Celestial Bodies in the Incan Empire

Sometime around the twelfth century, a group of Quechua-speaking people lived in modern-day Cusco, in the Andean highlands. They spent their days herding camelids, caring for crops (potato, quinoa, corn) and worshipping the forces that wielded the most influence over their agriculturally-oriented lives: thunder, the moon, the stars and especially the sun.

They were not unique in their reverence for this life-giving star. From about 500 to 1000 CE the greatest pilgrimage site in the Andes had been Tiwanaku city, near Lake Titicaca. The people of this region, like the Inca after them, were skillful farmers who used raised-field techniques, irrigated fields, canals and artificial ponds. They developed techniques to freeze-dry potatoes and sun-dry tomatoes in order to make harvests last longer. As in so many farming societies, observing changes in the seasons and in the sky was a very important part of life. Their famous Gateway of the Sun seems to have acted as some kind of solar calendar.

 

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Detail from the Gateway of the Sun

 

To the Inca, Inti was the sun god and the father of all Inca kings. According to the Inca creation myth, the Sun was so moved by pity and disgust at seeing the wretchedness of the naked, root-grubbing people that he sent two of his children to earth to teach them to adore him so that their lives would improve. In The Royal Commentaries of the Inca, Garcilaso Inca de la Vega relates the oral tradition told him by his uncle:

 

“Our father the Sun set his two children down at a place eighty leagues [from Cuzco], on Lake Titicaca, and he gave them a rod of gold, a little shorter than a man’s arm and two fingers in thickness.

“‘Go where you will,’ he said to them, ‘and whenever you stop to eat or to sleep, plunge this rod into the earth. At the spot where, with one single thrust, it disappears entirely, there you must establish and hold your court. And the peoples whom you will have brought under your sway shall be maintained by you in a state of justice and reason, with piety, mercy and mildness.”

 

The sun’s children the man Manco Capac and the woman Occlo Huaco followed their father’s instructions. The first place the rod disappeared into the earth was in the Cuzco valley, at a place called Huanacauri. In thanks, they built a splendid Temple of the Sun in the area and explained to the local people that the Sun had sent them to improve their lives and started instructing them in the different skills necessary to lead a civilized life. Because the two Sun children looked so splendid and strange (wearing exquisite garments and with big ear piercings), the locals believed they were divine and agreed to follow their example.

 

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Artist’s impression of Manco Capac in the Plaza de Armas

 

The Sun Temple, for the god Inti, was called Corichanca ‘golden enclosure’ and was considered the most sacred site of the Inca World. The Inca temple in partial repair at the site today is the same one described by people in the sixteenth century. As the Inca believed gold was the Sun’s sweat, the temple walls were decorated with beaten gold sheets and its rooms housed golden statues, scepters, vases and masks to be used in religious rites.

 

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Sun mask from the La Tolita part of the Incan Empire (Original image by Andrew Howe. Uploaded by Katherine Dolan, published on 17/05/2019 under the following license: Creative Commons: Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike. This license lets others remix, tweak, and build upon this content non-commercially, as long as they credit the author and license their new creations under the identical terms. Please note that content linked from this page may have different licensing terms.)

 

The sacred precinct was also beautified with silver and precious stones. According to Pedro Sarmiento de Gamboa, there was even a life-sized Garden of the Sun fashioned out of precious metals:

 

“They had a garden in which the lumps of earth were pieces of fine gold. These were cleverly sown with maize—the stalks, leaves and ears of which were all pure gold. They were so well planted that nothing would disturb them. Besides all this, they had more than twenty sheep with their young. The shepherds who guarded the sheep were armed with slings and staves made of gold and silver. Pots, vases and every kind of vessel were cast from fine gold.”

 

Mummies of Inca royalty were kept on the site to be brought out for special occasions. Worshippers were required to fast before entering and had to carry a heavy burden on their backs to emphasize their humility in the face of divine wonder.

