Archive for November, 2009

2009 Development Forum: Peru Country Report: 2008/09

The 2008/09 season has been one of consolidation and progress for the Peru Cricket Federation (PCF), but challenges still lie ahead. We saw more people participating in cricket, in various forms, than ever before, and our plans to (re)introduce cricket to local, British schools have begun to take root.

The playing season began in September with a weekly indoor cricket session at Markham College. This culminated in the 3rd Annual Cricket Veloz Championship on Sunday, December 14th, with four teams of 11 competing for the coveted Chimu Adventures Trophy.

The outdoor season ran from February to April, played at Lima Cricket & Football Club. As well as ten friendlies, that attracted some 50 players in total, we held the 3rd Annual Twenty20 Championship over 3 weekends in March, with India-Pakistan XI ending as deserving winners of the Chimu Adventures Shield. We were also honoured to host a touring side, the Hollywood Golden Oldies, for a weekend in March. Sadly, a planned visit by the Guyana Masters in April was cancelled at the last minute.

The national team participated in the 8th South American Championship (SAC) in Sao Paulo in April. Despite picking up the wooden spoon, it was a great experience for the Peru team and a good indicator of where we need to go in terms of performance development. It was also a pleasure to be able to attend the Championship held in Brazil for the first time, and congratulations to Cricket Brasil for hosting such a successful event.

The average age of the Peru team at the SAC was 41.2 – a stark reminder that youth development is essential to the future of Peruvian cricket! To that end, our focus has been on schools cricket, with four colleges in Lima so far participating, and 80 boys and girls involved. The PCF is now funding coaching in two schools, Markham College and Hiram Bingham; we have acquired a lot more kids cricket equipment; and, in November, we were able to hold a mixed, 11-a-side, under-13, inter-schools game at Markham, with the visiting side, San Silvestre School, emerging victorious in what we hope will be the first of many such games.

Away from the playing field, there have also been developments. Most notably, the PCF is close to achieving official recognition from the Peruvian Government, which is a crucial administrative step in the game’s development. Members of the PCF committee also participated in a weekend seminar on Cricket Administration given by ICC Americas Regional Development Officer, Grant Dugmore in November 2008 and an umpiring course given by ICC-qualified umpire, Ruban Sivanadian, in April 2009.

So, we approach the 2009/10 season with a good deal of optimism, aiming to build on this progress. We plan to double the number of teams participating in the annual Twenty20 Championship to eight, as a means of expanding the player base.

We have been exploring various locations where we can install a new, artificial cricket strip, and after a few false dawns, we have been given the green light to use an area at Cambridge College in Lima. We have been disappointed in the past, so our fingers are firmly crossed that this really comes to fruition.

We would also like to develop cricket outside of its traditional centre, Lima. The two cities targeted are Cusco, where a group of ex-pats has already staged a historic game in the shadow of Sacsayhuaman, at 3,500m above sea level; and Tacna, near the border with Chile, which has a sizable Asian population, and already provides players for the Peru national team. It is hoped that a team from Lima can make the trip to one or both of these places to play cricket in the coming year.

Peru will be sending a team to the ICC Americas Division III Championship in Chile in October 2009, and we await the visit of the MCC and Australian Old Collegians to Lima at Easter 2010 with a great deal of excitement.

MILES BUESST,

Peruvian Cricket Federation

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Tango in Buenos Aires

Argentina is home to the mighty Tango, a passionate dance that is truly unique and started in the docks of the Argentinean capital, Buenos Aires. Once the dance of the lower classes, during the roaring 20’s the dance took the world by storm, and to this day, very little has changed. Chimu Adventures offers a wide range of tours to Buenos Aires and Argentina as a whole, and can offer personal guides for your every whim, to the history of this magnificent country, to Buenos Aires shopping guides, to personal Tango lessons and even a tango hotel!.. Read on for more information on this magnificent capital of the world.

AS my car pulls up in the driveway of an elegant imperial building with soaring marble columns, I look down in dismay at my crumpled shirt and muddy joggers, soiled from stomping around the Argentine pampas.

