Woman painting in Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Drawing in Ink and Wash
The Panboola Wetlands are an inspiration to artists – amateur and professional alike. This participant in a workshop guided by local visual artist and arts educator Veronica O’Leary, is drawing on her natural surroundings while practicing new techniques.

It’s hard to believe it is only just over 18 months since I last posted about Panboola (see: The Ephemeral Festival) – a precious and cherished wetland reserve in my neighbourhood.

It feels much longer: probably because, like the rest of the world, we’ve been doing it tough in our corner. Much of that period, we have been subjected to Covid-19 restrictions and flooding rains – and those tribulations have come hard on the heels of long-standing drought and devastating bushfires. Natural spaces, like Panboola, have been a much-needed balm for the soul.

The wetlands only exist as a community space because one individual: local resident and animal-lover, Alexandra Seddon, originally purchased a 6-hectares lot to conserve it as a sanctuary for the resident birds. Over the years, through a variety of means, this space has been expanded. On Sunday, the 6th of November 2022, we celebrated Panboola’s 20th anniversary, happily proclaiming “20 years of connecting community through conservation”. The celebrations included exhibits, music, workshops, food (including a birthday cake), and visiting dignitaries.

Of course, the anniversary date was not exact: once again an event had been postponed (and relocated!) because of bad weather. And, while 2022 is the anniversary of the formation of the Pambula Wetlands and Heritage Reserve (PWHR), both the lands and the management of them have changed and grown over that time.

When I first looked back over the photos I had taken on the day, I was a bit alarmed that they do not give much of a ‘sense of place’, and are, instead, predominantly portraits. Upon reflection, this is probably appropriate, because it is the Management Committee, the private and civic benefactors, the paid Coordinator and unpaid volunteers, and the appreciative community, that make this space what it is.

I have posted photos of the land itself before (see: North of Eden).

This time, however, join me for a focus on the people.

Marquees on Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Setting Up
A range of community services, local artists, and regional chapters of nature organisations have set up displays or stalls, dotted around the grounds.

Children following an origami book, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Kids with their Origami
Under the imprimatur of the Community Peace Harmony Project, children …

Children

Hands on the Origami
… work through the steps in folding origami cranes.

Young boy amid paper cranes, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

A Boy and the Cranes
Of course, there is always one who wants to see how to undo them!

Cranes in the trees, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Paper Cranes in the Trees
The origami is auspiced by the Community Peace & Harmony Project.

Crocheted decorations in the trees, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

In the Trees
In addition to the cranes, the flowering trees are adorned with colourful bits of crochet in various forms.

Numbered skittles pins, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Skittles
In keeping with the philosophy of reducing environmental impact, Panboola makes lawn games like skittles – rather than fixed facilities – available.

People and artworks, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Beyond the Path
A father and daughter explore one of the moveable sculptures on display for the day.

Veronica O

Artist at Work
Veronica O’Leary, local visual artist and arts educator, demonstrates drawing techniques in a workshop …

Art supplies on a table, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Panboola in Ink and Wash
… that takes inspiration from the immediate surrounds: the wildlife, the flora and the landscape of the wetlands.

Painting workshop, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Drawing in Ink and Wash
Workshop participants are focused and productive.

Man in a coffee-van window, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Billy and Bloom Coffee & Tea
Small local businesses contribute their services at reduced prices to support the party.

Metal floral orb, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Michelle Richmond’s Orb
Nearby Tharwa Valley Forge runs workshops on blacksmithing, leatherwork, and metalwork – among other things. The sculptured orbs that participants have produced make a wonderful addition to the wetlands environment.

Environmental Portrait: Man and a woman at the entrance to a marquee, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Barbara Haseloff and Dr Michael Holland
Mid-morning, we are all invited back to marquee for the formal proceedings – complete with dignitaries. Our local State Parliament Member is greeted by a member of the Management Committee.

Environmental Portrait: Man at the entrance to a marquee, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

John Dawson
The Committee President opens the birthday proceedings …

Environmental Portrait: Woman at the entrance to a marquee, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Robyn Kesby
… and the Committee Secretary recounts the history of the wetlands.

