Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Independence

July 28 was independence day in Peru (independence from Spain). It is a big deal and a couple of weeks in advance flags started sprouting and men began wearing little red and white pins on their labels.

On the day after Independence Day there is a big military parade downtown. Traditionally, the parade lasts about four hours. This year common sense prevailed and the President cut it down to two hours. In any event, we didn't go, but we happened upon a local parade in our town, La Molina.

The town held the parade the Saturday before, although we did not know that. Evie and I were walking over to Tottus for grocery shopping and found the streets blocked and heard the drums of a marching band in the distance. I headed off towards the drums. Evie, focused on the purpose of the walk, continued on towards Tottus.  We both ended up watching the parade, however, but at different places.

The parade was largely the high school marching bands and drill teams along with floats from other schools and other local organizations. The parade tradition here is the "goose step." While it may strike many Americans of excessive militarism, they don't see it that way. It is actually difficult to do together as a group, but fun to watch. The students selected for the parade spend hours practicing it.




Some young men from one of the high schools looking good.


And these goose stepping girls can hold their own against anyone.


Lame is the only word to describe this pitiful effort by the faculty. Evie tried to cover for them, noting that some of the women were in heels. But, seriously, anyone so fashion conscious to wear high heels to goose step in a military parade just isn't into the moment.

A video clip.


Listen carefully Simon and Garfunkel fans and you may recognize the tune.


I didn't stay around to watch the whole parade, but went to find Evie at the store. The intersection in front of the store was closed off and used as the assembly area for the parade. These are pictures of some floats and groups getting ready to march in the parade. This is where Evie ended up too.


Celebrating their Catholic, Spanish heritage.


In the tradition of a military parade


Some Inca warriors


A karate school warming up


I think these are little Inca and Spanish soldiers


Celebrating earth, farms and animals


A snake for the jungle theme


An Inca princess



A jungle float

They had special devotional and celebration in the Area Office dinning room. The highlight was these two dancing the "marinera," the Peru national dance. According to Wikipedia, it is an "elegant and stylized reenactment of a courtship, and it shows a blend of the different cultures of Peru." It was fun to watch. If you're going to have a national dance, this seems a great choice. Because it is not just some steps, but a story told by two people through the dance moves, it is not an easy dance to learn.







That's me with the dancers and Felix Gil. Felix is a legal coordinator who I work with. I have come to really enjoy working with him. A clip below.



Sunday, August 6, 2017

Pachacamac- Life and Death in Peru







This is the Temple of the Sun in the archaeological complex of Pachacamac, located about 20 miles south of Lima in the Lurin valley. At its height in the 15th century, this was the most important religious site for people in the coastal area. 

The name Pachacamac, which can be variously translated as "He who Animated the World" or "He who Created Land and Time," comes from a powerful Wari  (pre-Inca) god. Among other things, this god caused earthquakes and was one not to be offended. When the Inca took over the area around 1450 they took Pachacamac into their pantheon, but not as an equal. The Inca god Viracocha was seen as the more powerful. Nonetheless, Pachacamac was a god to be worshiped and feared by this large and sophisticated civilization.  



Pachacamac took the form of an idol, a carved totem pole idol with two heads. It was considered an oracle and was not displayed publicly for worship, but kept in a sacred, closed room with a unique door. Only certain priests were allowed to enter and then only after days of preparation. After much preparation a priest would enter, ask the questions and then return outside to deliver the received wisdom.



The site has a very fine museum and, notwithstanding her occasional expressions to the contrary, Evie read many of the informative display signs (they were in English and Spanish) and enjoyed the museum.





It is a very large site and we were only able to see a small part. Nevertheless, it really is a deary, colorless, barren site, but it was not always that way. 


In 1533 when the Spanish arrived they would have seen, not the colorless, brown structures we see today, but temples with walls painted red and yellow. The walls of the sun temple were painted red and also covered with strips of stones swathed with a thin gold film, creating a dramatic appearance and an illusion of a giant burning pyre visible from long distances.



There would have been hundreds of people brightly dressed in colors such as this textile.



When the Inca came they not only built remarkable new pyramids and temples, but also the Acllahuasi ("House of the chosen women"), also known as "Mamacona," seen above.  

It was the Inca practice to collect from leading families in the outlying communities a few 10 year old girls to come to live in the Acllahuasi. There they would learn religion, spinning and weaving, preparation of food, and brewing chicha for special celebrations. Some would become mamakuna (priestesses) and were married to prominent men or assigned to religious duties. The most skilled and physically perfect were sent to Cusco to become secondary wives or concubines of the Inca emperor and other noblemen. 