We have just arrived from a weekend of horse riding at Estancia El Ombu de Areco, a grand 1880s colonial mansion built by the country’s former war minister, Lieutenant-General Pablo Riccheri, in the outskirts of Buenos Aires.

It’s too late to do anything about our soiled clothing because the smartly dressed doorman is already opening the car door, with his white-gloved hand ushering us into one of the city’s most glamorous hotels, the sleek Palacio Duhau – Park Hyatt.

It’s a former historic mansion, once the home of a wealthy family, recently revamped and extended to include a gleaming new limestone tower. The hotel is worth visiting just to peruse the significant array of art hanging in its public spaces; there’s an underground art gallery as well as lobbies and restaurants which showcase original South American paintings and sculptures.

Airline connections for travelling around Argentina are not as streamlined as we’re accustomed to in Australia.

And our travels across the country from Ushuaia, in Argentina’s southern tip, to Iguazu Falls, at the northeast section of the country bordering Brazil, require three overnight stopovers in its capital, Buenos Aires.

Fortunately, there’s plenty to see and do in Buenos Aires and its 48 barrios – neighbourhoods – range from stylishly sophisticated to beguilingly bohemian.

You can while away the time visiting historic landmarks, slick tango shows and lively restaurant precincts.

And a favourable exchange rate means there are shopping bargains to be found.

Stopover one: The elegant city

We’re in the heart of fashionable Recoleta barrio, where the latest Fendi, Emporio Armani, Ralph Lauren and Escada fashions hang on shelves in boutiques housed within grand neoclassical buildings. Among the beautifully dressed, I spot a guest flitting through wearing a white bathrobe, presumably heading for the spa.

Nearby, in the Recoleta cemetery, a crowd gathers outside the Duarte family mausoleum, leaving flowers in acknowledgment of Argentina’s most celebrated lady, Eva Peron.

Although most people visit the cemetery to see her grave, a walk through the graveyard is an eye-opener to the riches of the Argentine elite. Grand art nouveau, art deco and modernist-style mausoleums are the final resting places of presidents, scientists and prominent Argentine families. In Plaza de Mayo, the city’s main square, you could easily be convinced you are in a European city. In the centre of the square is Piramide de Mayo, a small obelisk that marks the first anniversary of Buenos Aires’ independence from Spain in 1810.

The 1939 Banco de la Nacion building was designed by well-known Argentine architect Alejandro Bustillo. There’s the Spanish-style Cabildo town council, the pink house of Casa Rosada where Juan and Eva Peron once stood on the balcony to wave at the crowds (Madonna also sang from here in the movie Evita ) and the baroque Cathedral Metropolitana containing the tomb of General Jose de San Martin, Argentina’s most revered hero.

The city was founded in 1536 by Pedro de Mendoza, who arrived on a personally financed expedition from Spain. After Argentina severed ties with Spain, waves of Spanish and Italian migrants continued to roll in.

The Europeans were followed by mestizos of mixed Indian and Spanish descent from other Latin-American countries, giving Buenos Aires a multicultural atmosphere. The city’s newest barrio is Puerto Madero, once a bustling port, and now a rejuvenated leisure precinct where warehouses have been converted into lofts, businesses and restaurants.

Stopover two: Shopaholics heaven

For our second stopover, we choose a hotel with a stiff English name, The Claridge, and a European vibe right in the heart of the central city shopping district. There are several shopping precincts in Buenos Aires including upscale Recoleta, antique San Telmo and boutique Palermo.

If you only have time for one shopping area, Calle Florida – or Florida St – a long pedestrian mall which stretches over several city blocks from Plaza San Martin to Plaza de Mayo – is an essential Buenos Aires experience.

It’s not just a shopping street but a complete tourist attraction with buskers, street performers, alfresco cafes, persistent shop touts and a zappy vibe. We only have to walk a few steps out of the hotel and we are right there in the midst of shopping heaven.

Shops are packed with leather bags, shoes and jackets in every imaginable cut and colour. I stock up on belts, wallets and gloves. Belts cost as little as $15 and leather jackets $80.