Seated people in a marquee, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Audience in the Tent

Environmental Portrait: Man at the entrance to a marquee, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Dr Michael Holland
Our local Member for Bega makes his remarks – talking about his personal love of wetlands and marshes.

Environmental Portrait: Three people cutting a cake in a marquee, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Birthday Cake
Naturally, an anniversary or birthday requires a cake – which is cut by Committee Members, past and present.

Grazing Table, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Grazing Table
The free-form food table is a beautiful compliment to the natural surroundings.

Environmental Portrait: Smiling man in a hat, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Wood Carver
On the wetlands, local craftsmen …

Wooden spoons, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

New Moon Spoons
… display their wares, and demonstrate how to make them.

Detail: Hands at work weaving, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Wyndham Basket Weavers – Hands at Work

Woven baskets, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Baskets
Wyndham Weavers demonstrate the beauty and functionality possible using local materials.

Young woman applying henna, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Henna Art
There are face- and body-painters on the grounds, …

Environmental Portrait: child in face paint, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Little Unicorn
… and the children who are benefactors …

Environmental Portrait: child in face paint, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Unicorn Butterfly
… love it!

Environmental Portrait: Andy Zarins on the guitar, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Andy Zarins
A roving musician billed as Latvian Independence Day performs on the grounds.

Environmental Portrait: Hilary Peterson, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Hilary Peterson
Inside the marquee, visual artist Hilary Peterson engages with passerbys …

Mirjam Aigner and her fabric, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Mirjam Aigner and her Work
… and contemporary textile artist Mirjam Aigner talks to me about her work.

Environmental portraits: two women, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Michelle and Robyn
Project Coordinator, Michelle Richardson chats with a long-time supporter of the project while keeping an eye on proceedings.

Children posing with a bird mural, Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

Kids and their Mural
Budding young artists are happy with the mural they have painted in their Terri Tuckwell workshop.

Marquees on Panboola Wetlands, Pambula NSW Australia

When the Party is Over …

After a successful event, the exhibits are dismantled, and the land returns to quiet.

Even without the art and music, there is something magic about this space. I always feel richer for having shared in it.

Here’s to another twenty years of being a landscape for waterbirds and community arts alike!

Until next time.

Photos: 06November2022

 

Rethymno Harbour with tour boats and the Egyptian lighthouse, Crete Greece

Layers of History
The Venetian harbour of Rethymno first operated some time after 961, during the Byzantine period. Today, lined with modern cafes and tour boats, it is a place for locals to fish and tourists to wander. The Egyptian lighthouse that marks the port entrance was built some time in the 1830s.

Crete, in the Mediterranean Sea, is Greece’s southern-most administrative region and the country’s largest and most populous island. The landscape has given up artifacts that are evidence of human settlement as early as 130,000 years ago. Even today, there are ruins and buildings dating across several civilizations.

The island’s long (1,046 km (650 mi)) and beautiful coastline is bounded in the north by the Aegean Sea and by the Libyan Sea in the south. The land is craggy and mountainous: about 5 to 10 million years ago, an intense tectonic uplift of the whole Cretan area gave rise to the many gorges, caves, and plateaus found today (see: The Formation of the Cretan Gorges). A high range – comprised of six different groups of mountains – crosses the island from west to east.

The most mountainous region is Rethymno (Rethymnon), the smallest prefecture on Crete. It runs north-south, with the White Mountains forming a border in the west, and Mt. Psiloritis delineating the east.

I was there on a tour-bus day-trip. We had started in the early morning in Heraklion, the prefecture to the east, and had driven along the rugged north coast before turning at Rethymno and following the winding, precipitous mountain highway south to Preveli. Once there, I had time to walk down the steep and rocky cliff path to a beautiful beach, where I could bathe in the Libyan Sea and walk through a rare and precious forest of Theophrastus palms (Phoenix theophrasti) (see: Preveli Beach and Palm Forest).

The return trip followed the same narrow and winding highway north through the spectacular Kourtaliotiko Gorge (Asomatos Gorge). This time, however, we stopped briefly to admire the jagged carbonate rocks that made up the gorge and the little hermitage or chapel that is nestled into one of the sides.