Like other sacred sites, the Temple of the Sun doubled as an astronomical observatory. The Inca saw two different kinds of constellations. One kind was like our western star-groupings. The constellation known to us as the Pleiades they called the ‘seed sower’ because they watched it to know when to plant potatoes. The second kind of constellation took the form of a patch of darkness on the Milky Way. To them, the Milky Way was a river and the dark patches were animals that came to drink in it. 

 

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Modern painting of some dark-shape constellations. Alpha and Beta Centauri form the mother llama’s big googly eyes

 

The great palace and temple complex on Machu Picchu was also used as an astronomy center. It was certainly used to calculate both the summer and winter solstices because two different windows are perfectly located to capture the sunlight on the dawn of each occasion.

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The ridged rock on the floor seems to have been used as a measuring device with reference to a string weighted with a stone that cast a shadow

 

What’s more, a big mysterious stone that looks a bit like a sundial and has been (retroactively) named the ‘Indihuatana stone’ (sun-tying stone), clearly has an astronomical purpose. Dieter B. Herrmann, for instance has concluded that the gnomon was carefully designed at a 14-degree angle so it would not cast a shadow on the spring and autumn equinoctes. What’s more, on the December solstice, the sun sinks behind the Pumasillo mountain and at sunrise the light projects a triangle that highlights two concentric circles on the floor.

 

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The Intihuatana stone at Machu Picchu

 

On display in the museum of Machu Picchu are several little stone tokens in the shape of animals that were probably used to make astronomical predictions and measurements. Our guide suggested that a court priest or magician might have used them to perform some kind of sympathetic magic.

 

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It’s interesting to think about how important the sun, stars and moon were to the people. If they believed the Inca, their rulers, were blood relations of the sun, no wonder they were so content to be ruled (as Garcilaso says they were)! And it’s not hard to see why they believed that the Inca really were divine, considering the incredible magnificence of the temples, and royal costumes, decorated as they were with the ‘sun’s sweat’. What’s more, the elite skill of determining dates relevant to agriculture might have seemed miraculous to those who were not familiar with the astronomer’s techniques. 

 

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A sketch by Joan Santa Cruz Pachacuti Yamqui of what he saw on a wall of Corichanca–a constellation chart. The thing that looks like a football goal (bottom centre) is Corichancha itself.

Adjusting to Cuzco

Cuzco is one of the highest cities in the world. My body, which has mostly lived at sea level, is having some trouble with it. As soon as I stepped onto the airbridge connecting the plane to the airport, it started struggling to adapt to the thinner air: My breathing became heavier, my heart thumped harder than usual and a gentle incline of ten metres seemed a challenging hike.

 

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This physical alteration preoccupied me on our taxi ride to the hotel. As beautiful as the surrounding landscape was, as fascinating as the city was with its beautiful people in distinctive dress, its old Spanish churches, modern murals and red-tiled houses, my breathlessness and growing confusion lent the scene a forbidding aspect. To my dismay, the taxi was going higher and higher– the historical district seemed to be right on top of a hill. When he dropped us off about half a kilometer from our hotel—some concrete bollards prevented him from going further—I felt a rising panic. Ordinarily, a short walk to a hotel wouldn’t be a problem, but being 3,400 metres up in the atmosphere, I got to thinking about what would happen if the hotel didn’t exist at all. The prospect of hauling a suitcase anywhere was appalling.

 

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Thankfully the path leading to where the hotel should have been was mostly downhill so it was manageable, though I was still puffing hard. On either side of a narrow, cobbled alley, adobe walls were slowly reverting to nature, paint peeling to reveal the fibrous mud beneath, with scraggly cacti poking up on top. The streets were redolent of dog poo, and dazed tourists plodding up the street had to choose their footing carefully. Eventually we passed a big square where locals were selling jewelry and colorful textiles and stray, scarred dogs were dozing peacefully.