The area was located near a stream and the Inca cleverly routed the water through the area to provide water pools for these chosen women.  You can see the distinctive Inca architecture in the trapezoid doorways. It must have been a beautiful, pleasant and vibrant place. 

Some of these women were chosen, however, for another purpose, to be sacrificed in the highest ritual of their religion, many strangled with cotton garrote to appease Pachacamac.  

There are several cemeteries at this complex, including a special one for those sacrificed. There archaeologists found the remains of bodies still with the cotton twisted around the neck. They were wrapped in fine cloth and buried in stone tombs and each have been surrounded by offerings from the highlands such as coca, quinoa, and cayenne pepper. They also found remains of sacrificed children and various animals.


When Francisco Pizarro took the Inca ruler Atahualpa prisoner at Cajamarca, he heard about this large city and the riches at Pachacamac. So he sent an expedition led by his half-brother, Hernando, to sack the place. Pizarro and his mounted soldiers arrived and burst into the chamber, to the great offense of the priests, and found little gold, but the putrid smell of the remains of various sacrificed animals. They took what gold there was, broke the idol in half and burned everything else. 


Years later in 1938, however, some archaeologists working on the site actually found the idol, or at least a carved pole that exactly fit the descriptions left by the early Spanish. Perhaps, this most sacred thing had been taken out and hidden before the Spanish arrived. In any event, what you see in the museum is a replica, an interesting piece of ancient history, a piece of wood carved by the hands of men of a once great civilization that is now largely forgotten, the manifestation of a once great and powerful god that was never anything more than a dead piece of wood. 

The children of Israel also had their issues with idols, and like Pachacamac, the Canaanite idols of Baal and Ashtoreth are gone and forgotten, except for an occasional reference in gospel doctrine classes.  The Ark of the Covenant, the tabernacle, the temple in Kirkland and the first temple in Nauvoo, were also powerful symbols of God and like the idol of Pachacamac have been lost, destroyed, or have lost their religious significance. However, unlike Pachacamac, the true and living God of Israel lives and does not ask for the sacrifice of women and children but the sacrifice of a broken heart and a contrite spirit.





Sunday, July 16, 2017

Land of the Inca



And it came to pass that I saw many multitudes of Gentiles upon the land of promise, and I saw that the wrath of God came upon the descendants of my brethren, and were scattered before the heathen, and afflicted.

1 Nephi 13:14.

Thursday, June 29, 2017, was a national holiday (St. Peter and St. Paul Day). This was, therefore, a holiday for the Area Office, but the following Friday was not. The government, showing some common sense about what happens when there is a Thursday holiday, strongly encouraged employers to make Friday, June 30, 2017, a “bridge” day (meaning a Friday holiday that bridges to a nice long weekend). The office eventually decided to go along with the idea. With two free days, we took off to the Sacred Valley, near Cusco - Inca country.

What’s so special about the Inca and the Sacred Valley?

In the early 1400s, the Incas, a small tribe in Cusco, were only one of many small warring tribes in area. These tribes routinely attacked and plundered each other.  In 1438, something with great historic significance happened, although it would not have been apparent at the time. The Chankas, the Incas' traditional and more powerful tribal archenemies, decided to attack and plunder the Incas. The battle was not going well for the Incas and their leader, Inca Viracocha, and Urco,  his son and the designated crown prince, fled for their lives. At this moment, another son, Pachacuti, seized the opportunity to take control and rally the troops and managed to severely defeat the Chankas. Legend has it that even the stones rose up to fight on Pachacuti's side. 



With this great victory Pachacuti became the ruler, the Inca. Under his leadership began one of the greatest and most rapid expansions that has ever been recorded. This expansion was often accomplished by war, but also through diplomacy, or what in the corporate takeover world would be known as the “bear hug” letter. The Incas would send another tribe some nice gifts and invite them to join and share in the greater, mutual prosperity. Then those who declined the invitation were invaded, their leaders executed, and many of their people banished to faraway lands as essentially slaves.

The Inca empire became huge. In little more than 50 years, Inca domination was extended across ancient Ecuador, Peru, northern Chile, Bolivia, upland Argentina, and southern Colombia, stretching 5,500 km (3,400 miles) north to south.  This is particularly impressive since the Incas themselves were numbered only between 15,000 and 40,000. But, impressively, they managed to rule over a population of around 10 million persons with 30 different languages.