After spurning several pushy touts, a striking white, soft, lamb’s-leather jacket with black chequered embroidery catches my eye. The portly shopkeeper leads me to a couch near the dressing rooms and wheels out a rack of jackets. Had I stayed for a few more days, they could have tailored a jacket to fit me. In the end, I strike a bargain on the one I spotted first for a knock-down price of $300.

We wander into Galerias Pacifico at the corner of Florida and Cordoba streets. This grand building used to belong to the state railway company before it was refurbished and converted into an upscale shopping mall. The shopping mall was named after the historic railway line that linked Argentina to Chile and the Pacific Ocean. The building is worth wandering through just to admire the frescoes painted by some of Argentina’s best artists.

Shops in Galerias Pacifico are upmarket and they include swanky Argentine and international brands such as Rossi Caruso, a specialist in equestrian leather goods and gaucho trappings, polo label La Martina for polo books, bags, leather belts and international polo event merchandise.

Stopover three: Time to dance

Our third stopover finds us strolling through the colourful barrio of La Boca while admiring tango art in the open-air mall and tapping our feet to the tango dancers twirling energetically on the pavement.

There’s no other city in the world where the tango’s influence has embraced the very core of its character. Here, the tango is part of the culture and a way of life. It permeates the city with street dancing, milongas – or dance halls – and dazzling tango dinner shows everywhere. Stay long enough and the tango’s melancholy tendrils will sink their hooks into you.

We head for the bohemian barrio of San Telmo, Buenos Aires’ oldest. Pedro de Mendoza might have founded the city in this barrio but it is said that Buenos Aires didn’t truly find itself until tango musician Carlos Gardel sang the first tango hit song in 1917, Mi Noche Triste.

Our hotel is the Mansion Dandi Royal, a quirky tango hotel tucked away in the back streets, and we’re going to learn to dance the tango.

Some say dancing the tango is the only way to connect with the soul of the city.

But that’s a whole new story for another day. Buenos Aires is a city you can spend many days in, Each day a different adventure.

source: www.theaustralian.com.au

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Highlights of South America

A recent article in the Sydney Morning Herald discusses the beauty and history of the South American continent. An increasing mecca for tourists, South America is one of the fastest growing tourism destinations on the planet.

Easter Island Sunset

Easter Island Sunset, South America is growing in popularity, and is one of the fastest growing tourism regions on the planet.

To stand in front of the 15 gigantic stone statues at Ahu Tongariki on Easter Island is to marvel at, and be moved by, humankind’s inventive powers. Some visitors weep here and at nearby Rano Raraku. Many more rejoice in the power of the place.

UNESCO described these and other statues in the island’s national park as “a masterpiece of creative genius”. Jared Diamond, the scientist, wrote: “No other site that I have visited made such a ghostly impression on me as did Rano Raraku, the quarry on Easter Island where its famous gigantic stone statues were carved.”

The earth’s most remote inhabited island is full of ghosts. The statues, or moai, are visible reflections. There are 887 in various positions, from defiant, vertical prominence to impassive, horizontal repose. Those standing measure up to 12 metres tall. The longest, 21 metres, known as Paro, still lies at Rano Raraku, in the volcanic rock from which it was carved but never separated.

The moai represent old Polynesian kings and clan leaders. The ghosts of thousands more ordinary people hover here, a small civilisation that virtually committed suicide. The long, prone Paro must have been shaped when the carving had to stop. He was stillborn.

There is a terrible irony about Easter Island, or Rapa Nui, as the islanders know it. Although the moai are the main reason why tourists come all this way – Chile is 3700 kilometres to the east and Pitcairn, the nearest populated land mass, 1900 kilometres west – the moai were most probably the main cause of the civilisation’s collapse. The island’s economy now relies on tourists who witness the folly of the former islanders and of humankind in general. That is why admiration for what was achieved more than 500 years ago so stirs the emotions.

Some trees grow now on Easter Island but none of the Rapa Nui palm that once made a forest. The 15th century, around the time Paro was abandoned, marked the end of the forest. The islanders had cut it down to build canoes, to burn, to plant gardens and to transport their moai.