 

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For the first few hours we felt non compos mentis. After putting our stuff in our room, we went to a nearby restaurant tried mate de coca – tea made with whole coca leaves, which is supposed to alleviate the symptoms of soroche. Whether or not this is true, the tea definitely had a soothing effect. We tried some of the local cuisine: causa rellena  (a kind of mashed-potato sandwich with mayo-and-veggie filling), pollo a maní  which is chicken in peanut sauce, and quinoa soup.

 

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causa rellena

 

As we sat zombie-like in the little restaurant, we watched people pass by outside. Among them were three young women in traditional dress carrying baby alpacas in their arms, some of the animals wearing pink pom-pom earrings. Peruvianas wear broad-brimmed felt hats, white blouses with colorful woolen shawls, pleated woolen skirts and woolen stockings. They wear their beautiful black, straight hair in braids that hang down their backs. They carry their burdens and their babies in colorful cloth bags.

After eating, we returned to our hotel feeling very sleepy, headachy and tired. That night I had a vivid dream about the city. I was convinced that there were …things, not exactly people or ghosts or gods or demons, but local supernatural entities with thin, shadowy bodies and stark, stern faces who did not want us here. Waking up, I could easily rationalize the dream as my brain’s attempt to explain the effects of being at altitude. All the same, it got me thinking about Cuzco’s history and whether spirits of the past might be lingering in more than just the architecture.

 

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conquistador getting handsy on Avenida del Sol

 

The next day we visited the Museo Inka, an artistic and archeological summary of the human history of Peru, which goes back 14,000 years. I had no idea there were so many different peoples, each with their own customs and artwork. There were a lot of interesting ancient artefacts—gourd, ceramics, gorgeous textiles, an early edition of Comentarios Reales de Los Incas (1609) by Inca Garcilaso de la Vega, the son of a conquistador and an Inca princess. However, the most striking exhibit for me was a surprise and involuntary glimpse of actual Inca mummies. As soon as I saw them I was convinced that they were the figures in my dream and that they were highly pissed off with the whole situation. I exited that particular room posthaste.

By our third day here, I finally felt up to doing something relatively strenuous, so decided to walk to Saqsaywaman, an ancient Inca fortress/temple/ritual centre/astronomy node. My map told me that it was a 14-minute walk to the entrance gate, so it seemed an absurdly easy trip. I set off in the afternoon with a bottle of water and some quinoa biscuits.

About 20 minutes later, after being barked at by two bluffing dogs and taking several wrong turns, I finally reached the gate. A young man named Riccardo tried to talk me into buying a ticket for a horse-riding tour. I kept telling him I was afraid of horses and would have to decline; he responding by merely adjusting his sales pitch, saying that I wouldn’t be on the horse the whole time. Finally extricating myself completely, I went up to the ticket office, where another guy told me it was closed. He said I’d have to go to the main office, which was 20 minutes’ walk up the road.

“Taxi, ten sol,” he said hopefully.

“No thanks, I’ll walk,” I said rather grumpily, because I was already starting to feel that headache come on again. The walk up to the second gate was pleasant enough, though there was barely enough room on the verge of the road and cars hurtled down at a great speed. There were lots of eucalyptus growing in that area and the smell, as usual, reminded me of New Zealand. Bees and butterflies were dithering about and it felt good to be back in a natural setting again.

Up at the top of the hill, I paid 50 sol for a ticket into Saqsaywaman and found myself in a grassy area with several large rocky edifices in front of me. Seeing a sign with an arrow, I decided to follow it. Suddenly, I heard someone panting behind me.

“Excuse me, do you want a guide?”

I turned to see a woman in her sixties wearing dark glasses and a thick coat.

“Well, I only have 50 sols left,” I said doubtfully.

“Without a guide, all you will see are walls.” She had a point. I knew almost nothing about the Inca, to the point that I frequently mixed them up with Aztecs.

“How much?” I asked.

“And with a guide, you will know some of the important history and the names.”

