As part of our Inca Trail tour with G Adventures we visited Ccaccaccollo, a small community in the Sacred Valley that still lives in the traditional Peruvian way of life. We visited the women’s weaving project where we met some of the ladies who showed us how they worked from hand-spinning the wool, making natural dyes to dye the wool and then weaving it.
To me, the window seat of a plane is like candy to a baby. I love flying and I always try to grab a window seat so I can watch the world go by and ooh and ahh as we get a glimpse of our next destination as we come in to land. Sitting slightly behind the wing of the plane is my favourite spot where I can get some great shots of the sky or the landscape below us with the tip of the wing lined up perfectly. It helps that Mr Ayla doesn’t like flying in the slightest so he’s always perfectly happy to let his eager wife take the best seat 🙂
Seeing as we’ve had a fair bit of sunshine and hot weather in London recently, I thought I’d continue the sunny theme on the blog. It’s no surprises that this weather has had me daydreaming about sunning myself on a tropical beach somewhere with the cool sea to jump into whenever it takes my fancy. Instead, I’m stuck in the office, shivering from the air-con that’s on at full blast, and by the time I get home and can enjoy the little bit of evening sunshine that’s left, I’m way too hot and sticky from the horrid commute.
I am not a football fan. At all. The closest I’ve ever got to being interested in football was watching Alex play on Sunday mornings, but now I much prefer staying in bed till he gets home at noon 😉
Alex, on the other hand, is football crazy. He teaches it every day in his job, he plays football every week, he even collects football stickers like the big kid he really is. So going to Brazil during the World Cup was completely his idea. Not mine. While he was looking forward to the World Cup like it was the most exciting thing in his life to ever happen, I was just looking forward to relaxing on the beach sipping a Caipirinha.
I was born in London and have lived here my whole life so am used to the modern world and new technology, and will always be a city girl at heart. But when I travel to other places, places that are a lot more traditional and cultural than the UK, I’m often surprised by the little modern inflections I spot here and there amongst the old-world buildings and traditional lifestyles.
I found this to be the case in Peru, where the capital of Lima was a lot more modern than I expected it to be, with it’s high-rise glass buildings and fancy shopping centres.
On our three week trip in South America, we had planned on visiting three countries – Peru, Argentina and Brazil. When we arrived at our brief one night stopover on the Argentinian side of Iguazu Falls, little did we know that we could actually step foot in a fourth country.
Puerto Iguazu, the little town that is home to the Falls, is nestled in the corner of Argentina where Brazil and Paraguay meet. Not much marks the spot where the three join, apart from a small brick structure, but of course we had to make a stop there, where we could view all three countries across the river.
I’m not really a fan of using my iPhone to take photos and my camera comes pretty much everywhere with me. But we ended up using our phones a lot more than usual on this trip as silly old Alex broke our camera by dropping it the evening before we started the Inca Trail – one of the greatest hikes in the world. Yes, I was angry (slight understatement!), and no, he didn’t hear the end of it!
After hunting around the small city of Cusco for hours looking for a repair shop, it somehow magically fixed itself, only for silly old me to go and break it again by getting it wet during a storm in the Amazon Rainforest. And yes, I was just as angry with myself as I had been with Alex!
I was expecting a dusty little wooden hut full of biting insects for our stay in the Amazon, but when we arrived we found a lovely bungalow hidden in the depths of the rainforest, just a few steps from the Amazon River.
While we were wandering around Lima, we came across Kennedy Park, a pretty green area nestled in the district of Miraflores. This is now my favourite park in the world – not because of the abundance of green grass for people to relax on in the sunshine and not even because of the people that gather to dance to the Peruvian music – but because of the cats. The park is home to an array of cats who roam around, finding shelter amongst the flowers, climbing the trees to hide from lively children, and trying to pinch some food from people having picnics.
The last few weeks have been pretty crazy and I haven’t had much time to sleep let alone keep you all updated on my adventures!
Since Belgium, which was only last month but seems like a lot longer ago now, I’ve been pretty much non-stop. And what with jetting off to South America this weekend (woohooooooooo!!!), it would be impossible for me to tell you about it all before I go. You are such an inconvenience South America 😉 So, I’ve managed to condense my latest adventures into this one post to give you an idea of what I’ve been getting up to lately.