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Part Three: Cochabamba, Bolivia
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The
evening class at Santa Rita Hotel was a grand success. Thirty
well-to-do local ladies attended, including the daughter of the
British Ambassador to Bolivia (pictured far right), herself a staunch
vegetarian for many years, and the wife of the Hotel Manager. We
prepared:
Pakoras de Coliflor (Cauliflower pakoras)
Chutney de Tomate picante y Dulce (Hot and spicy Tomato Chutney)
Aroz con Limon, Nueces y coco (Lemon Rice with Coconut)
Tomate, Arvejas y Queso hecho en casa
(Fresh cheese with tomatoes and peas - matar panir)
Te Caliente con Especias ( Spicy Masala Tea - Chai)
Masitas de Anis en Yogurt de Frutilla
(Strawberry Doughnuts in Yogurt - Malpoura)
The manager joined us for dinner, and everyone appeared to enjoy
themselves eating heartily of the fare.
Day Twelve
My
whirlwind Bolivia sojourn was almost over. I packed and departed
Teresa’s place very early in the morning. On the way to the
airport, we stopped at Teresa’s workplace at Calle Sagarnaga.
Teresa runs a very successful Alpaca weaving and export company
called WARI. In the little time that remained before my onward
flight, Teresa briefly showed me around her small factory and storeroom,
and explained a little about her business.
Her
textiles, she explained, were made from 100% pure superfine Alpaca
wool. She purchases the raw wool from local indiginous Alpaca herdsmen,
and transforms the fibre into beautiful mantillas (shawls),
mantas (small blankets) and bufandas (scarves),
using a wide range of designs and colours.
I was impressed with the wonderful soft shawls, and the impressive
range of styles.
She
employs indiginous craftsmen and women who hand loom the garments
on site. Teresa encourages them to preserve and display their traditional
weaving skills, which have been handed down from their Inca ancestors.
Teresa introduced me to the weaver, his wife and young children
who were more than happy to pose for a photograph.The whole family
live peacefully under the care of Teresa, who is passionate about
preserving and perpetuating the fine skills of these weavers and
their beautiful handicrafts.
Our
flight departed Cochabamba for La Paz as the sun rose through
puffy, pink-hued clouds. At La Paz, I checked in for my Varig
Airlines flight that would take me from La Paz to
Santa Cruz, and on to Sao Paulo Brazil. In the departure
lounge I unexpectedly met up with my old friend Hanumat Presaka
Swami, who was heading to Cochabamba, and we merrily passed
our transit time together. Flight RG 8881 left for Brazil
at 2.30 pm.
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