According to legend, the moai walked from the quarry. Yet, without the wheel or draft animals, palms must have been used to make ropes and sleds for islanders to manhandle the moai into place.

With the woods destroyed native birds, that had pollinated the trees’ flowers and dispersed their fruit, disappeared. Wooden fishing canoes could not be built, good soil blew and washed away, clan wars erupted over the last of the wood and the dwindling population took to caves for shelter and to cannibalism. The stone giants fell over, or were pulled down by fighting clans.

Archaeological estimates of the population at its peak are between 10,000 and 20,000; in 1877, only 111 people lived here and only 36 had offspring. The population is now back to about 5000, mainly Polynesians and Chileans. The legacy of loss has brought the people recognition disproportionate to their population.

The first Polynesians came here in canoes about 4000BC. We come from Machu Picchu, the lost city of another lost civilisation. This journey around South America provokes questions about civilisations, empires and how beauty and nature can endure but do not always do so.

Archaeologists generally agree that the first civilisations were those of Sumer and Egypt, both emerging about 3000BC. The Sumerians lived in city states with the first irrigation systems, invented the wheel and set down the first written stories. Sumer was part of Mesopotamia, the Persians made it part of their empire in 538BC and, through war and the British Empire’s redrawing of borders, Sumer is now in Iraq and the irrigated farmlands have become saltpans.

Ronald Wright, the historical philosopher, doubts in A Short History of Progress whether civilisation is a story of inevitable progress. The civilised British invented the concentration camp during the Boer War, for example; the circuses held by the civilised Romans involved slaughter for entertainment; the Spanish Inquisition, Aztec sacrifices, the atom bomb and Nazi death camps were conducted or invented by civilised societies. Argentina, where the Captain’s Choice journey begins, was a neutral country until World War II was virtually won, after which Juan Peron’s government protected refugee Nazis.

Spanish conquistadors had arrived in the River Plate in 1536, the people of Buenos Aires staved off British attacks nearly three centuries later and General Jose de San Martin declared Argentina independent in 1816, proceeding to free Chile and Peru from the colonial yoke and joining forces with Simon Bolivar, the other major liberator of South America. Travellers in Buenos Aires watch the tango in varying degrees of sexiness, visit the colourful, poor district of La Boca, buy football shirts with the number 10 worn by Argentina’s troubled champion Maradona and eat huge slabs of meat. Yet history is everywhere. The people once flocked to the presidential building, the Casa Rosada, to hear Peron lecture them. Now they stand reverently before the family vault of his second wife, Eva Duarte, who died at 33 but has become at least as famous as her husband on account of the musical Evita. And they still talk about their people – up to 30,000 – who “disappeared” during the rule of the generals between 1976 and 1983.

Such human folly has not touched Iguacu Falls, higher than Niagara, wider than Victoria and one of South America’s greatest sights. Yet the name itself speaks of lost civilisations. The falls are on the border between Argentina, settled by Spain, and Brazil, by Portugal. The name, however, comes from the local Guarani Indians, meaning “Great Waters”. There are 275 falls altogether.

The statue of Christ the Redeemer towering over Rio de Janeiro speaks, too, of the rise and fall of belief systems. Ninety-five per cent of Brazilians claim a religious faith, mainly Roman Catholic. While Catholicism declines in parts of the Western world, 45 per cent of the world’s Catholics are South Americans.

Brazil is one of the world’s four fastest growing economies – one of the BRIC nations, with Russia, India and China. Growing affluence has pushed many Cariocas, Rio’s poorer inhabitants, into favelas, or shanty towns, on the city’s steep hillsides. The biggest, Rocinha, houses up to 150,000 people and is an urban slum rather than a shanty town. Successive governments vow to clear the favelas and move the residents but the people stay.

Living is cheap, only a kilometre or so from the beach, and the infrastructure in favelas includes banks with ramps for the disabled, schools, health services, cable television, fresh produce shops and well-stocked butcher shops. The garbage-strewn streets are unsightly but there is no obvious malnourishment and no begging. An entrepreneurial local offers visitors the wonderful view from his sturdy three-storey home, for a modest fee. Mikhail Gorbachev came here during the 1992 Earth Summit, held in Rio largely because of the threat to the Amazon; Michael Jackson shot a music video for his They Don’t Care About Us. Bono had his hair cut here.