“How much?” I asked again.

“Fifty sols,” she said.

“All right, but I’m sorry, I won’t be able to add a tip because this is all I brought.”

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Maria, with the East behind her

 

“That’s OK. My name is Maria,” she said. “I was born in Cusco. I am a mestizo, like our great Garcilaso. My first language is Quechua. By the way, the quechua for ‘yes’ is arí. ‘No’ is mana. This place is called Saqsaywaman, which you can remember in English as ‘Sexy Woman’. Some people call it a fortress and yes it was, but mainly it was a temple for the Inca, the rulers of Cusco. In fact the rulers were buried over there,” she pointed over to a group of rectangularly arranged stones, “They were placed in foetal position, as they believed in reincarnation.”

She showed me a picture of a map of Cusco, over which was superimposed a drawing of a puma.

 

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“The Inca called Cusco the ‘lion city’” she said. “The tail was here,” she pointed to the confluence of two rivers, “The body was where the main square is now, and the head is exactly here, to the north.”

Maria then took me up to the top of the hill where three towers had once stood whose foundations are now all that remain. One had been a circular water tower, one had been a rectangular granary, the other had been an armory. When the Spanish conquered the city in 1537, they took all the stones they could carry and used them to build Spanish Cusco.

Near the top of the hill was a grove of trees with grey-green leaves and shaggy red bark. I asked Maria what they were and she replied that they were queñuel (Polyepis incana), a tough tree that goes easily at over 4,500 meters above sea level. Its papery bark forms a warming, protective layer over the trunk and the small waxy leaves prevent too much evaporation.

 

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The stone walls are almost incredible when you imagine how they were built. Each block of stone was dragged by rope from the quarry, which would have required amazing manpower and very strong rope. There were no work animals like oxen or elephants—llama would not have been much use for such heavy-duty work. Then there is the matter of how precisely the stones fit together. Pedro Pizarro, who participated in the siege of Cusco in 1537, marveled at their construction:

 

“And in the lower part of this wall there were stones so large and thick that it seemed impossible that human hands could have set them in place…they were so close together, and so well fitted, that the point of a pin could not have been inserted in one of the joints. The whole fortress was built up in terraces and flat spaces.”

 

As Maria pointed out, more than four hundred years later, in a zone known for its seismic activity, these stones stand just as solid as ever.

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The snake’s head is the big rounded stone; its body curves around the corner

 

Apart from its value as a defensive stronghold, there are intriguing reminders of the structure’s religious purpose. The walls include gates topped with lintels that are designed to welcome the rising sun, particularly at winter solstice, which was an important Inca festival. Even in modern times locals celebrate Inti Raimi (the sun festival) on June 24. And then there are the ways some of the stone work has been constructed to suggest the shapes of sacred animals. Maria pointed out stones in the shape of a llama, a guinea pig, a puma’s paw print, a hummingbird and a snake. It is probable that these stones and indeed, much of the surface of the walls were covered with plates of gold, but the Spanish quickly stripped it for commercial and religious reasons.

 

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After viewing the three tiers of walls, Maria left me to explore the other part of the area on my own. She had told me that it was a mound used as a sacrificial altar, mainly llama were sacrificed. The mound itself seemed to be designed around a natural crop of stone with beautiful rounded, rainbow shapes. Children were sliding down the rocks laughing and yelling.

 

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Sacrificial altar (right hill); the royal graves are on the flat grassy area beyond 

 

Beyond this sacrificial mound lay the ruins of something else. Maria had shown me an intriguing artist’s impression of a round lake in which the Inca used to star gaze, but I wasn’t sure how the image fitted into the ruins I saw nor even if I’d correctly remembered her explanation. So I contented myself with merely admiring it. At the far end, a little old Peruvian woman in brightly colored apron, hat and skirt was hobbling along to sit on a stone.