We also stopped in the beautiful and historically rich capital city of Rethymno, originally founded during the Minoan civilization (3500 – 1100 BC), and still showing architectural evidence of the Venetian occupation (circa 1250 – 1646), as well as the subsequent conquest by the Ottoman Empire (1646 – 1941). I wandered the streets, admiring the abundance of local produce, the unique shopping, and the centuries of architectural history.

Coastline of southern Crete, Greece

Coastline from the Bus
As our bus takes us north, away from Preveli Beach (see: Preveli Beach and Palm Forest), I look back over the rugged landscape that defines southern Crete. (iPhone12Pro)

Venetian Bridge, Crete Greece

Venetian Bridge
While we were driving, I was glad to catch sight of this much-photographed Venetian Bridge over the Megalopotamos River. (iPhone12Pro)

Rocky mountainside, Kourtaliotiko Gorge, Crete Greece

Kourtaliotiko Gorge
We hadn’t been on the road long when we stopped briefly to admire the jagged rocks of the Kourtaliotiko Gorge

Hermitage or Shrine in Kourtaliotiko Gorge, Crete Greece

Hermitage or Shrine in Kourtaliotiko Gorge
… and the once-isolated shrine, nestled into the mountainside where the highway now runs.

Portrait: Two men in the sun, Kourtaliotiko Gorge, Crete Greece

Drivers
We weren’t the only bus stopping, and our driver was happy to share a brief smoke and chat with an old friend.

Portrait: Two men and three women in the sun, Kourtaliotiko Gorge, Crete Greece

Tour Guides and Bus Drivers

Fishing boats in Rethymno Harbour, Crete Greece

Fishing Boats
I started my city walk in the historic Rethymno Harbour, …

Stone walls, Rethymno, Crete Greece

Textured Walls
… where old buildings speak of days gone by.

Lamp fitting on a stone wall, Rethymno, Crete Greece

New Lamp : Old Walls

Knossos Tavern, Rethymno Harbour, Crete Greece

Knossos Tavern
Colourful coffee shops and taverns, named for local persons and places, promise fresh and tasty food.

Archaeological Museum of Rethymno, Crete Greece

Archaeological Museum of Rethymno
Now housing many artifacts from the ancient Minoan ruins nearby, the Church of Saint Francis dates back to the beginning of the 16th century.

Shopping street, Rethymno, Crete Greece

Shopping Streets
Tourist shops, with everything from fine gold to local herbs, are nestled into the narrow Venetian streets.

Colourful ceramic door knobs, Rethymno, Crete Greece

Ceramic Door Knobs

Bronze coloured Minoan and Greek figurines, tourist shop, Rethymno, Crete

Tourist Trinkets
Shops aimed squarely at tourists offer figurines depicting local heroes from Minoan and Greek mythology.

The Great Gate - Porta Guora, Rethymno, Crete Greece

The Great Gate – Porta Guora
A Venetian gate remains from a 16th century fortress …

The Great Gate - Porta Guora, Rethymno, Crete Greece

Old City Gate
… and still makes for a grand entryway into and out of the Old Town.

The Church of Four Martyrs, Rethymno, Crete Greece

The Church of Four Martyrs
This relatively new church, inaugurated in 1975, is built near the spot where four men from Rethymno were executed in 1824 by the Turks for refusing to convert to Islam. They were honoured as Orthodox saints in 1837.

Iron tower-sculpture in Rethymnon Municipal Garden, Crete Greece

City Park and Urban Art
The nearby Rethymnon Municipal Garden is a pleasant break from the city streets. (iPhone12Pro)

Statue of Kostis Giampoudakis in Rethymnon Municipal Garden, Crete Greece

Kostis Giampoudakis
Identified as a local hero, Giampoudakis died while battling the Ottoman Turks as part of the Cretan rebellion in 1866 at Arkadi Monastery. (iPhone12Pro)

Rimondi Venetian Fountain in Rethymno, Crete Greece

Ancient Fountain – New Restaurant
New development in the ancient city of Rethymno has had to incorporate ancient ruins and remains. The Rimondi Venetian Fountain, with its elegant Corinthian capitals, adds a pleasant coolness to an inner-city space.