Other travellers are more interested in traditional Rio delights: a mini carnivale with samba show; the cable cars to Sugarloaf Mountain; a lunch of feijoada, the meat stew with black beans; the beaches of Copacabana or Ipanema, although those looking for the mysterious girl from Ipanema are likely to be hustled into jewellery shops.

Manaus, on the Amazon, is accessible only by air or the river. It is best known for its opera house, built by rubber barons early last century. The city decayed when the rubber ran out, until the government made it a free port. Now, apart from the opera house, the only reason for visiting is to explore, at least in a small way, the Amazon, which produces about one-third of the world’s oxygen and is the planet’s most diverse botanical garden.

Manaus is named after the Indians who inhabited the region but Brazilian Indians are a declining population. In Peru, dozens of Amazonian Indians died in June while protesting against government decrees facilitating oil exploration, commercial farming and logging. In Brazil, a guide tells us the annual rise in the height of the River Negro, a tributary of the Amazon, had reached 30 metres, against the previous record of 29 metres in 1953. He blames deforestation.

We arrive in Cuzco, the old Inca capital and the oldest continuously inhabited city in South America, after sailing through half of the Panama Canal and spending two nights in Panama City, where Donald Trump is adding his tower to the growing number of skyscrapers and the traffic makes Sydney’s look free-flowing.

Francisco Pizarro arrived in Peru in 1532, captured the Inca leader Atahualpa, held him to ransom and, although the ransom was paid, had him killed. The Spaniard then marched on Cuzco, near the Urubamba Valley, the Sacred Valley of the Andes. He wrote to the king: “We can assure your majesty that it is so beautiful and has such fine buildings that it would even be remarkable in Spain.” Francisco de Toledo, a Spanish viceroy, wrote that the Incan capital showed the work of the devil because “it does not seem possible that the strength and skill of men could have made it”.

The conquerors built a new city on the foundations of the Inca architecture; temples became churches. An earthquake in 1950 badly destroyed the Church of Santo Domingo, built on top of the Coricancha, which had been covered in gold, but the Inca architecture survived. Cuzco is a UNESCO world heritage site.

The Spaniards didn’t make it to Machu Picchu, high up between the Andes and the Amazon; a cathedral does not sit on top of the Temple of the Sun. We arrive on the afternoon of the winter solstice and the sun shines on the temple. If we had been in place at precisely 7.45am, we would have witnessed the extraordinary sight of the sun’s rays shining through a particular window at a particular angle.

The Incas, inspired by their sun god, built Machu Picchu’s temples, plazas, dwellings and workshops, overseeing agricultural terraces stretching down towards the valley. Although the Incas had no written language, nor the wheel, they knew about the sun and had a sense of engineering that enabled them to carve huge stones and fit them into place on top of a mountain. Yet their empire lasted barely a century.

Dutch explorer Jacob Roggeveen arrived at Rapa Nui on Easter Island in 1722. When Captain James Cook arrived in 1774, he found the Easter Islanders poor and miserable and the moai toppled. European diseases came later and Peruvian slave raiders, stealing men to work for British industry.

Now the islanders have escaped poverty through tourism. Cheerful staff at the Hotel Gomero offer fine food and smiling service, making the most of their ghosts and asking that we come back to try for deeper understanding.

source: www.smh.com.au

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Yacutinga Lodge – Iguacu Falls

Yacutinga lodge is one of Chimu Adventures’ most popular in South America. Close to the magnificent Iguacu falls on the Argentina/ Paraguay and Brazil borders it is one of the worlds most impressive waterfalls..

In the jungles of Argentina’s north-east province of Misiones, rare species of stingless bees toil away in 300-strong communities for a year, just to produce a single litre of honey. Stingless bees are a prudish lot. Living in highly structured social groups and rejecting all attempts at cross-breeding, they never stray far from their hives, made in the cavities of hollow trees.

