A view from downtown |
So I
managed to make it out of the city this week.
In our project we have about 4 families that live in the town of
Huayhausi. It is about a two hour ride
south of the city. Wednesday morning
Justus, I, and our coordinator of our project Cinthya hopped on a minibus
heading south. I was extremely excited
to get out of the busy city for a day and see the REAL Bolivia. As we made our way through the city we
reached the edge where the road winds through a few mountains heading towards
the countryside. As we crested over a
hill in the road, I began to see a green valley. I stared out the window in awe as we winded
down a dirt road around the side of a mountain overlooking a lush green valley
between the mountains. It was a very
calming sight. I began to forget that I
was crammed in a minibus with a bunch of snoring cholitas. Eventually the bus made its way down the dirt
road through the valley. We were
surrounded by fields of corn, flowers, and all kinds of vegetables. I began to realize we were in the land of
beards and tattered clothes. People here
just live their life and aren’t trying to impress the people around them like
in the city. They weren’t extremely
concerned with appearance but seemed to be more authentic.
We
continued winding through the beautiful green valleys and mountains for about
an hour. At one point we were coming
around this narrow bend on the side of a mountain when we were met face to face
with a rather large piece of equipment grading the road. It was a little startling to be honest. We ended up having to back down the road a
little ways until we reached a spot wide enough for it to pass. Finally we were back on our way. I was amazed about how different everything
was outside of the city. We were passing
through the middle of fields and driving through shallow rivers. Definitely not a common thing to do in the
city but I felt at home. Eventually we
reached our first stop. We hopped of the
minibus in a small little cluster of brick and adobe houses. Justus and I looked so out of place. Two tall white gringos in the middle of
nowhere with backpacks and a cooler. We
had to pack our lunch the morning of the trip because where we were going there
are no restaurants and very few tiendas.
As we were standing there on the side of the road we decided since we
were gringos it was time to put on some sunscreen. It was quite a bit warmer than in the city
because we were at a lower elevation. I
say around 70⁰F ( about a 20 degree change in temperature).
Well we
didn’t exactly know where the first family’s house was so we had to ask. There was this old guy just sitting on the
side of the road. The first thing
Cinthyia said was “I hope this guy speaks Spanish”. I was a little confused for a second until I
remembered that a majority people in the countryside speak Ayamara as their
first language. Not all of them know
Spanish. Well in this case he was one of
those people. We finally found some
ladies in front of a small tienda who pointed us down the road. We got to a cluster of houses where we just
began knocking on doors until we found the family. It was a mother and her two sons. They invited us in and offered us a glass of
Pepsi. Notice I said “A GLASS.” That is all they had, one glass. The kids proceeded to show me a around the
yard and their pet kitten. I couldn’t
get over how beautiful of a view they had.
It was so peaceful and calm. They
offered us some lunch that they were cooking but we hadn’t the time because we
had to keep moving so we could make it home before dark. We told them buy and made our way back to the
road in time to catch a big red school bus.
A lot of people stared at us as we got on. I think they were a bit confused about why
there were two tall white guys in this part of the country. It’s not like it is a popular tourist
attraction. We rode with them for a
short bit until we approached where the second family lived. She lived in a small house on the side of the
main road. She had a little tienda in
front of the house. I have no clue how
much she sells in this little store because it is not like she had many
customers. She showed us around the
house and where they sleep. Just like in
the first house we went to she didn’t have water. We asked her where they go to the bathroom
and just like in the first house she pointed to the mountain side behind the
house. That is normal life in the
countryside. We sat in the tienda with
her waiting on a minibus to pass by to take us further down the road but
nothing came. As we were sitting there
she offered us a bottle of orange drink but we told her no thank you because we
already had enough to carry. She then
handed us some ice cream bars. I cannot
get over how these people who have nothing are so willing to give us stuff to
make us feel welcome.
Well
since the bus wasn’t coming we decided to walk down the road to the next
family. We walked for about 30 minutes
until we got to a house on the edge of a cliff with a ol’ green FORD truck
sitting in front of it. We knocked but
no one answered. I could hear kids
playing down the cliff by the river. We
shouted out to them and they came running up.
It was two of the kids of the family.
We asked where their parents were and they told us that they were at the
hospital in the city because their mother had just had another baby the night
before. So the 12 year old little girl
was left in charge of her brothers while her parents were gone for a couple
days. This still baffles me. We talked to them for a few minutes then set
off towards the last family we had to visit.
Well I’m guessing school had just gotten out because we were walking
with a group of little kids down the road.
Picture this: two tall white guys walking down the road surrounded by
about 15 kids half their size walking down the road in the middle of
nowhere. It was quite amusing. It was a short walk to the last family’s
house. We visited with them for a short
while. Again they were very
welcoming. So we decided it was about
time to start heading back.
Don't we seem so out of place |
We
walked down to the bus stop (a small dirt spot on the side of the road with a
log to sit on). We ate our sandwiches
and waited for the bus to come by. We
could see about 2 or 3 miles down the road through the valley. So we knew if a bus was coming or not. We waited and waited and waited. I think we waited for about an hour and a
half before we finally saw a minibus coming in the far distance. Finally about 5 or 10 minutes later it
finally arrived. It was kind of nice
sitting and waiting for the bus though.
We just sat there taking in the beautiful sight and enjoying the nice
breeze and watching pigs and herds of sheep walk by. When the bus arrived we noticed a group of
kids riding on top on their way home from school. Then we began our long ride home. On the way we came around a turn and about
had a head on collision with a dump truck.
Again it was a little startling but this a common thing on the country
roads apparently. Finally after a long
day we were back in the city and heading back to the house. I was glad to be home so I could lie down in
my bed but I truly enjoyed my time being out of the city. It reminded me of home. It was so beautiful and peaceful. Also, there was so much to be explored. I
could have walked around for days taking it all in.
My dream home in the middle of the valley |