The Inca, as a civilization, was unique in that it no written language. Nevertheless, using a system of knots, they were very good with math and accounting. They were also very able, if sometimes brutal, administrators and farmers. They never developed the use of wheeled vehicles, never figured out how to make the iron and steel necessary to make tools hard enough to cut rocks (their preferred building material), and they never used the arch in building. Nevertheless, the Incas were master builders and engineers, which now is their most admired attribute.

This holiday weekend we went to see some of the Inca building handiwork in what is known as the Scared Valley.

Cusco


Cusco is the entry to the world of the Incas. A few important points. It sits in a basin high in the Andes on the east side of the continental divide, the other side from Lima and the coast (meaning water here flows all the way to the Atlantic via the Amazon). That means that it is on the wetter, more fertile side of the Andes. It is also very high, with an elevation of 11,300 feet.

When Pachacuti became the Inca ruler and started his empire-building campaign, he first turned to upgrading his hometown Cusco, the center of the empire, with his signature imperial style buildings made from huge, but perfectly sized, rocks set without mortar. There are a number of Inca ruins in and around Cusco.




In Cusco you will still see buildings, such as the one above, built on Inca foundations and walls, because they were too difficult for the Spaniards to tear down and, unlike things later built by the Spaniards, these walls could survive earthquakes. 



North and over some mountains from Cusco is the beautiful, but narrow, east/west valley of the Urubamba River. There the elevations along the river range from 9,800 feet at the west end to 6,730 feet east end. This is lower than Cusco and, therefore, the valley has a warmer climate and more productive farmland, especially for maize production. It is, however, a narrow valley with limited flat acreage suitable for cultivation. This problem was solved by the Inca’s incredibly efficient terrace farming techniques. 

This valley also made for a pleasant place to live, away from the higher, colder Cusco, with its frenetic hub-of-the-empire activity. Accordingly, Pachacuti took his army over the mountains and into the valley where he first conquered the people living on the west end. To celebrate his conquest and to secure the valley, he built a large city called Pisac.

 He then went eastward, down the valley, and conquered another group and built a huge fortress and temple called Ollantaytambo. Lastly, at the far east end of the valley he built Machu Picchu (which you have all heard about), more or less as a “Camp David” style retreat for the governing Inca elite. (Actually, no one is really sure why it was built, but this seems to be the current theory).

The spectacular setting of Machu Picchu on the mountain peaks tends to mislead. At an elevation of around 7,900 feet it is actually 3,300 feet lower than Cusco and lower than Pisac. This valley is full of Inca ruins and farming terraces, some which are still in use, and is known as the Sacred Valley and that is where we were headed.


Pisac




While the Pisac ruins are high up on the mountainside, the town of Pisac is located down along the river. It is a small, old Spanish colonial town, built by the Spanish after they destroyed the original Inca village. This was our hotel, the Pisac Inn, located right in the center of the town off the town square. A catholic church is on the opposite side of the square (behind me when I took the photo).

The picture is a little deceiving, however, because it is usually much more crowded. Pisac is famous for a large market held each Thursday (the day we arrived) and Sunday. The market is set up in the square and is packed with stuff to buy, extending right up to the front door of our hotel.  And there are bus loads of tourists there to buy the stuff!  When we arrived, we could hardly get in and out of the hotel.  On the right is a restaurant named the Blue Llama, which is really pretty good.



The hotel is more in the "boutique" than luxury or business Marriott category. Actually, there was a lot about it that was inconvenient and uncomfortable, such as the bathroom, beds and internet, but otherwise I really liked the place. It was fun to be there.  In the Spanish tradition, the hotel rooms surround a courtyard (here covered, like a green house). This is the dining area in the courtyard just inside the hotel.



Evie standing just outside our room on the upper level looking down on the interior courtyard.

Later in July there is a festival in Pisac to celebrate La Virgen del Carmen. It is a big deal, some people plan trips to be here at that time. The festival starts, however, with its announcement a few weeks earlier with fireworks, singing and a marching band playing in the square (which as you'll note is in front of our hotel). The band also marches through the streets, including up and down the narrow rock and concrete street (think echos) just below the window of our hotel. This was all very culturally authentic, interesting, etc., except that this cultural surprise took place at 2:00 - 3:00 AM (yes two o'clock in the morning) right outside our window on the night after our hike up to the ruins - a marching band with trumpets, tubas, trombones, clarinets and, of course, lots of drums. I really wish I had gotten up and taken some pictures and some videos to share this remarkable event, but sadly I did not.