 

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Farmers on strike. The women wear broad-brimmed hats, skirts and carry cloth bags

 

To my left a herd of alpaca came bumbling along, either harassing or being harassed by a yellow dog. The shaggy brown herd leader made a final lunge at it and the dog zoomed away as fast as it could, its tail between its legs. It reminded me of the time when I’d gone for a walk with my dog May in the hills near Vancouver. We’d heard a very strange sound, a kind of high-pitched singing growl, and I barely had time to notice the cougar a few feet above us before I saw May running as fast as she could, already half-way down the mountain, leaving me to my own devices.

Walking to the edge of the ruin area I looked down and saw a football game in progress. There was a festive feeling in the air. Children were playing on the edge of the field, families were picnicking and it all felt very relaxed. The locals, it seems, are very proud of their history but it is part of their everyday life, not something to put aside and revere from a distance.

 

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Introducing Asunción

As mentioned in my last post, we suddenly found ourselves grounded in Asunciόn, capital of the Republic of Paraguay. John felt terribly sick and couldn’t bear to face a five-hour plane flight, so we’d convinced the flight attendants to leave without us and our luggage.

 

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In spite of the sickness and stress, the taxi ride to the hotel was interesting. It was as if we were on a strange new planet, and every detail was potentially unique. Although Paraguay is not so far from Buenos Aires, the climate, geography and fauna were completely different. It was warm and humid here, with those big piled-up clouds sitting on the horizon. The air smelled damp, and to the right of us was a huge green area, Guasu Metropolitan Park, where people were walking and jogging. ‘Guasú’ means ‘large’ in Guaraní, the language of the eponymous people who traditionally live in Paraguay, Uruguay, northern Argentina, southern Brazil and Bolivia. They have given their name to the Paraguayan currency – one guarani is equal to 100 centimos (and 0.000156514 US dollars).

 

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I know something about the history of the country thanks to John’s essay “Paraguay: A Brief History of National Suicide” and the recent podcast on Radio War Nerd where John and Mark interviewed Thomas Whigham, author of The Road to Armageddon: Paraguay Versus the Triple Alliance, 1866-70 . As you may infer from these titles, the history is not necessarily a very happy one. In the War of the Triple Alliance (1864-70), Paraguay fought Argentina, Uruguay and Brazil, and lost at least 50% of its pre-war population and about 30% of its territory. John has always had a soft spot for Paraguayans because of their insanely brave and doomed stand against unbeatable enemies. For that reason, in spite of our current uncomfortable circumstances, one compensation was that we’d get to see a bit of this legendary place.

When John was settled in the hotel room, I set off for a jog, hoping it would help me calm down and that I’d see something of the city. First, I passed the big mall opposite us. It looked remarkably big, shiny and new considering a huge portion of the population is very poor. It looked like any mall, in Milan, Dubai or New York, with the same brands and architectural design. Almost as soon as I’d passed it, I found myself on a narrow little road cobbled with uneven, rather jagged rocks. It was uncomfortable to run on, and can’t have been very good for car tires. I went over to the sidewalk, which was much better. The street was line with tall smooth-barked trees with veinous roots.

At the far corner of the block was a public park with overgrown grass, rusted playground equipment and broken benches. This was more like the run-down city I’d somehow expected. At the same time, the houses seemed pretty wealthy, with tall gates, tidy gardens, shiny windows and attractive courtyards. The roads were in disrepair, with huge potholes and broken traffic lights, but the private houses were beautiful. I saw a few people sitting in chairs on the sidewalk selling tropical fruit—pineapples, papaya, mango and oranges. There were even a couple of tiny cafes, advertising the usual: juice, coffee, empanadas and sandwiches.

 

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Turning right onto the big street Santísimo Sacramento, I saw the Holy Trinity Church, which was built in the nineteenth century but somehow looked older thanks to its big arcade and ancient well. The area past this seemed much humbler than the streets near the big mall. The buildings looked crumbling or closed-up. There was a line of women at a bus stop sitting behind tables topped with thermoses and Tupperware containers. They seemed to be selling something but I didn’t know what.