Rimondi Venetian Fountain in Rethymno, Crete Greece

The Rimondi Fountain
Eight fountains in Rethymno are preserved; this one, built in 1626, is the only one from the Venetian years. According to legend, drinking the waters here guarantee eternal youth.

An old Rethymno street with an enclosed balcony, Crete Greece

Old Street with an Enclosed Balcony
The Old City includes some elegant examples of Ottoman architecture.

Doorways in an Rethymno street, Crete Greece

Doorways
I spent some time exploring the more “ordinary” streets in the Old City.

Old City Rethymno street, Crete Greece

Street Art and Body Art
The Old City is a delightful mix of preserved buildings and modern colour.

Rethymno Harbour with tour boats and the Egyptian lighthouse, Crete Greece

Lighthouse on Rethymno Harbour
My walk finishes where I started – on the historically layered waterfront.

Fortunately, I have learned to set my walking app to trace my path when I walk through new locations. It – like Ariadne’s thread – was able to lead me back through the labyrinth of streets to the bus in time for the drive back.

And, I took a little bit of the region home with me: I am still enjoying the rich smells of the beautifully packaged Cretan mountain herbs I bought in one of the many tourist shops.

Text: Happy Rambling

Until next time,

Happy Rambling!

Pictures: 04September2022

Portrait: Sadu in a black headscarf smoking a chillum, Varanasi, India.

Sadhu Smoking
Followers Shiva – the destroyer and the protector in the Hindu trimurti (holy trinity) – are well known for smoking hashish. They are emulating their God, who is often depicted meditating alone on Mount Kailash in the Himalayas, his eyes half-closed from the effects of the hash in his chillum – a traditional clay pipe.

When I spend time in the crush of Indian streets, rubbing shoulders with holy men and drinking masala chai with the locals, I always come away with some new realisation about myself, or the world.

My first visit to Varanasi was not my first trip to India, but it was revelatory. Most of my time – from pre-dawn to post-sunset – was spent on the ghats that lead down to the Mother Ganges: the holiest place in this most sacred of Indian cities (see: Weekly Wanders Varanasi). The shimmering heat in the air had me wandering in a bit of a daze as I watched – and attempted to understand – the richness of life going on around me. 

I was travelling with photographers Gavin Gough and Matt Brandon; because it was a photographic trip, and not a ‘tour’, I had plenty of time to immerse myself and think about what I was seeing and how I was seeing it. It was easy to understand how Western seekers of a different way of being could get swept up in the magical spiritualism of the place. There is even a name for it: India Syndrome (see: Firstpost, Mythical or Mystical?).

My sense of slight disorientation probably had more to do with the openness of strangers: pilgrims who allowed themselves to be photographed, locals who shared what little they had, and the women, who, just that morning had made offerings to Mother Ganges on my behalf (see: Morning Puja). Of course, mild anxiety about the polluted river water I had allowed to touch my lips as part of the puja, lack of sleep as a result of excitement and early mornings, and/or the rich smells of hashish and incense on the hot air all added to a feeling of unreality.

So, it felt perfectly normal to be invited into a priest’s tent-like enclosure, and sit cross-legged on the floor as his acolytes helped him prepare the charas for his clay pipe. 

Although the use of cannabis products among holy men, particularly those who follow Lord Shiva, is ignored by authorities, it is not actually legal in India. When the sadhu’s pipe was passed to me, I bowed my head in reverence, and passed it on without partaking. 

Even in a magic place like Varanasi, partaking in illicit drug use with strangers seemed a bridge too far!

Portrait: children in a Varanasi street, India

Kids in the Market
Even though the caste system in India is technically illegal, I still get the sense that these children’s future is largely determined by the station of their parents.

Man in a shop doorway, Varanasi, India

Man on a Stoop
The streets leading to the ghats are crowded with shops and people.

Men in a Varanasi laneway, India

Varanasi Laneway
So much of ‘everyday life’ is conducted in the streets and laneways.