A picture of some friends we made hanging around the market in Pisac



The usual way to see the Inca ruins at Pisac is to take a tour bus from Cusco and up the road to the top of the ruins.  Then after spending an hour or two on the ruins in the morning, heading on down to tours other ruins in the valley. Another way, is to take a taxi from Pisac up to the ruins and hike down the mountain through the ruins to the village of Pisac, and the third, more adventuresome (or brainless and exhausting), alternative is to hike up a trail from the town and back down. We choose the brainless alternative. This is Evie at the trail head.



Evie on the trail. Note the Inca terracing. The Pisac ruins are large and spread out over both sides of a high ridge. Keep in mind those terraces, many which are still used today, are 500-600 years old.


Evie taking a rest along the way with a new friend.


This eight year old girl was one of our hiking companions up the trail. Since it was a holiday, there was no school. So her family sent her up the mountain with a big bag of handmade (by her family) purses, toys and other things to lay out on the ground to sell to folks like us. There was also a couple of boys on a similar mission and who had something of a monopoly on selling bottled water to hikers at rest stops on the trail. (And yes we bought some stuff from all of them).

There were some other trail companions of whom we never got around to taking pictures, but with whom we shared much of the hike. One was a young man (mid 20s) from Pisac who worked as a guide at Machu Picchu. But this was a day off and for recreation he liked to walk up and sit among the Pisac ruins, in his words "reconnect" with nature and his Inca heritage and play his flute. Quechua is his first language, Spanish his second, and he was working on the English for his tours.  I enjoyed talking with him. He felt deeply about nature, spiritual matters and his ancestry.

I regret that I was did not (and frankly with my Spanish  was unable) to suggest to him that his ancient ancestry and culture is much different and more magnificent than he now could possibly imagine. In any event, he was going to Cusco that afternoon and, if he runs across a pair of missionaries there (I explained to him how to spot them), he will likely stop and ask them if they know this really odd gringo couple with bad Spanish named Hyer.

On the way down, we met a young woman from Ohio. She had just graduated from Stanford with a computer science major and minor in Iberian literature studies and was on a trip to see South America before starting a job in Boston. I'm sure she was aware of Mormons, but not so sure how comfortable she was with us as Mormon missionaries (tags and all). She made a deliberate point never to ask about the Church and let pass without comment my explanation on why we were in Peru. However, she was alone and walking down a somewhat precarious trail and she had the common sense to know it would be best to walk down with some one else. She asked if she could be walk down with us. We enjoyed our conversation with her down the mountain, learning about her family, our common thoughts about Ohio and northern California, her plans and her new job. She also gave us some helpful tips on using the "collectivo" back to Cusco. I hope things work out well for her.

The Pisac Ruins


Some pictures of us among the ruins. (Unfortunately, you can't help but notice, although I wish you would not, that I have very much enjoyed the great food in Peru).






These photos require some explanations. On the top of the peak behind Evie is the Temple of the Sun, one of the most important set of ruins at Pisac. When we came to the trail up to those ruins Evie instead decided to take the little foot bridge because there were some interesting flowers underneath the bridge.  That put us on this side of the canyon with this nice view of the Temple of the Sun. It was also something of moment reckoning. Instead of walking back and up to the Temple of the Sun with everyone else, we turned around and walked up this trail (picture below) with no one on it and up this pretty little canyon.






We walked up to this point, took a rest and a picture, and then went back to Pisac (without ever going to the Temple of the Sun). Although Evie and I never would admit until then, the motivation to come to Pisac and the Sacred Valley was never to see ancient Inca ruins, but to get out of the very busy, frenetic city of Lima, to walk around on dirt (not concrete) in beautiful mountains, just like we did in Park City, Utah. We love our mission and Lima, but there days when I miss very much walking around on dirt trails in the mountains.


Francisco Pizarro González

The fact that these are ruins, suggests that, notwithstanding their great empire, it did not end well for the Incas.

