Friday, 30 May 2008

Laguna de la Cocha

Oh hi! Having enjoyed the delights of Pasto in the rain. We decided to get out of the town and visit one of Columbia's biggest lakes, Laguna de las Cocha. On the lake is the small island La Corota, a nature reserve that you can walk around.

Laguna de la Cocha was a 45 minute collectivo journey away. Leaving Pasto we got a better view of Volacan Galeras, an active volcano to the west. The volcano last erupted in 1993, but apparently has a record of low seismic activity.

Volcan Galeras, with the summit obscured by cloud. You have to apply for a permit to hike the five hour journey to the crater...we weren't really up for that.


When we arrived we were really taken with the beautiful wooden houses.




This one is actually a butchers, with carcases hanging up inside.


There seemd to be hardly anyone about. We were approached by a local man who wanted us to hire his Lancha, but were were in search of a rowing boat. So hoping to find this we had a wander around.


We followed the river leading out of the village to the lake. Cloud in the distance covering the mountain peaks.


When we reached the end of the path without a rowing boat in sight we had to accept the offer of a lancha. Luckily a man was following us on his mountain bike and was happy to oblidge.

Scattered around the lake are a number of private nature reserves established by locals on their farms.

Here I am enjoying the lancha ride, it wasn't Mexican fast!




When we arrived at the small island of La Corota we made our way up the bank to the reserve.


The nature reserve is covered by dense forest and home to highly diverse flora. We were immediately stuck by how wet it was...perfect for bromelaids that seemed to cover all the trees.


We followed the path through a silent forest, save for some noisy yellow finches.




Up high in the trees we could see hummingbirds feeding from these bromelaid flowers.


At the end of the path was a vantage point. We were quite high up here, with beautiful views over the laguna.






The light and cloud changed quite dramatically as we took in the landscape.


Wiji following the trail back again.


Moss porn. It was everywhere!




Having quietly explored the trail we made our way back to the lancha for a trip around the island.










At the top you can just make out the roof of the vantage point were we looked across the laguna.


Half way around the island the sun was really starting to come out.






This lancha seemed to have no driver! She was inside the shelter and had just left the motor running, it was quite funny to watch.




As soon as we were dropped off, he headed out again back towards the island. The weather had completely changed again.


Walking back to the village.


We liked the brick addition to this higgledy-piggledy house. What a beautiful place to live.


Thursday, 29 May 2008

Pasto

From Popayan we had yet another hair raising journey to our last stop in Columbia, the city of Pasto. Apparently it gets a rather hard time from the rest of Columbia, the residents finding themselves the butt of many a joke. We found it quite a pleasant place to stay, if slightly Bridgwater-like in appearance (with the addition of some lovely churches of course). The weather was also almost always cold, blustery and raining, and apparently it is all year round. It made us feel right at home.

Our hostel was the tatty but nice Koala Inn. Here's Clair demonstrating of just how chilly she thought the place was by wearing my fleece as a pair of trousers.


It was a large old building with 3 floors around an internal courtyard. The only downside was we had no natural light in our room. Fortunately we had a TV with cable, so we got to watch House and CSI, and that definitely made up for it. I didn't realise I was in this shot, so didn't switch off my accidental 'I look really grumpy even though I'm not' face.


I have to say that the dining options were a tiny bit limited in simple Pasto. After traipsing around for a while on our first night, we eventually settled upon a Parilla restaurant called ChipiChapi (great name for an British fish and chip restaurant we thought!). This is an Argentine style grill where its pretty much large slabs of meat and not much else on offer. Poor Clairy had a rather wet salad consisting of mainly iceberg lettuce and rice. I, on the other hand, had a gurt steak on a table top griddle that continued to spit all over the place after being placed in front of me. That wasn't the best part though. I had a total of 8...yes 8 different types of carbohydrates to go with it. I had chips, boiled potatos, 2 type of maize fritters, yucca fritters, plantain, rice and popcorn! Not a hint of greenery, luscious!

The main plaza had this excellent statue of a man flashing. I'm sure there was some significance to his pose, but as usual it was entirely lost on us and we just tittered away.


Nice mahoosive date palms in the plaza. We also liked the circle of shoe-shiners underneath who made good use of it's umbrella-like potential.


One of the pretty churches that I can't remember the name of.


And another. This one had beautiful stained glass windows inside.


On our various soggy walks around the city we game across the vast Carnival plaza, where the locals celebrate various festivities throughout the year. One of the more bizarre sounding ones was the festival de Negro y Blanco. This is a throwback to the days of slavery when on one weekend of the year, the slave owners would paint their faces black. Then on the following day the slaves would paint their faces white...and it is still celebrated today in a very messy style!

We also found in the square this kind of sub-Frank Gehry building which provided us with some amusement until we realised it was full of police. Thankfully it wasn't a mirror they could see through.


The town also had nearly as many bakeries as Newton Abbot. They all had the most incredible displays of day-glo spray-on iced cakes that looked rock hard.