 

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Further on were the botanical gardens. The traffic was relentless and not about to stop for pedestrians, so it took some concentration to cross over to the park. I walked through the grand entrance which, however, seemed a little run down, and breathed an air that was immediately different. On the streets of the city everything smelled hot, dusty and diesel-soaked. Here, there was complex organic aroma of flowers, saps, grasses, barks and rich wet mud.

 

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The first little garden was called ‘The Lady’s Garden’ and featured a couple of flower beds and a small water feature. I caught a flash of color and saw that a kingfisher was perched on a rock near the water. On a shrub nearby, a bright orange butterfly settled on a flower of the same color.

On the lawn across the road, a group of teenaged boys in football uniforms were stretching, talking seriously and doing pull-ups on monkey bars. Ahead of me, a younger boy was walking up to a grand colonial-era building called the ‘Natural History Museum’. I considered following him in but I was covered in sweat. Instead, I fixated on a big old tree that looked as if it might have been struck by lightning. Indeed, a storm was gathering as I looked at it, and lightning flashed on the horizon.

 

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The next day, John was improving and we’d managed to change the flight date to Lima, so I celebrated by going for a walk towards the historic city centre. I set out along Avenida España. There were very few other pedestrians and I soon saw why; the traffic was very congested and the air was so full of fumes I felt dizzy. I was glad we hadn’t taken a taxi to the centre as we’d considered, because it would have taken about an hour.

 

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The road was lined with businesses, large mansions, churches (including a giant Jehovah’s Witness temple), pharmacies, medical clinics and huge supermarkets. It seemed like an endless strip mall and might have been anywhere. That said, a lot of places were draped with the Paraguayan flag, and I saw several people wearing a flag-pin on their clothes.

 

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The walk seemed to take ages and I felt nowhere near anything that could be called an ‘historical city centre’. Discouraged, as soon as I saw a couple of big old buildings I decided to turn back because it was already dark, my feet were sore and that ominous lightning was cracking the sky. The mystery of Paraguay was still a mystery to me.

 

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Paraguayan Pit-Stop

Every so often, usually when everything is falling into place and you are congratulating yourself on being unusually organized and provident, Fate intervenes. Along she comes with her thread-snippers and her wry smile muttering, “You think so, do you?” grabbing you by the ankle and shaking you upside-down over an open fire.

The trouble started when I booked the cheapest ticket from Buenos Aires to Lima, via Asunciόn. Sure it would mean waiting for six hours in the middle of the night in a tropical airport, but that was a small thing, I imagined. On paper, it looked so neat and manageable.

 

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All part of Gods Pan

 

As soon as we entered the connecting tube between the plane and the Asuncion airport, we recognized that damp-armpit atmosphere particular to the Tropics: a cloying warmth imbued with the smells of mildew and diesel. John saw a grasshopper chirping on the wall of the tube. A window in the women’s bathroom looked out on broad-leafed jungle plants and the floor was alive with tiny ants running frantically around in circles.

Already tired from a day of preparing for travel, we looked for somewhere to rest. The most comfortable spots had already been claimed by recumbent bodies with coats over their faces. One enterprising traveler was lying on a foam mat in a corner, for which I admired him. We found two facing rows of chairs without arms, where we could lie down. The chair seats sloped down so it felt as if we were being tipped over; fluorescent lights glared; loud announcements bounced harshly and incoherently off smooth, shiny surfaces. Pop music from the graveyard of the 1980s and 1990s wailed in the background: ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’, ‘Everything I Do, I Do it For You’, the complete works of Air Supply etc. Rest, let alone sleep, was impossible.