They cannot, however, survive outside a rainforest environment and, in Argentina, with less than 1 per cent of land now classified as sub-tropical jungle, this makes the bees the entomological equivalent of disenfranchised tenants on very short-term leases. Stingless bees don’t have a lot of friends.

That’s where Yacutinga Lodge comes in. Set on a finger-like peninsula within Argentina’s most biologically diverse region, with Brazil on one side and Paraguay on the other, Yacutinga’s 570 hectares of virgin rainforest will teach you about the fragility of the jungle, help you see what is being done to preserve it, and allow you the opportunity to meet Yacutinga’s creator, Carlos Sandoval: architect, environmentalist, mountain climber and the visionary driving force behind the Yacutinga Project.

The main lodge is set among a thriving stand of endangered Palmetto palms, its architecture an eclectic mix of curved exteriors, irregular interior spaces, load-bearing tree trunks and coloured glass that echoes the fanciful designs of Antonio Gaudi and the dreamscapes of the painter Salvador Dali. It is an architecture of exuberance, bravado and hope.

Accommodation is provided in independent modules, dispersed far enough from one another to ensure privacy and each only metres from a spookily encroaching wall of jungle. Rooms have porches, simple beds with fine linen and chic bathrooms. Superb meals with locally-sourced ingredients and no sparing the beef, thank you, are prepared in the main lodge and cooked in a traditional stone oven. Getting to Yacutinga Lodge takes effort. From Buenos Aires, you board a flight to Puerto Iguazu, then take an air-conditioned minibus for a 90-minute drive to a remote staging post not far from the Brazilian border, past orchards of mate shrubs and vast tracts of secondary forest.

Finally, an old open truck, with rows of wooden seats bolted to its tray, bounces you the final 10 kilometres into one of the most remote and least understood parcels of land in Argentina.

No more than 12 guests are permitted at the lodge at any one time, an ecologically and socially sound concept. The truck will be back for you in three days, unless it busts an axle. Yacutinga Lodge is akin to a university for grown-ups, a place where you’re free to attend as many or as few lectures as you please.

Continuing projects at the lodge include a study on the ecology of the peninsula’s hummingbirds, an inventory of its medicinal plants and a reforestation project in which guests plant a tree. Mine was a local hardwood, a Guatambu blanco.

After planting it, I received a certificate entitled Programa de Regeneracion de Selva Misionara. So far, eight hectares of previously degraded jungle have been brought back to life. I had made a difference.

If butterflies are your thing, you’ll be in heaven. In 2002, Yacutinga began an inventory of diurnal butterflies and have so far catalogued more than 520 species, including those the local Guarani call the “invisible ones”, whose wings are so transparent you can barely see them.

There are upside-down monarchs and rare snout butterflies that lay their eggs on the leaves of hackberry trees. One species attracted entomologists from Germany because they refused to believe its wings could make clicking sounds. It’s impossible to ignore the butterflies. They land on your bags, swirl in clouds around your feet, and perch on your shoulders at breakfast.

Activities include taking a canoe ride down the upper Iguazu River with Guarani scouts, where you can go toucan-spotting and see first-hand how logging upstream has resulted in large quantities of silt entering the river – which is why you’ll be lucky to see the river’s remaining resident giant otters. Back on dry land, you can go on walks to identify and track footprints that may include those of puma and jaguar. Days are not overly structured and if you have an interest in orchids, bromeliads or medicinal plants, guided walks can be arranged.

The jungle here is impenetrable. On one walk, although we heard the unmistakable screech of howler monkeys just metres away, unless one jumped on to your head you wouldn’t have a hope of spotting it.

Happily, the lodge itself is the place for howler monkey-spotting, where elevated walkways can put you on an equal footing with these elusive canopy dwellers.

Yacutinga isn’t all work and walks, though – some time after midnight one night a heated discussion on Latin American politics around an outdoor fire pit took on a life of its own and, for me, the true spirit of Yacutinga shone through. I mean, let’s face it, when was the last time you talked politics until 2am with the owner and chief executive of a prestige retreat, debating the merits of issues such as Venezuela’s offer to construct a trans-South American pipeline? Or hearing the owner’s theory that Argentina’s disparate regions and resultant lack of a national identity were as much to blame as coups and dictatorships for the country’s failure to achieve the standard of living its abundant resources suggest it should have?

