Blogs from Cochabamba Department, Bolivia, South America - page 22

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Was published on Sunday 29th. Puerto Villarroel desea convertirse en un asilo del eco-turismo, pero debe encontrar un equilibrio entre la venta hacia fuera y preservar su paraíso de la selva Paraíso Oculto Por Melanie Stern Si usted toma el surubí que va de Cochabamba a la zona turística mas popular del Chapare, Villa Tunari un poco mas allá está Ivirgazama y dobla a la izquierda encontrará las orillas del río Ichilo, y Puerto Villarroel, un pueblo de 2000 personas. Este no tiene ninguna de las comodidades que podría encontrar en Villa Tunari, como ser baños, cafés, Internet, hoteles y discotecas, sin embargo esto se compensa con la tranquilidad y la imponente naturaleza, lo que lo hace un lugar muy atractivo si quiere un escape de la vida de la ciudad Puerto Villarroel entra mas en ... read more


After a very fun night in Bolivia, I have awoken to what I would define as the opposite of a hang over. (Here in Cochabamba, they use the Quechua word for hangover - chuchaqui). I am completely enchanted with this county, its people (especially the morning broom sweepers), its music, its crazy discotecas. And - not for the first time - I do not quite feel ready to leave. Last night, there was a Noche de Bohemia, basically a coffee house. Some students played songs. Another student and I picked a song on the spot and decided to perform. We were struggling to find a song that I knew the words to and he knew the guitar cords to. To both of our surprise, the first song we mutually knew was The Decemberists, Eli the Barrel ... read more


So, yesterday Im on the bus from Villa Tunari to Cochabamba. Im just sitting by the window, minding my own business when this little boy and his sister come and squeeze in next to me. Its a tight squeeze, the boy is nuzzled up against my leg and they are a bit smelly, but they are pretty cute so I think, what the hell, I dont mind. The boy is looking up at me so innocently with these huge, brown, almond shaped eyes. We make eyes at each other for awhile, and then I turn back to the window and try to fall asleep. The next thing I know, I wake up to a warm, wet sensation spreading across my leg. I look down, the boy is still looking at me as if butter wouldnt melt. ... read more


swish. swish. swish. if i do not wake up to the many howling and barking dogs in the streets of Cochabamba in the morning, i wake up to the sound of a broom. swish swish swish, sweeping the street. When I look out the window (as if i don´t know what i´m about to see), i see one, two, or sometimes multiple Bolivian women - with their braids, skirts and composure, sweeping the street or sidewalks in front of the houses where they work. The maids here are called empliadas, and many of the wealthy families have an empliada. My family does not. The daily sweeping of the streets reminds of me of a story my sister brought back from Togo. Amber said that her host mother, and many other Togolese people, would sweep the yard. ... read more


The other day, I met one of my next-door neighbors, a very pleasent, older man named Jorge. As I sat as his kitchen table, he offered me tea, bread, and cake - all of which I accepted. I sat at the table and spoke Spanish with him, his brother, and another student (the one Jorge is hosting). I felt so warm and welcome there in that kitchen. As I was leaving, Jorge said, If you ever need anything, or whenever you want to come here, come. This is your house. When I got home, I had a nice conversation with my host mom. Having conversations in Spanish take a little less effort ever day. When I started to do the dishes, she said she could do them. I insisted and said, Cuando yo llavo los platos, ... read more


The fact that today is the fourth of july had not even crossed my mind. And if it had, i doubt i would have felt compelled to celebrate. But some people here at the institute planned una fiesta, and it was a lot of fun - a good excuse for cake. The site of fireworks against the stars is mesmerizing, lots of 'ohhhs´ and ´ahhhs.´ Bolivian miners, most from the Huanuni mine, have gone on strike in the city of Oruro (which I passed through this weekend). Over 1,000 miners have started roadblocks both in Oruru and in other cities, such as La Paz. Some students here had to change their weekend travel plans because buses cannot get through to La Paz. I do not fully understand the situation, I wish my Spanish were better so ... read more


After La Paz we traveled 8 hours south to Cochabamba arriving fairly late at 9pm and then the usual lovely walk around trying to find somewhere to stay. Luckily it was a safe enough place and we stayed in a nice place where the owner gave us loads of local advice telling us where’s safe and places to stay away from. Cochabamba doesn’t have much to offer and we only used it as a place to break up our journey to Sucre. We only stayed 2 nights and the highlight, well for Michelle anyway was possibly the largest market we have ever been too and that’s saying something, as some of the ones in Asia were huge! The place went on and on and is probably the first place we have found within the year ... read more
Bright and colourful market stalls
Dried meat anyone!
Sucre


I got back from four days in Puerto Villarroel, a tiny settlement of 200 people in in the Amazon Basin, last night. The experience was absolutely unforgettable: the place is stunningly remote, with one phone for the whole town manned by the local Entel office whose manager calls those with a call waiting by hollering through a megaphone that can be heard across the town, and no internet. Who could guess how long mail would take to reach that place? A group of about fifteen TAPA volunteers from different projects were on the trip. We all signed up the previus week thinking we were trotting off for a free holiday in the jungle, staying in the TAPA-owned house there where two other volunteers were working in the local guarderia (day care centre) and farm. But TAPA ... read more


Today was my first full day in Cochabamba, after 2 days in La Paz, and one day traveling between the two cities. My impressions of Bolivia are many, and intense, and scattered. Being in a new place is so invigorating! The women here are incredible. By observing them, I cannot help but think they are wise. Many of the older women dress in the traditional skirt and hat of the indigenous people. The indigenous population in Cochabamba is largely Quechua, while in La Paz, it is the Amaryas. And many carry large loads wrapped in blankets on thier backs, either the goods they´re selling on the street, or their children. I have seen many of these women either alone, or with other women, but rarely with men. Perhaps a coincidence, but nonetheless interesting. While walking through ... read more


Ok, so lets go back a few weeks. I am writing from the mountains in Coroico, but I havent really had a chance to update until now. So apologises if it sounds vague, or incorrect, or exagerated (!). I met Lisa and Galen in La Paz, on around the 28th May I think, and in the morning we got the bus to Cochabamba. After going for what was promise to be, and perhaps was, the best pizza in Bolivia, we went to the agricultural school that they work with (called Aldeas SOS). Slightly ambivalent about cochabamba seen at night, I crashed out in one of the student rooms (after putting up my tent on the bed to make it feel more like home!) When I woke up, I felt slightly better. The school is quite incredible. ... read more




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