Evening view down over Dashashwamedh Ghat, Varanasi, India

Red Temple on the Ghat
The river and the ghats are busy any time of day or night, but Dashashwamedh Ghat is especially so. Visitors and pilgrims flock to it for the performance of the evening Aarati (see: Life and Death).

Portrait: Indian family on the steps of Dashashwamedh Ghat, Varanasi, India

Family
People come from all over India to enjoy the
evening ritual.

Portrait: Women in red on the steps of Dashashwamedh Ghat, Varanasi, India

Women in Red
As the sun goes down, friends and family sit on the steps and wait.

Boats and candle on the Ganges after dark, Dashashwamedh Ghat, Varanasi, India

Boats on the Ganges
Other watchers hire a spot on one of the many boats on the water, where the diyas – small lamps with a candle surrounded by flowers – float on the river.

Young boy mixing lassi in a dark Varanasi street, India.

Mixing Lassi
There is plenty of food available in the streets leading away from the darkening ghats.

Merchant surrounded by pots and pans in a dark Varanasi street, India.

Selling Pots and Pans
Crowded stores selling all manner of goods line the narrow streets.

Marigolds around a red swastika on the hard mud bank of the Ganges River, Varanasi, India

Marigolds in the Mud
At the edge of the Ganges River, ritual flowers are everywhere. I was told that these were laid out for a child who had died.

Hands and floral offerings along the Ganges River, Varanasi, India

Hands and Offerings
Elsewhere on the ghats, Hindu priests construct elaborate offerings for the Gods.

Buildings along the edges of Varanasi ghats, India

Buildings on the Ghats
All along the ghats, little shrines are tucked into corners of the rising buildings.

Orange Lord Hanuman figure in a shrine, Varanasi, India

Orange Shrine
Inside the shrine, fresh flowers are garlanded over Lord Hanuman, the monkey God.

Portrait: Sadhu with shiva

Keeper of the Shrine
Hanuman is an avatar of Lord Shiva in Shaivism; my host poses himself with a 
trishula, Shiva’s trident.

Portrait: Sadu in a black headscarf, Varanasi, India.

Sadhu Blessings

Portrait: Handsome young man, Varanasi, India.

Acolyte
The sadhu’s helper is a handsome young man.

Portrait: Handsome young man smoking a clay pipe, Varanasi, India.

Smoking a Chillum
He has earned his place in the smoker’s circle.

Portrait: Indian holy man, Varanasi ghats, India.

Another Holy Man

Men engaged in a haircut on the ghats, Varanasi, India

Haircut on the Ghats
Back in the heat and bright light along the river, …

Portrait: Indian man getting his hair cut, Varanasi ghats.

Having a Haircut
… everyday life continues.

Indian man in a Sarong Lungi Mundu Dhoti on the Varanasi ghats.

Simple Pleasures
Everyday, this man comes to the ghats with bags of birdseed …

Portrait: Bearded Indian man, Varanasi ghats.

The Birdman
… and takes great pleasure …

Indian man in a Sarong Lungi Mundu Dhoti on the Varanasi ghats.

Feeding the Birds
… in feeding the pigeons.

Portrait: young girl and her mum, Varanasi India

Untouchables
Mum watches on as I interact with a little girl who is the daughter of a man who manages the cremation pyres on Harishchandra Ghat.

Portrait: young girl with a garland of flowers, Varanasi India

Flower Girl
They sell ceremonial flowers; naturally, I couldn’t resist!

During our daily reviews back in our hotel rooms, we critiqued the photos we had taken, and mused how they could have been better “… in a perfect world …” with a bit more height or distance, or better light, or less distraction in the background, etcetera.

Certainly, as I look back on these old pictures, I can think of a number of things I’d like to improve.

Even so, they evoke memories of a truly magical time in an other-worldly place that I will always cherish.

Until next time,

Pictures: 10-11April2010

Wooden door on an abandoned mudbrick building, Al Munisifeh, Oman.

Doorway into Nothing
Beautiful entryways into tumbled buildings and nonexistent rooms give a clue to the richness of life that was once in the Al Munisifeh quarter of Ibra in Oman.

There is something ineffably sad about an abandoned city or town.