Another town full of 'Lentil' cars (thats a renault 4 to anyone else).


We had some beautiful sunsets when it wasn't raining. More clouds for you Fenner!


Tuesday, 27 May 2008

Silvia - The Quiet Market

Oh hi! An hour north east of Popayan is the small town of Silvia, which hosts a Tuesday market. Silvia is also the centre for the Guambianos, one of the most traditional Indian communities in Columbia. The Indians don't live in the town, but come to the Tuesday market to to buy and sell fruit, veg and their crafts.

How exciting, I couldn't wait...we had planned this visit since Bogota! On the day though we both slept through the alarm and awoke an hour later slightly confused, having missed the morning buses on our timetable. Undetered we got a taxi quick smart to the bus station, hoping for a collectivo. Better than that a bus was leaving in 10 mins, on which we each got a seat. Wiji proptly fell asleep and I enjoyed a very sedate, and uneventful journey.

As we got further up into hills and the cloud descended, and there was a damp chill in the air. We passed some villagers clearing the remains of a landslide from the road, and a few scattered houses, one of which had rows and rows of wool hung over bamboo poles in the front garden, it looked quite erie in the mist

On arriving in Silvia we were first stuck by the peacefulness of the town. Even though it was bustling with pick up trucks and lorries, people unloading goods onto hand drawn wagons, there was a strange air of calmness about the place that we had not experienced before. It was so different to the usual loud socialising, and touting of wares that we have seen in all other markets. It left us quite lost for words...we headed off to the nearest cafe on the square and had some huevos revueltos and cafe con leche to start the day.

Cloud descending over the hills behind the town centre.


The town filled up with pick up trucks, loading and unloading goods.


We hadn't seen these vehicles before. Open sided, with benches the full width. Hand painted geometic designs on the outside.


Some were more overloaded than others, this one included.


We wandered around the town after breakfast. There were a great deal of Renault 'lentils' about!


Thinking that perhapse it was quiet because the market had not fully set up yet, we ventured off out of the village to look at the river. We saw a large bird of prey with a small animal in its mouth on a nearby branch.


After wandering around the streets of Silvia, away from the market, we realised that it was just quiet everywhere...even though there were lots of people about.

This is probably our favourite bakery sign yet. Chicken features heavily everywhere too.


As well as some very short legged stray doggies hanging about for scraps, were these large black vultures on some roof tops.


After looking around the town, we made our way back to the market area to look at the stalls.


There was a fantastic selection of fruit including these yellow spikey beasts, (they are not star fruit, but more like cactus fruit). We have really been enjoying Mora berry juices, a bit like logan berry's, while in Columbia. There were plantains galore!


Potatoes were big business here, including these beautiful purple ones. There were lots of stalls selling dried beans of all kinds, also in hessian sacks.


The shallots and leeks were absolutely beautiful. Wiji could have made a fantastic leek and potato soup from this market produce.


A man stood by his pick up, full of chickens, as the day went on there were fewer and fewer left.


After looking around the market we headed back to the main square to watch the world go by. We chose our place to sit rather badly, as soon as we had sat down we realised that we were sat amongst some very drunk men who were dishing out some clearish liquor in shot glasses. One very gone-on old man attempted to chat to us, he could barely stand. So he sat down and kept tapping my arm to ensure my attention. Neither he, nor I got very far with the conversation and we later saw him staggering around quite happily.

In the main square were more Guambianos in traditional dress. Both the men and the women wearing tiny bowler hats. The women in black woven skirts with indigo blue felted shawls, with a cerise pink lining and numerous stands of white beads making a thick neaklace that was really striking against the blue felt. The men were all wearing indigo blue calf length felt fabric tied at the waist to make a skirt and felted ponchos.

The women had children slung on their backs secured with a decorative woven band on top of the shawl. Most women were carring a wooden bobbin and spinning wool into yarn from a cotton bag in the other hand. You can see a group in the foreground of this picture. Their traditional dress was beautiful and I would have loved to have really captured it, but it would have been rude to take pictures that were less general than this.


As well as fruit and veg there was also house hold goods, clothes and shoes. There were very few indigenous crafts being sold, although I did see some ladies making the traditional cylindrical shoulder bags with wool on two needles.

We briefly checked out the indoor meat market, and left reassured that this was the same as other markets, say no more! We saw some facinating stalls that had a whole variety of oils, pastes and dried plants. One had a dried bears foot!

Several stalls had these richly adorned little boxes containing budgies or finches. All the doors on the boxes were initially open, (before it rained), and the birds were being hand fed by the owners. This one was not only adorned with strings of glass beads, like the others, but had the addition of pistachio shells and a ginger pelt of some unkown ferret sized animal. We paid to photograph this one, other traders declined our request for a photograph. We got the impression that these were kept as lucky charms..?

There are two budgies in this box. (Nice biro Toucan drawing on the door).


After securing this shot, it really began to chuck it down so we decided to head back to Popayan and caught another bus back. This was an interesting glimpse at Silvia's indigenous market.