No one was in a hurry to go to sleep that night. Sandoval was busy rewriting the hospitality handbook, involving himself with his guests, and dismantling the insincere if not trite gestures that too often pass for “guest relations” these days. Oh, how I hoped that old truck would bust an axle.

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Atacama Desert – Chile’s Northern Jewel

A trip to the Atacama is a must see for Any visitor to South America. In this recent article by Steve Mc Kenna from the Sydney Morning herald he explains why. Chimu Adventures offer a range of tours to this Northern outpost close to the Bolivian and Peruvian border. It is a fantastic staging post to visit the Salar de Uyuni salt plains in Bolivia, as part of a multi country tour in South America such as our Santiago to Lima tour, or as a destination in its own right in our Atacama Dreaming tour.

.. The Southern Cross is already looking brighter and more beautiful than I’ve ever seen it when a shooting star buzzes across its face. Excited voices shatter the silence of the cold, crisp night air engulfing the Atacama Desert and the consensus among my fellow stargazers is that freezing our backsides off is worth it if we’re going to see more things like this.

We’re hopeful, at least. Famed as one of the driest places on earth, the Atacama is a treat for astronomy buffs, thanks to its high altitude (about 2500 metres), low light pollution and lack of cloud cover.

Such ingredients make it the perfect place for an observatory; San Pedro de Atacama Celestial Explorations (SPACE), the open-air one we’re visiting, is regarded as one of the best in South America. It certainly shows.

Each night, the hosts – French scientist Alain Maury and his Chilean wife, Alejandra – welcome guests for astronomy sessions.

After outlining some of the most famous constellations – the Big Dipper, Alpha Centauri and, of course, the Southern Cross – Alejandra then leads us over to the telescopes, which are incredibly huge and look like robots from Doctor Who. Admiring the sky above the Atacama with the naked eye is a bit like being hypnotised by a giant velvet blanket encrusted with diamonds.

Looking through the telescopes, however, takes you into a whole new world. The images they capture are remarkable.

We get a close-up of the half-moon’s craters, a glimpse at the intricacies of the Milky Way, a fuzzy look at Saturn and crystal clear views of far-flung yellow, red and blue stars. “You see that blue one,” says Alejandra. “The temperature around it is about 15,000 degrees Celsius.”

It’s one of a number of mind-boggling facts we learn. We also discover there are tens of billions of galaxies outside our own and that many of the tiny specks we see are trillions of kilometres away.

Alain shines his green laser pointer towards one star and tells us that if he was to send a radio message there, it would be eight years before he received a reply – if, of course, there is life out there.

Pointing at yet another star, he says it would take 80,000 years for NASA’s fastest rocket to reach it.

It’s fascinating stuff and not surprisingly for a Frenchman, Alain can’t resist mingling some philosophy into the session.

Yet even though there are existentialist undertones to much of what he says, his sense of humour ensures the tone is fairly light throughout and he effortlessly switches between – and cracks jokes in – English, French and Spanish.

With the wind beginning to whip up and the temperature plunging towards zero, Alain outlines a few more obscure constellations.

“And finally, there for us,” he says, pointing his zapper towards the observatory cabin, “is some hot chocolate.”

As we sit before a fire and wrap our near-frozen hands around the steaming mugs, we all agree that this is definitely the ideal end to an awe-inspiring night.

source: www.smh.com.au

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Colonia – Only a day trip from Buenos Aires

If your looking for a day out in Buenos Aires you cant go past Colonia for a nice day out, in fact this charming town is one of South America’s lesser known gems.. A recent article on news.com.au gives a great introduction to the town.. Why not visit Colonia on our Buenos Aires stopover tour or as an add on to our Argentina Highlights tour.

.. The Argentinian couple have come across from Buenos Aires for the day. They’re artists, they say, and Colonia del Sacramento is the perfect place to express their talents. They’ve brought their chihuahua, paintbrushes and blank canvases with them, as well as flasks of hot water to top up their tubs of mate.

