Passage thru the Andes, of Peru and Copan, Honduras
It was a wondrous trip as always, to Peru, and beyond. We caught our plane as usual in St. Paul, Minnesota, and landed in Lima, Peru…no change in time, thus, no jet leg, always a relief. There we [we, being: my wife Rosa and I] mulled about a few days and met some friends ate at our favorite cafes and I got bus tickets to head on to Huancayo, beyond the 15,000-foot Andes and the Mantaro Valley, all quite breathe taking. About a hundred miles into the Andes our bus broke down, there we stayed until morning (about eight hours) and caught another bus as it was sent from Lima to take us forward. In the Andes, sometimes you think the rocks on the reclining cliffs and mountains are going to fall right on top of you, and I’m sure sometimes they do. But the beauty of the Andes can only be felt in poetry or music I do believe, to its fullest anyhow. There are cows and horses, and dogs and alpacas all running about. Pigs died up to old huts, and rivers running every which way. It is hard to take your eyes off the next picture laying forward as you gaze out your bus window.
The people in Huancayo are a warm and sensitive to your presence, smiling people, with a touch of grace and magical charm. We arrived on Sunday, and so a kind of market fair was in place. I ate until my heart was over content. The next day I went and visited the milk factory, my brother-in-law’s a big shot I think up there, got me in like a wiz and I got to taste the cheese, and all the dairy products.
In the following days, in this city by the Andes, of some 260,000-inhabidents, and its lovely plaza area (Plaza de Arms), with its grand church, I did a lot of shopping and found a great place for coffee; everything very cheep, even cheaper than in Lima, and surely a lot cheaper than the tourist spots around. Not many gringos up this way. In addition, I went out into the countryside and found a few archeological sites, dating to about 700 AD, not hard to find in Peru, and in the Andes. One evening my wife and I, along with some family members went out to the Laguna de Paca, a lake with a legend (with a town-let nearby), which I wrote a poem about later. And the next day I went to an old adobe church, dating back to 1534 AD, Saint Sebastian, with a sage involving the treasure of Catalina Wanka, and again did a poem on her thereafter, now published in the local newspaper.
Read the full article by Dennis Siluk.
The people in Huancayo are a warm and sensitive to your presence, smiling people, with a touch of grace and magical charm. We arrived on Sunday, and so a kind of market fair was in place. I ate until my heart was over content. The next day I went and visited the milk factory, my brother-in-law’s a big shot I think up there, got me in like a wiz and I got to taste the cheese, and all the dairy products.
In the following days, in this city by the Andes, of some 260,000-inhabidents, and its lovely plaza area (Plaza de Arms), with its grand church, I did a lot of shopping and found a great place for coffee; everything very cheep, even cheaper than in Lima, and surely a lot cheaper than the tourist spots around. Not many gringos up this way. In addition, I went out into the countryside and found a few archeological sites, dating to about 700 AD, not hard to find in Peru, and in the Andes. One evening my wife and I, along with some family members went out to the Laguna de Paca, a lake with a legend (with a town-let nearby), which I wrote a poem about later. And the next day I went to an old adobe church, dating back to 1534 AD, Saint Sebastian, with a sage involving the treasure of Catalina Wanka, and again did a poem on her thereafter, now published in the local newspaper.
Read the full article by Dennis Siluk.
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