Ibra is one of the oldest cities in Oman, and home to some of the biggest tribes in the country. It grew rich because of its location on the major trade route between Muscat, Sur and Zanzibar, becoming a centre of trade, religion, education, and art. We we passing through on our way to the Sharqiya Desert (see: Life in the Desert and Desert Dreams). 

Al Munisifeh is a virtually deserted tribal village just two kilometres outside of Ibra. The empty village is surrounded by remnants of its original walls, with gateways at either end. Relatively modern houses are interspersed with empty lots and crumbling multi-story mansions built of mud-brick and stone. Roofs and floors have mostly disappeared, and some skeleton buildings look ready to collapse at any moment.

Our guide was vague about the actual history of the village, and the reasons for abandoning it, and I’ve not been able to fill in the blanks online.

So, we will just have to let our imaginations run wild as we wander through an empty village with still-beautiful doors, windows, and dreams.

Flat desert landscape, central Oman

From the Car
Oman is not a particularly big country, and the highways are superb – but it still feels like you cover a lot of empty ground getting around.

Empty Bench in Al Munisifeh, Oman

Empty Bench
In the deserted village of Al Munisifeh, it sometimes felt as if people would be back any minute! I never could establish exactly how long some of the buildings have been empty – as far as I can tell, leaving this village for Ibra was a gradual process.

Omani man in a ruined door frame with doors, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Said in a Doorway
Our guide Said points out some of the detailed craftsmanship.

Green painted door, in Al Munisifeh, Oman

Decorated Door
Oman is known for its beautiful and intricate doors and windows.

Ruins of mud brick walls, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Interior Arches
Even in their current state, the internal plastered walls and graceful arches suggest these rooms had a stately elegance.

Ruins of a mud brick corridor, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Corridors
Entries into walled corridors show how extensive some of these buildings were.

Ruined door frame and doors, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Doorways
Everywhere there are beautifully carved wooden pieces that surely could be recovered!

Rusty door hardware, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Rusty Fittings

Ruined arch and lintel, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Arch and Lintel
I love the delicately carved lintel over this heavy wooden door.

Detail: Rusty door pull, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Rusty Door Pull
It amazes me what has been left behind.

Ruins of mud brick walls, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Rough Arches

Ruined doors and walls, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Wooden Door
How beautiful this must have once been!

Ruins of mud brick walls, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Partial Buildings
Some of the ruins look relatively recent – and there are even power lines running through parts of the site.

Lone stone wall, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Lone Wall
It amazes me that some of these walls continue to stand with little support.

Old doors and walls, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Ornate Carved Doors

Omani man in a narrow street, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Said in the Street

Ruins of brick walls, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Bricks and Mortar
Clearly some work is going on around the village – but we saw no one.

Wooden lattice inside a window, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Wood inside a Window
The carved work inside these old buildings …

Carved wood inside a window, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Another Window
… is intricate and lovely.

Ruins, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Bricks and Mortar and Sun

Street Lamp, Al Munisifeh, Oman

Street Lamp
After wandering the deserted streets of the ruined village, finding a street lamp was surprising.

Mosque outside Ibra, Oman

Less than Ten Minutes Away …
Back on the main roads, a modern mosque sits against the desert sky.

It was a surreal experience: wandering through the remnants of someone else’s hopes and dreams. I find it hard to imagine just walking away from what were once mansions, with their elegant arches and beautifully carved doors and windows. 

Eventually, the desert will reclaim what still remains.

Text: Safe Travels! Ursula

Until next time,

Safe travels!

Pictures: 24October2019

Looking over the ruins of Phuyupatamarca from the Inca Trail, Peru

Puyupatamarca
Known as La Ciudad entre la NieblaThe City Above the Clouds, Phuyupatamarca was possibly my favourite of the many ruins along the Inca Trail.

Hiking the Inca Trail from Piscacucho, or Kilometer 82, to the Inca citadel city of Machu Picchu is an unbeatable experience.

The trail follows just a small part – 42 kilometers (26 miles) – of the much larger UNESCO-listed complex of roads, the Qhapaq Ñan – meaning ‘royal road’ in Quechua – built by the Inca over several centuries as a communication, trade, and defence network throughout the Andes Mountains.

