top of the mountain, before a ritualistic ceremony took place, ending in the death of the child.

Something else on our list of things to do, is to take salsa classes.  So, we booked in for 2 week sessions, our final class this evening.  We have learnt steps from 2 styles, Bachata and On 1.  It has been a lot of fun, complicated at times and certainly requires a lot of energy.

We will be interested to see what our final days in Arequipa bring, before boarding the bus on the next leg of our journey on 30th March.

A la playa

There is a prestigious sports and social club in Arequipa, 'Club Internacional'.  In additon to numerous swimming pools, tennis courts, football courts, restaurants, general areas for socialising and enjoying the sun (when it's not rainy season), they also organise outings.  Our landlord, Juan, has been a member there for 40 years.

At the weekend, some of the club members organised a trip to Mollendo, on the coast, and Juan invited us to go. After the cooler temperatures and incessant rain and flooding in Arequipa, we jumped at the chance to lie on a beach and soak in some sunshine.

At 5am on Sunday morning, Juan, Tom and I walked to Club Internacional to meet the others and to catch the bus.  This being Peru, the bus was late of course, but by 6.30am we were on our way.  The journey took around 2 hours and during that time we learnt about Juan, who up to this point we knew little about, except that he has an excellent singing voice and loves to blast out opera music during the early hours of the morning.

Juan Guillermo Carpio Muñoz is a well-known writer in Arequipa, specialising mainly in writing about the history of his country.  He also taught at one of the universities in the city for 30 years, but eventually gave it up for a life of leisure and writing.  Who would have thought our landlord would turn out to be a local celebrity! 

When we arrived at Mejia beach, the air was hot and slightly humid, the few light clouds clearing to reveal blue sky.  From there, we took a 4km walk along the sand, the cold Pacific Ocean intermittently sweeping across our bare feet as we walked.  Being a sports and social club, the others ran or jogged, but we were content to stroll.


At the end of the 4km, we were provided with water and a delicious piece of carrot cake, in celebration of Juan's friend's birthday.  Juan then led us to the main road where we hailed a taxi to ride into Mollendo centre.

What should have been a short journey ended up being longer, as we were pulled over by the police and our driver reprimanded for carrying 7 passengers when he only had a licence to carry 5.  It was very cramped in there, with a little girl sat on her mother's knee and me squashed against the roof sat on Tom's knee, wedged against Juan.  The driver got back into the car and continued to drive, so whether he paid the policeman off or not, we don't know.

Once in Mollendo, Juan showed us some sights of interest and then took us to the local market for lunch.  Here, one could really immerse in true Peruvian culture.  We lunched on pescado frito (fried fish) and rice, washed down with a glass of chicha de maíz morado.  I find the plates of food here somewhat overfacing, and Tom even does not always eat everything.  So we were astounded to watch Juan not only clear his plate, but then order and devour another whole serving of pescado frito and rice.

By that time, the 3 of us were hot, full and tired so we took a bus back to Mejia beach to meet the other club members, and lay in the hot sun, relaxing, for the remainder of the afternoon, before taking the bus home.

When we arrived back in Arequipa we could see that the effects of the rain had not ceased.  The road over Puente Grau into the city centre was closed and the traffic diverted.  We paused on the bridge, to look down at the río Chili, amazed by the masses of water flowing over onto the road.

Rainy Season in Arequipa

Well, the sunshine has left us for a while.  January and February are summer months in Arequipa, however this time of year is also rainy season.  For the rest of the year there is nothing but clear blue skies, so I suppose for this reason that is why the city is not equipped to cope with heavy rainfall.

The endless days of blue sky have been replaced with fluffy white clouds, turning darker as the day progresses.  By late afternoon, it starts to pour with rain.  There are no drains on the roads, so the water just flows like a river down the streets.  The flood risk of being a pedestrian is incredibly high.  Vehicles speed by, drenching folk on the pavements.  People leap across the roads, trying to avoid obtaining wet feet and ankles.

Another hazard as a pedestrian are umbrellas.  Peruvian people are of a lower average height, and as such the spikes on their umbrellas are exactly at face height for myself and Tom.  I have nearly lost an eye on a couple of occasions.

No sunshine also equals no hot water, as the water in our apartment is solar heated.  Washing one's hair in cold water is not a pleasant experience!  It also poses a problem for washing and drying clothes, as we are missing the modern luxuries of a washing machine and tumble dryer, meaning I wash everything by hand, as many people do here.

Whilst we were surprised at how modern certain parts of Arequipa are, the rainy season has reminded us of differences between here and home, in terms of how our infrastructure is built differently to handle wet weather conditions.  We are also lucky to have hot water at any time of the day, every day, something I will never take for granted again.

5 Months Later...

It's almost the end of January and almost the end of our fifth month in Arequipa.  After the initial excitement of arriving in Peru, getting started with our own projects; Tom's teaching and my volunteering, then the experience of spending Christmas and New Year in a different country away from our families, this is the first month where I feel like I am finally settled into a routine.

I have concluded working at the school and orphanage for Traveller Not Tourist.  However, I have been working on a couple of side projects for them, including a pen pal scheme between Flora Tristan school and a primary school in Middlesbrough, UK.  I have also now taken on the role of Accountant for their sister charity in the UK, Pachawawas.  I was never really going to escape the world of finance, was I!  I am still volunteering at Manantiales and am really enjoying my time there.  On the days that I am there, I work with Marisol and Miriam, the two lovely Peruvian ladies who work there full time, and another volunteer, a lady from Canada.  After time spent playing with the children and giving them their morning fruit juice, it's bath time!  Some of the little ones love it, others hate it.  By the time we have got the babies dried, with fresh nappies and clean clothes and nicely brushed hair, it's usually time for lunch.  After which, it's sleep time.  I never imagined myself singing a baby to sleep, and those of you who know me very well will know that I am a terrible singer, however it seems to soothe them and send them to sleep.

Tom and I are still continuing our Spanish lessons twice a week and are into a routine with that now as well.  Our teacher, Cindy, is lovely and thanks to her our Spanish is improving, even if Tom did ask for '6 Thursdays' instead of '6 eggs' at the corner shop. 

We don't eat out as much as we did in the beginning and are in the habit of cooking for ourselves now.  It's strange trying to prepare the same meals as back home, because some of the ingredients either aren't the same or are just not available.  I did find Lea & Perrins in the supermarket though, which I was very excited about.

Something I haven't written about, but I guess is fairly significant for travellers to South America, is What Happens When You Get Ill.  Not the cheeriest thing to talk about, but I wouldn't be painting the full picture of life travelling in Peru if I didn't mention it.  The very nice Dr. Alan, whom Tom and I have seen 3 times between us, told me that foreigners just aren't accustomed to the types of viruses and bacteria in this continent.  So, some advice for anyone travelling in South America - if you become ill, don't wait for it to pass, see a doctor! 

I can hardly believe that we have been here for almost 5 months and are more than halfway through our time in Peru.  Now that we are settled and into a routine with life, I sometimes forget where I am.  I can be walking around Arequipa and I will suddenly stop and think, 'Wow, I'm in a beautiful city in South America, in the lovely sunshine, thousands of miles from home'.