An Inca king died, probably from small pox coming down from Central America ahead of the Spanish conquistadors, which lead to a disagreement between two sons, Atahualpa and Huascar, over who should be the new Inca, which resulted in a civil war. Atahualpa won.  Resting in Cajamorca from his great victory over his brother, Atahualpa learned of some strange breaded men, lead by Francisco Pizarro, with horses who had arrived by sea. Atahualpa's first thoughts were to have them killed, except one or two who could be used to manage his harem. He was most interested in the horses, which were strange, unfamiliar creatures. But as he correctly concluded, the horses would be useful and they could breed more of them.



Atahualpa could have easily had Pizarro and his men killed at that time. However, the Inca was also distracted by issues from the civil war and somewhat curious about these men. Therefore, he did not immediately kill them, but allowed them to visit -- one of history's biggest mistakes. Pizarro and his conquistadors were not particularly admirable people. They were greedy, deceitful, arrogant and brutal men, but unquestionably brave and clever. In short, in one of history's most improbable victories, Pizarro with 110 foot soldiers and 67 cavalry, managed to capture Atahualpa (and ransom him for gold and then execute him), defeat an experienced Inca army of some 50,000 and capture an entire empire.





Many historians argue that Pizarro's victory over the Incas was the inevitable result of the European advantages of horses, steel and guns. I'm less sure about that. There were so many events that could have easily gone the other way, leaving the Spaniards dead and the Incas (who were not idiots) to seize and learn from the Spanish horses and weapons (as did the Plains Indians in the US). No, the Spaniards were very lucky and, of course, had a role to play in fulfillment of prophecy. God works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform.










Sunday, July 2, 2017

P Day in Lima City Center (i.e. the "M" word)



Grandpa Mike finally persuaded Grandma Evie to go see some museums in the city center on a Saturday, our preparation day. Actually, Grandma Evie only agreed to visit one museum which she got to pick (compromise is essential to a successful missionary companionship).


Grandma Evie picked this place, the Iglesia y Convento de San Francisco.  The church and monastery date from 1774 and has been an important part of Lima's history. Along with the normal beautiful paintings and architecture,  it also has an old library with over 25,000 old books, including the Royal Spanish Academy’s first Spanish dictionary and a 16th-century edition of the Holy Bible printed in Antwerp. Of course, you can't look at any, but the library with shelves to the ceiling full of dusty old books looked like sort of place people in movies go to look for old magic incantations and potions. Also under the cathedral is a spooky labyrinth of catacombs with skulls and bones of around 25,000 bodies buried there. We got to walk through the catacombs.

But even with all this going for it, we really didn't enjoy it all that much. The tour guide's English was hard to understand and he hurried us through because tour groups kept stacking up. Besides, we realized we had seen this before with Dave and it hasn't changed much in eleven years. So we walked out and sat down on the steps in front of the church to rest (tried of standing) and to decide what to do. Then this happened:


There were several groups of school kids on field trips waiting to go through the convent and church. One brave girl, with two shy ones behind, came up to us and asked, with a carefully practiced phrase in English, if they could take a picture. We said sure and asked her to also take a picture with my phone. Then they all wanted to talk with us, mostly in Spanish but also trying out some English words they had learned. Eventually, some of the boys in the class joined. Before long we found ourselves surrounded by these kids, joking with them about the United States, where we were from, grand kids, their school, football and food, and taking pictures. They also got to read our name tags and asked about the church. One of the girls was a member.  After awhile, it was their turn and they left to go on the tour and then came over another class and then another. This, not the convent with the catacombs and cool library, was the most enjoyable part of the day. Here are some pictures.




Conspiring Men

After all these kids and having rested on the steps we decided we were hungry and then had to decide where and what to eat. We found a place on google maps with good reviews that was about a hundred yards away. We headed off in that direction, but didn't make it that far and instead decided to eat at this place we saw on the way.





The restaurant is on a corner with doors on each street. This is taken from one door looking through to the other. We sat at a table in the middle. While we were eating groups of people kept walking through one door and out the other taking photos of the place and no one seemed to care or be surprised.

Turns out this bar and restaurant has been around since 1905, with the same decor, one of the oldest and most famous in Lima. Importantly, it is just a few feet from the government palace and all Peru's presidents and important politicos have been patrons. This is where conspiring men over the years have met to determine the future of Peru. Also, the food was really good.

Dancing in the Street

We walked a block of so over to the Plaza de Armas, the main square, where it would be easier to get picked up by an Uber car. On one the streets off the square a group of young dancers were performing some traditional folkloric dances of Peru to traditional music (although some of it sounded more pop and than folk). Watching them for awhile was great way to end the day in City Center, even without seeing another museum. Here are a couple of short clips.