Walking it requires a reasonable level of fitness: the rocky paths are steep and the days are long. From a starting point of around 2500 metres (8202 ft) above sea level, the track ascends to beyond 4200 m (13,800 ft), and more than a few people experience altitude sickness. The route rises over several mountain passes and through several types of Andean vegetation zones; it gives the walker access to remote villages and ancient Inca ruins of extraordinary beauty and complexity.

It also gave me a huge sense of accomplishment.

But, one needs to keep it in perspective! There is an annual Inca Trail marathon, and the quickest participant can finish in under six hours what took us four days to walk. And, our local porters carried many times the weight that we did, and were only ever slowed by bureaucracy: the steeply ascending mountain tracks did not phase them. Peruvian porters are a hardy lot!

When we walked the trail, back in 2006, there was an election in the country. As voting is compulsory, many of the seasoned porters were back in their respective villages, leaving us in the care of 18-year-old first-timers, who still did a superb job. Almost every meal stop, they beat us to the site, and we would arrive, exhausted, to find the meal tent already set up and ready to go. In the evenings, we’d reach camp to find our tents-for-two ready and waiting for us. Our arrival signalled the young men to go scurrying for pans of hot water so we could wash in our tents before dinner. The porters were ‘colour-coded’, wearing bibs according to the group they belonged to. Ours was ‘the green team’, and we thought they were fabulous.

Our second day on the walk (see: The Inca Trail, Day 2) had been particularly rugged. After that, the first half of day three was a piece of cake – up and down through beautiful countryside and magnificent archaeological ruins. While we saw lots of birds – sparkling violators, blue and white swallows, Inca wrens, and rufous collared sparrows – we didn’t meet Wellington Bear (the South American bear, or osode anteojos), whose family originated in these woods.

Unfortunately, because heavy rains had washed out a portion of track past the Sun Gate, our campsite for the night had to be changed, and we spent the afternoon walking down a steep, little-used gully trail to the railway tracks, where we walked along uneven rail ties and gravel (keeping an ear out, so as to avoid oncoming trains!), further testing joints and muscles. This took us into the town of Aguas Calientes (or, as the locals call it: Machu Picchu Town), where four of us decided to indulge in beers and pisco sours while waiting for the last two, who hobbled into camp with one of the guides well after dark.

Because we had successfully completed all the high-altitude sections of the walk, we were actually treated to wine with our dinner. After another fabulous meal (our chef was a wonder!), we fell into our tents knowing we would have to be up at 4:30 to break camp for the final ascent, straight up, into Machu Picchu itself.

Light in sky over the Andes at Sayacmarka on the Inca Trail, Peru

Daybreak in the Andes
The early-morning sky over our campsite at Sayacmarca (3625 m / 11893 ft) turns pink. ‘Sayacmarca’ is sometimes translated as Town in a Steep Place. ‘Steep’ doesn’t begin to describe the trip to the toilet blocks!

Light on the snowcapped Andes, from Sayacmarka on the Inca Trail, Peru

Morning over the Vilcabamba Mountains
The sun isn’t fully up and it’s cold, but it is turning into a beautiful day. Pumasillo, or ‘puma claw’, is the snow-capped peak on the left.

Sayacmarka atop a mountain, the Inca Trail, Peru

Sayacmarca
As we drop down the trail, we can look back up at that almost inaccessible sacred Inca ruin.

Porter with a red pack, the Inca Trail, Peru

Porter!
After dropping to about 3500 meters, we start climbing steeply again.

Porters with red packs, the Inca Trail, Peru

Red Team
We hear the call “Porters!” and the
red team comes through.

View down over the pass at Puyupatamarca, the Inca Trail, Peru

Above the Clouds
On the last rise, we enter the pass at Puyupatamarca (3640 m / 11942 ft) – “The City Above the Clouds”.

Trekker at Puyupatamarca Pass, the Inca Trail, Peru

Triumphant
We are feeling so relaxed after the tough day the day before …

Hill at Puyupatamarca Pass, the Inca Trail, Peru

The Hill
… that we climbed an extra hill, just for fun!

