Pisco Part II

This week’s adventure to Pisco proved that the town is gradually recovering. More movement in the streets suggested the return of confidence to the inhabitants; more open markets and restaurants signified less of a dependence on canned tuna and dried fruit for me and my companeros. Though a few of the buildings left standing precariously after the earthquake have been torn down, a majority of the structures simply bear the spray-painted word “demoler” (instructions precipitating their demolition). Desperate foragers trail construction equipment closely, scouring for iron which they can sell to a scrap yard at the price of US $0.05 a pound. Families continue to concentrate in the designated shelters, deliberating on whether to bide their time with reconstruction efforts or begin a new life elsewhere; it was heartwarming to be greeted by name upon returning to the three camps visited last week. Although our contributions are minimal (and often self-gratifying) we are assured by UNICEF that the ability for children—many who have lost immediate relatives—to act like children is essential during these distressing times.

(Hector helps his father salvage scrap rebar)

(Children pose for a picture at the albergue ¨Nueva Alameda¨)

In addition to the continual “morale building” activities, our delegation had the opportunity to construct a prefabricated house which had been generously donated by the Chilean government. As I was unable to provide any professional expertise, I was asked to stand behind the unsecured walls and ensure that they did not fall. (No really, show your support.) After a few hours of hard work and camaraderie, we were able to erect the modest residence which the three older, disenfranchised women can now call home.

(Hold right there...)

(This is the house that Morgan built)

Amid the collaboration efforts with the community of Pisco, we were able to find time for diversion. During our “culinary exploration” our group encountered “pollo a la brasa” (rotisserie chicken) and “mancha pancho” (a delicious dry stew meaning “shirt-stainer” and clever pun on the ancient ruin) at an affordable price. The evenings were spent sharing a bottle of Pisco, a locale brandy and the country´s official liqour, and discussing differences in life states and life in Peru. The fellowship not only brought us closer together but kept us warm during the windy Ica nights. There is a ship leaving for Pisco this Wednesday (a 12 hour journey) but I may bypass a third consecutive trip to enjoy some of the city. As usual, plans are TBD.

(These boys were asked to keep a straight face but the one in the middle couldn´t hold it)

(In addition to an ¨S¨, the children were also asked to form a dining room table and a Christmas tree)