As promised ... OF THE HUMAN that I have met during the trip, I wanted to tell you. Being of "know perhaps only partially possible to speak: I was almost constantly on the move and actually had enough time to get to talk extensively with many people. But could I still get an impression. And that I would try to portray. My
first stop I made in Cuenca in southern Ecuador, a. There I was first on the dialect, which differs significantly from that which is spoken in Intag. I had been announced in advance that I would finally meet the famous cuencanischen singsong: The English have there very own tune. That was not me - but that the speed was quite different than in the northern highlands of Ecuador, did not escape me. In addition to the dialect Cuenca has to offer, of course, a lot. And because of this, the city is visited by many tourists: It is said that Cuenca was the most beautiful city in Ecuador. The Touri
smus cause lasting but not only that some few people involved in tourism have a good income - it also has an impact on the mentality of the people. In Cuenca, it was nothing for nothing: people like it wanted to see for each photo that you wanted to make of them. Friendly question as little as half as tough negotiations. The two small livestock traders wanted a dollars for the photo, which I then did not end. A seller who sold the evening on the bus home-made bags, zippers demanded for its product as much. Next, I took
me in Piura a few hours to see the city, something to eat and to get a first impression of Peru. Again, I got back to hear a different dialect: Piura is located near the coast and the coasts of Latin America seem to excel in that there is a relatively fast and speaks of consonants poor English. Man swallows with passion "s" and "d" and connects all possible words of a sentence to a German vocabulary scale, making it to the untrained ear partially problematic. In Piura, I had the impression that the only white person in town to be - which was a good feeling. You unlock them do not have to get used to the tourism and treated me with respect, but quite natural. Nobody tried to sell me any souvenirs or the like, you left me Might happen.
I was in Lima with a taxi driver in conversation, before I let myself chauffeured to Miraflores. The gentleman was friendly and was quick to talk entangle, put his hand and gave no questions, as I discovered on a subsequent Internet research, many wrong answers. I stayed in Miraflores hardly moved immediately on to Barranco. On the way there I met several runners in the early morning exercise on the cliffs. They were talkative possible. The few people I asked for directions were all the more open-minded and almost overly friendly. But this impression could not last forever: in Barranco Once, a drunk, engaged me in conversation and did not let me anymore. In any attempt to hang him, he called me immediately as a bad person, unfriendly Europeans drowsy or sleepy heads. My next acquaintance was once a taxi driver who was similar to the first, after I came back to Friends of excessive alcohol consumption. They were even nice, but somewhat uncomfortable. And that one of these encounters ended with the most expensive Pisco Sour of the planet, I have already written.
Next on the program as of Cusco. Here we came first in a hostel under whose owners also tours to Machu Picchu offers. The Lord was indeed friendly, but constantly tried to sell us one of his tours. Generally, I had the impression in Cusco, know that many of the people living there, how to deal with tourists welcome in the first place - the customer is king. And always with the goal of getting rid of their product - money rules the world. In the restaurant where Annie and I ate lunch on the first day, we talked for a while with the waiter, whose kindness and willingness to help us enthusiastic: the young man gave us numerous tips on upcoming trip to Machu Picchu. It was a little disillusioning, as we saw him again after the company and he spoke to us - without to remember us, although we certainly longer than half an hour had entertained. In addition to the staff of hostels and restaurants, there were a large number of women who wore the garb of Cusco and wanted to earn money by posing for the tourists, often with a llama on a leash. The few people who were not employed in the tourism industry, yet we came to talk with were all very nice: eye locks, made interesting and apparently at least a little!
In Machu Picchu itself, we met no Peruvians. Especially Brazilians and Argentinians their way here, where the former were almost invariably equipped with flags, which they wore on Huayna Picchu to be photographed there as a good patriot. The South African backpacker mostly occurred on other than their North American or European counterparts: almost always in quite large groups of five or more people, and often a bit louder: The famous temper of Latinos as it were ...