This bitter, herbal tea-like substance is sucked through a straw and, along with watching soccer and devouring massive steaks, sipping mate is a passion shared on both sides of the River Plate.

Argentinians and Uruguayans have much in common, and although they have a rivalry, it’s a friendly one – unless you happen to tell Uruguayans their best attractions are in Buenos Aires’ backyard. Say the same thing to an Argentinian as I have said about Colonia del Sacramento and they laugh.

Colonia is just an hour’s ferry ride from BA. Each morning hundreds of people come over from the bustling Argentinian capital, spend the day in Uruguay then, as sunset approaches, take the return ferry.

Considering Colonia promotes itself as a place where you can “step back in time amid cobblestone streets laced with beautiful old buildings”, I honestly feared it would be overrun with visitors. How wrong I was.

It’s popular but it remains remarkably pretty, laid-back and unspoiled. As a bonus, beggars, overbearing street vendors and con artists are nowhere to be seen.

While you could squeeze Colonia’s highlights into a day, I decide to linger and soak up the atmosphere. Cobblestone streets are, of course, everywhere. I struggle to find a road in old Colonia that isn’t heavily paved with chunky flints. The streets are also lined with pastel-shaded mansions, many boasting stucco ornamentation, shutter windows, grilles and balconies. A sight to behold!

Towering trees and plants blessed with pink, lilac and violet petals only add to the exquisite scenery, as do vintage parked cars with flat tyres and flowers growing from them. It’s no wonder artists are drawn here.

The oldest part of Colonia, the Barrio Historico, hugs the edge of a peninsula that juts out into the muddy River Plate (River of Silver), about 50 kilometres from Buenos Aires. In the 17th century, Buenos Aires was an up-and-coming Spanish port city. Galleons and frigates from Britain and the Netherlands were circling the river, looking for a rival place to set up camp. A Portuguese seafarer, Manuel Lobo, realised the strategic importance of the Colonia peninsula and, in January 1680, he stuck the red- and green-flag in it.

Lobo’s Lisbon masters wanted somewhere from which they could smuggle contraband goods into Buenos Aires but Colonia’s formation didn’t go down well with the Spaniards and the fledgling Portuguese colony was soon overrun.

This heralded a tug of war between the two mighty European nations and, over the next century, through a mix of war and diplomacy, Colonia changed hands between Spain and Portugal seven times. In 1788, Spain decided enough was enough. There would be no turning back for Colonia. It was Spanish and it would stay thus – until 1825, when the nation of Uruguay was formed as a buffer zone between the increasingly powerful Latin American duo of Argentina and Brazil. Fiercely independent Uruguay’s motto is now “libertad o muerte” (freedom or death).

There’s no hint of any warmongering in Colonia today, though. The Barrio Historico is a haven of peace and quiet, especially compared with the relatively noisy, traffic-filled modern part of Colonia. There are a few standouts in Colonia, not least the reconstructed 19th-century lighthouse, which looms above all and sundry, alongside the ruins of a 17th-century convent.

My favourite spot, though, is the delightfully named Calle de los Suspiros. It translates to Street of Sighs, although these days it seems to induce smiles. It’s an authentic alley dating from the first Portuguese occupation.

Lots of little museums are spread across Colonia, including ones specialising in azulejo tiles (a Portuguese tradition). Seafaring maps, pottery and period clothing also decorate these small but absorbing cultural spots. Elsewhere in town, a handful of boutiques and art galleries seduces passing tourists, while there are a staggering number of dining spots, most with small armies of umbrellas covering tables and chairs outside.

Especially popular are parrillas, which offer swathes of barbecued beef, pork and chicken. High-brow eateries serve delicious seafood, while a particularly fine spot is El Torreon. Set in an old tower overlooking the water, it’s a perfect place to sip a cocktail and watch the sunset. As I glimpse yachts gliding past – and, from the corner of my eye, the ferry chugging back to Buenos Aires – I’m delighted I decided to stay put in this charming place. Colonia may be small but it leaves a big impression…

source – www.smh.com.au

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