As the night wore on, details of the small waiting area acquired a nightmarish clarity. It bothered me that the duty-free store was called LUXYR. The local knick-knacks had a pathetic, half-baked quality. The leather bookmarks onto which the word ‘Paraguay’ had been burnt seemed particularly grotesque, but there were also knitted dolls whose faces looked vaguely deformed and little paper Paraguayan flags mounted on shapeless mounds of wood. Next to these local offerings, was a store selling Lacoste shirts going for the low, low cost of US $70 each. A woman manning a knick-knack store bedded down on a mattress.

 

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Lies

 

Television screens flashed images on the screen related to measles and yellow fever. The messages seemed to be contradictory and far from reassuring. The first image claimed that Paraguay was free of these diseases. The next image gave a detailed list of signs and symptoms of Yellow Fever, with instructions to see a doctor immediately should you experience them. Children covered in red scabs, bright yellow eyeballs, close-ups of the female mosquito…it was of concern.

By the time 6 a.m. rolled around, we were both ready to leave. John looked worryingly pale and drawn and said he felt really bad. We had coffee and a sugary and tasty slice of apple pie in an effort to revive. It seemed to work, for a while. The boarding announcement came and we stood in line like overburdened zombies. We put as much weight as possible in our carry-on bags to avoid excess-weight charges on our checked luggage.

 

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Once on the plane, we found that we were seated across the aisle from one another. The woman next to me kept staring at me and John. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like being stared at. I think there are some cultures where it’s perfectly acceptable to gawp slack-jawed at your immediate neighbor. In Albania, for instance, it tended to happen a lot. But I find it unnerving, especially at close quarters.

“I don’t feel so good,” John groaned quietly.

“Do you want to get off?” I asked, alarmed.

“I don’t know,” he said, looking green.

“Why is that woman looking at me?” he asked.

“I don’t know. It’s weird. Here, here’s a sick bag.”

Suddenly overwhelmed by nausea and claustrophobia, John stood up and decided to get off the plane. The flight attendants had just closed the plane doors so they were a little bewildered.

“I have to get off this plane,” John explained.

“Yes sir, I understand. We will open the door but you have to wait. You can sit here,” she gestured to a seat at the front. “Do you need some extra oxygen?”

“Yes, oxygen would be good,” I piped up uselessly.

John sat down for a moment, but then darted into the bathroom to vomit. The flight attendants clustered around the door, waiting for his emergence.

Luckily, by the time he came out, the door had been opened.

A flight attendant helped me retrieve our carry-on luggage, though I forgot about the Kindle stowed in John’s seat pocket.

“His first time flying?” she asked sympathetically.

“No, he’s really sick,” I replied.

“Ah, his first time,” she nodded. I should have just agreed—her hands were shaking slightly at the unusual situation. I felt a lot of admiration and gratitude for these women, who had remained outwardly calm and yet also firm throughout our stressful ordeal.

Back in the airport, staff asked John if he needed medical assistance. He refused, saying he just needed to go to a hotel. They got our luggage tags so they could haul our suitcase out of the hold, and an official took us over the visa counter. Amazingly, getting a visa to get into Paraguay is quite expensive for some nationalities. For US citizens a visa costs US$160, for New Zealand citizens it’s $140. We coughed up the dough and got a couple of fancy stickers in our passports.

One tense taxi ride later, John was voluminously sick in the privacy and comfort of a hotel room rather than in a glorified chicken coop over the Andes. We had a couple of unexpected days in Asunciόn, and Fate walked off chuckling to herself.

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Paseo La Galeria — according to TripAdvisor the #1 most visited spot in Asuncion
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Butterfly at the botanical gardens
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Paraná River, 4880 km long

 

Souvenirs of Bs. As.

 

We’re leaving Argentina in three days, and I’m having an attack of premature nostalgia. So, lest I forget, here are a few things that are special about Bueños Aires!

 

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Preternatural Patience

The people here are amazingly pleasant and patient. Tonight, for example, there was a one-hour wait in the supermarket; the line snaked around three walls of the entire (big) store, but no one yelled or even lost their temper, not even the kids. Even though the country is steeling itself for the worst of the latest economic crisis, locals are pragmatic about it and joke that every generation has its crisis–it’s a rite of passage. 

