A Night in a Village

The day before Alan started the Inca Trail we headed off to a village called Huallaccocha, in the area where the guides and porters live, to experience village life. On the way we stopped at a Sunday market, something that would not usually excite us very much – in the end all markets blur into one. But this one was pretty impressive. We learned that in Peru there are over 3000 varieties of potato and a good many of them were on sale!
Our guide for the trip was Maruja who also comes from the area and we stayed at her parent’s home. Huallaccocha is an agricultural community and the facilities are basic, for example oxen are still used for ploughing. The area has power and piped water but we were surprised to learn that there is no sanitation although a rudimentary latrine had been provided for our use.
There were three of us on the trip the third being Alan’s fellow walker, Bradley.
After setting us into our room Maruja took us for a walk around the area which is certainly very beautiful, all in shades of brown and beige at this time of year. The buildings merge into the landscape as they are all made of adobe – mud bricks. We came across a group of people, friends and family, working together to build 4 new houses. It was late afternoon and they had stopped for a break – women were on site cooking a huge meal which they were happy to share with us. The local brew was also on hand, some people staggered off after their supper but, even though the light was fading, others carried on with the work.
Back at the house we ‘helped’ remove the corn off a huge pile of cob then enjoyed a second supper of vegetable soup which we shared with 3 local girls who’d joined in the work. Later we were entertained by a local musician playing a kind of harp. The girls were keen to dance, very energetically! It was important not to step on the guinea pigs on the floor. Not kept as pet and not given names as they are raised as meat for special occasions!
We retired early, Jan took the bed and slept well. The midnight visit to the latrine was not much fun – it was freezing cold. We passed the bull, resting placidly in his stall after his day’s work. He was gone by 6am when we got up – with frost still on the ground.
While we were eating breakfast of corn fritters and potatoes with local tea, Ruben, the guide for the Inca Trail, arrived. Jan and Maruja waved the travellers of on their adventure and returned to Cusco by bus.image
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2 thoughts on “A Night in a Village

  1. I am loving your blog, keep up the entries!

  2. Wonderful photos

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