Puyupatamarca complex, the Inca Trail, Peru

Puyupatamarca (Phuyupatamarca) – Cloud-Level Town
The views are pretty amazing as well.

Ritual baths at Puyupatamarca, the Inca Trail, Peru

Ritual Baths at Puyupatamarca

Path down through bamboo forest, the Inca Trail, Peru

Paddington Bear Forest
This is the ancestral home of the Andean bear, Tremarctos ornatus

Portrait of a Peruvian girl, the Inca Trail, Peru

Walker and a Butterfly
… but we only ever spotted smaller creatures.

Looking over the ruins of Phuyupatamarca from the Inca Trail, Peru

Down to Puyupatamarca
The down-hills can be as hard as the ups. Those bamboo poles we bought on Day 1 (see: The Inca Trail, Day 1) got a real workout!

Looking over the ruins of Phuyupatamarca from the Inca Trail, Peru

Lines and Curves
I loved these ruins: they are written up as an example of the Inca philosophy of balance between humans and nature because of their complex hydraulic structures; I just loved the patina of moss on the curves of the ancient stones.

Hiker overlooking the Andes at Puyupatamarca, the Inca Trail, Peru

Taking in the View
The mountains and their cloud forests stretch out forever.

Agricultural terraces at Wiñay Wayna, the Inca Trail, Peru

Wiñay Wayna (2700 m / 8858 ft)
The extensive agricultural terraces at Wiñay Wayna (Huiñay Huayna) – Forever Young – are seriously impressive, …

The Urubamba Gorge from Wiñay Wayna, the Inca Trail, Peru

The Urubamba Gorge
… as are the views into the valley far below us

Salvia Dombeyi Lamiace in bloom, the Inca Trail, Peru

Salvia Dombeyi Lamiace
The giant Bolivian sage thrives at this 3000 m altitude.

Stairs at Wiñay Wayna, the Inca Trail, Peru

Steps and Water Catchment
Thinking about the time and engineering …

Stairs at Wiñay Wayna, the Inca Trail, Peru

Stairs
… that went into constructing these complexes is just mind-boggling!

A red fern leaf against a mossy wall, Wiñay Wayna, the Inca Trail, Peru

Wall Detail – Wiñay Wayna

The Urubamba Gorge from Wiñay Wayna, the Inca Trail, Peru

The Valley Below
Hard to believe, but by end of day, we’ll be back down there!

Agricultural terraces at Wiñay Wayna, the Inca Trail, Peru

Up Wiñay Wayna
In the other direction, the terraces climb up forever.

Lizard on a stone, Wiñay Wayna, the Inca Trail, Peru

Lizard on the Stones

Wild orchid, Wiñay Wayna, the Inca Trail, Peru

Wild Orchid
Apparently Wiñay Wayna was named for an orchid that used to grow profusely in this area. I can’t actually tell you if this is one or not – there were many different varieties along the way.

View Down from Wiñay Wayna, the Inca Trail, Peru

View Down
From Wiñay Wayna, it is ordinarily a five-kilometre walk to Machu Picchu. Unfortunately, with part of the track washed out, we had to head down to Aguas Calientes for the night instead. After lunch at the restaurant, we descend through steep, rough terrain … 

Walkers on a rough bridge over the Urubamba River at Choquesuysuy, the Inca Trail, Peru

The Urubamba River at Choquesuysuy
… down to the swollen river below. From there, it was a a good two-hour walk along the railway tracks …

Walkers next to the railway tracks through Aguas Calientes, Peru.

Aguas Calientes
… into the little town 9 km (5.5 miles) down the mountain from Machu Picchu.

Portrait: smiling Peruvian man, Aguas Calientes

Our Chef
This was our last meal with our trekking crew. Our wonderful chef came to take our applause; he really had prepared some fabulous meals!

Now that we were finally below the altitude sickness zone, we were treated to wine with our meal, which we all thoroughly enjoyed.

A hot shower might have been nice after all that exertion, but even though Aguas Calientes means Hot Waters, our campsite had none.

Text: ¡Salud!Ah well. At least we were all in the same boat!

Until next time,

¡Salud!

Photos: 09April2006