Things happen slowly here–it’s unusual to see anyone in a big rush. It’s acceptable for people to turn up later than they say they will. It’s fine to sit at a café for two or three hours with one coffee. 

Although the slow pace can be frustrating if you’re stuck behind a bunch of slow walkers, but at the same time there is something nice about a whole family adjusting their pace to a grandmother who has had a stroke or to a toddler just learning to walk.

 

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painting on the side of a magazine stand

 

Tango

According to my Spanish tutor Cynthia, Argentina’s national dance is really baile folcorico and very few locals still learn the tango. That said, tango is the first thing most people think of when you say ‘Bueños Aires’; you can’t really exist in this city without seeing references to the dance and its history. The portrait of Carlos Gardel pops up all over the place, as do images and souvenirs depicting the romantic tangle of limbs. Even the figure on the pedestrian signal looks as if he’s dancing.

 

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The Parks

The city has numerous parks and some of them are huge. On weekends, they are spaces where families picnic, teams play football, cartoneros doze by their carts, couples canoodle and dogs frolic. People from all walks of life come together to enjoy themselves and relax.

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They’re landscaped and lush, with plenty of established trees, impressive monuments and sometimes even a small lake.  At the very tops of the trees parrots nest, while at their roots leaf-cutter ants march in single-file carrying little scraps of flowers or leaves.

Floss silk trees or ceiba speciosa trees grow in most of the parks and they are spectacular. The young trunks and branches are covered with sharp thorns. The mature trunks swell up like beer bellies. The roots twist and writhe like anacondas. The flowers are incredible and the fruit are like big green gourds.

 

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Dog Walkers

Professional dog walkers roam the streets with packs of ten or fifteen dogs at a time. You can hear one pack meeting another as the barks and echo against the high apartment blocks. Portoñeros really love their dogs!

 

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Football

There are a lot of teams in the city, but the one I know is River because their huge stadium was on my running route.

Some weekend afternoons I would know it was game-day because of the rickety old buses headed for the stadium. The buses were full of people whistling, singing and amazingly good drumming. Closer to the stadium, I noticed a stream of people dressed in red and white, some a little intoxicated. Then about two blocks away (from every direction), the roads were blocked by black gates and supervised by two or police with bullet-proof vests.

The sound of cheering and singing from the stadium could be heard a mile away. Nearby, cafes playing the game live were host to large red-and-white crowds gazing up at a TV screen and cheering in unison.

At the end of it all the pavement was strewn with boxes of cheap wine (‘Termidor’) and the cut-off bottoms of plastic bottles.

 

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River fans

 

Fancy Architecture

In the business district, a lot of the older buildings are engraved with the names of their architects, or there’s a black plaque outside saying it’s an historic building. In Recoleta cemetery, it is not unusual to see mention of the crypt-fashioner’s name. But even relatively modest, ‘anonymous’ buildings have eye-catching, arty features: painted tiles, curlicues, fancy gates, molded details on the walls. 

 

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Banco Hiptecario (formerly the Bank of London) , designed by Clorinda Testa

 

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Fruit Displays

Almost every block has its own vegetable-and-fruit stand. These places are not only cheap but also beautiful. They put a lot of thought into their displays and it’s a pleasure to look at the jewel-colored piles edible plants in baskets.

 

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There are lots of minor mysteries too, such as the incredibly loud jets that take off at 11pm and 6am every day. Or the horror of spice (there’s a shop called ‘Épices’ that sells exactly two spices: paprika and madras curry). Or the monument to fallen police, which is almost always guarded by two police officers in dress uniform. Or the difficulty of finding a good Chinese restaurant in a city where there are plenty of Chinese immigrants. Or the fact that the city seems designed to block any view of the great river Plate. Now that we’re going, perhaps I will never know the answers.

 

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painted tile on someone’s outer wall