Overall, I would in the few impressions that I gained from Peru say that it seemed to me as if the Peruvians, mostly good for tourism, which plays in some places an important role, prepared and set were . They treated us not as a hostile white colonizers or full of envy, but as potential customers what the situation so thoroughly just was. And if it's not all about business went, the people there were also very nice, if not more friendly.
something different was in Bolivia. In Copacabana we saw almost only tourists who came for it on the Isla del Sol
in contact with local population. There, too, played and tourism plays an important role. However, it seems more likely to see foreigners in the conquerors, and people who harm nature and the island community. To give money, we were good enough, otherwise we were met rather repellent. It took a while for the ice between the owner of our beautiful hostels and we began to melt - then we had some nice conversations and we felt very comfortable with the
señora . When we took a hike to the northern half of the island, we found on a beach in masses of tourists who camped on the beach, grilled, drank, and probably also occasionally consumed various drugs. I assume that the bad image that people have of the stranger, is characterized first and foremost of these visitors.
In La Paz we arrived in a rather dubious hostel at: Every evening there from the hostel organized parties, in whose center is definitely the alcohol was. However, no one was allowed to consume their own drinks to diminish rather than the profit. But why should this kind stores where it only "fun" is given, not even in South America? I had something prejudiced, as I'm that, more in Amsterdam - but it seems also to give tourists do not only the typical backpacker program. Apart from the hostel was, where during the two nights we spent there, demolished the Bathroom and liquor consumed in vast quantities and at enormous volume, we were really only tourisitische corners of the city to see.
In Uyuni we are also accustomed to tourists throughout the year back to leave and, on the way to the tour to the Salar de Uyuni, or. We talked with the nice lady, whose tour company drove us to the Salar, or we came up with unfriendly shopkeepers and waiters in touch slow. And how can it be that there was pizza place not too late, only in very few of the many pizzerias, I can still not explain: if it really is true that the influx of tourists throughout the year remains the same over, should you are in the restaurants actually set out ...
The Salar were almost only foreigners on the road, apart from the drivers and the staff was at every rest stop, and before each toilet to collect around. It has apparently noticed in Bolivia that can earn good money with tourism. As in many places not yet arrived seems to be: The fact that tourists feel more comfortable when they are kindly treated and at least pretend that it was not just about money. And that tourists tend to return to places where they felt treated well - or at least recommend this place.
In Potosí was the most interesting encounter with the old two women dressed in traditional costumes who asked us for cigarettes. Why, that I was clear only later: It is anything but common for women to smoke in public, and even more unusual seemed to me the elderly in the two ladies who were sitting at the plaza principal
on the sidewalk and talking. The situation was quite strange, as the women we asked them to make the cigarettes too, because they did not seem like it worked. As part of the tour of the mines of Potosi, we then learn that when you Kokakauen often smokes, the smoke but not inhale, but with it a sense the soaked sheets "washed" to give the juice a different flavor. I suspect that this was the reason why the two ladies wanted to smoke. In Potosí, we also got to know a nice woman who sold us the tour of the mines, and came into the conversation with some gentlemen, some of which are already retired (ex-miners), some still working: One of them has been very confident, Evo Morales plunge this year and to get his party to power.
Evo Morales is the first indigenous president of the country (and continent) and raised high hopes in the numerically much superior low proportion of the population: it would be the indigenous population a voice, to her more influence and thus help to increase their prosperity. Since the constitutional amendment that Bolivia has officially plurinacional to a "
em done" state, but seems not much happened to be, and at least since the end of the last
gasolinazo Year, which led to fuel and gas prices have almost doubled, and thus all the goods had to be more expensive, the anger on the president great. This latter had indeed simply trying to occur through the elimination of subsidies for fuel and gas to the smuggling of goods to neighboring countries.
went to Potosi to Sucre, where we were staying only briefly. Remarkably, the different chocolate shops where really delicious chocolates were sold, which should not hide on the German market.
In Cochabamba, we had more time. I had the impression that there was to see there not so many costumes that indigenous Culture that is not quite so present was. (Henry will correct me if wrong, I hereby lay ...) The
Cochabambinos made an overall relaxed and friendly impression. Some asked us on the street where we were then, and talked to us, other residents of "the German Wlethauptstadt volunteers" could be one of us no longer continue to impress.
Bolivia I was very well liked: Although I am always on the harshness and ignorance (as if all whites were rich and came from the United States ...) annoyed predominated, but the positive impressions, the colors, the costumes , spectacular Landscapes, good food. And again I had to ask myself: How would we be Germans, if our government financially in the end, all the corrupt authorities and the promises of the politicians were all lies? How would we tick if we can not trust a [political] system, education would be a rare commodity and very few of us would have a secure future? How would we respond to all the foreign visitors who visit Germany and would zurückflögen then return to their more affluent countries? I do not know ...
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