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| London's first ceviche restaurant to open |
10/11/2011 03:15 (19 Day 19:05 minutes ago) | |
The FINANCIAL -- London's first ceviche restaurant is set to open next year, showcasing the cuisine of Peru.
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martes, 29 de noviembre de 2011
Abren primer restaurant de Ceviche en Londres
http://finchannel.com/Main_News/Travel_Biz/97323_London's_first_ceviche_restaurant_to_open/
domingo, 27 de noviembre de 2011
The Pilgrimage to the sanctuary of the Lord of Qoyllurit’i in Cusco
Peru's Lord of Qoyllurit’i joins UN-backed list of intangible heritage
- Pilgrimage to the sanctuary of the Lord of Qoyllurit’i. Photo: ANDINA/Archive/Alberto Orbegoso
- Lima, Nov. 27 (ANDINA). The Pilgrimage to the sanctuary of the Lord of Qoyllurit’i in Cusco, Peru was today added to the United Nations-backed list aimed at preserving and spotlighting the planet's
- most valuable intangible heritage.
The Intergovernmental Committee for the Safeguarding of Intangible Heritage meeting in Bali (Indonesia) until 29 November, inscribed elements from Colombia, Croatia, Cyprus, Czech Republic, France and Peru on the Representative List of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity during its morning session on Sunday.
This brings to nine the number of new elements inscribed on the Representative List this year so far.
The Pilgrimage to the sanctuary of the Lord of Qoyllurit’i begins 58 days after Easter when people representing eight indigenous villages from around Cusco, Peru travel to the Sinakara sanctuary.
This religious event plays itself out over 24 hours as people process up and down the mountain ending in the village of Tayancani at sunrise.
Dances play a central role in the pilgrimage. The Council of Pilgrim Nations and the Brotherhood of the Lord of Qoyllurit’i oversee activities and maintain the rules and codes of behaviour.
The other six recently-added elements include traditional knowledge of the jaguar shamans of Yuruparí (Colombia); Becarac singing and playing from Eastern Croatia (Croatia); Nijemo Kolo, silent circle dance of the Dalmatian hinterland (Croatia); Tsiattista poetic duelling (Cyprus); Ride of the Kings in the south-east of the Czech Republic; and Equitation in the French tradition (France).
The Convention for the Safeguarding of Intangible Cultural Heritage was adopted by UNESCO’s General Conference in 2003 and now includes 139 States Parties.
Only those countries that have ratified the Convention are eligible to present elements for inscription on the Intangible Cultural Heritage Lists.
The Intergovernmental Committee for the Safeguarding of Intangible Heritage comprises 24 UNESCO Member States, elected for a term of four years. Half the Committee is renewed every two years.
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lunes, 6 de julio de 2009
http://www.surfline.com/surf-news/contest-news/sofia-mulanovich-to-defend-peru-at-billabong-world-surfing-games-costa-rica_28334/
Sofia Mullanovich defendera titulo....
jueves, 11 de junio de 2009
Encuentran restos cerca de ruinas de Sipan
Peru finds human sacrifices from Inca civilization
Mon Jun 8, 2009 3:08pm EDT
LIMA (Reuters) - Researchers at an archeological site in northern Peru have made an unusually large discovery of nearly three dozen people sacrificed some 600 years ago by the Incan civilization.
The bodies, some of which show signs of having been cut along their necks and collarbones, were otherwise found in good condition, said Carlos Webster, who is leading excavations at the Chotuna-Chornancap camp.
The sprawling 235-acre (95-hectare) archeological site is 12 miles outside the coastal city of Chiclayo, near the ancient tomb of Sipan, which was one of the great finds of the last century. The sacrifices were made just decades before Spanish explorers arrived in what is now Peru.
Although archeologists regularly find evidence of human sacrifice from Incan and pre-Incan cultures, it is rare to find the remains of 33 people in one place, researchers said.
Scientists say human sacrifice was common within the Incan culture, which flourished immediately before the arrival of the Spanish in what is now parts of Peru, Chile and Ecuador between 1400 and the mid-1500s.
"Most of the remains belong to young women, around 15 years of age. One of them appears to have been pregnant because in her abdomen, the collarbone of a fetus, probably around 4 months, was found," Webster said of the latest find, made over the past year and a half.
"The majority (of the bodies) are in good condition -- skin tissues and hair have been preserved. They were found in a dry area more than 7 feet underground," he said.
Incan civilization is best known for the city of Machu Picchu, the ruins of which are Peru's top tourist destination and considered one of the new seven wonders of the world.
(Reporting by Marco Aquino; Writing by Dana Ford; Editing by Peter Cooney.)
Mon Jun 8, 2009 3:08pm EDT
LIMA (Reuters) - Researchers at an archeological site in northern Peru have made an unusually large discovery of nearly three dozen people sacrificed some 600 years ago by the Incan civilization.
The bodies, some of which show signs of having been cut along their necks and collarbones, were otherwise found in good condition, said Carlos Webster, who is leading excavations at the Chotuna-Chornancap camp.
The sprawling 235-acre (95-hectare) archeological site is 12 miles outside the coastal city of Chiclayo, near the ancient tomb of Sipan, which was one of the great finds of the last century. The sacrifices were made just decades before Spanish explorers arrived in what is now Peru.
Although archeologists regularly find evidence of human sacrifice from Incan and pre-Incan cultures, it is rare to find the remains of 33 people in one place, researchers said.
Scientists say human sacrifice was common within the Incan culture, which flourished immediately before the arrival of the Spanish in what is now parts of Peru, Chile and Ecuador between 1400 and the mid-1500s.
"Most of the remains belong to young women, around 15 years of age. One of them appears to have been pregnant because in her abdomen, the collarbone of a fetus, probably around 4 months, was found," Webster said of the latest find, made over the past year and a half.
"The majority (of the bodies) are in good condition -- skin tissues and hair have been preserved. They were found in a dry area more than 7 feet underground," he said.
Incan civilization is best known for the city of Machu Picchu, the ruins of which are Peru's top tourist destination and considered one of the new seven wonders of the world.
(Reporting by Marco Aquino; Writing by Dana Ford; Editing by Peter Cooney.)
viernes, 3 de octubre de 2008
Belleza del Lago Titicaca
The grown-up gapper: On Lake Titicaca
Backpack stuffed with an assortment of fleeces and wool clothing, our gapper goes island hopping on Titicaca, the world's highest navigable lake.
By Ruth Holliday
Last Updated: 4:10PM BST 02 Oct 2008
Peru does cold like few places on earth. At night, temperatures at altitude drop below zero - yet after eight weeks here I am yet to spot any kind of indoor heating system.
In a bid to educate us yet further on the extremes of night-time chilliness, our Peru Experience co-ordinators send us for a four-day stay on Lake Titicaca. The world's highest navigable lake is home to a clutch of hardy tribes whose way of life has remained largely unchanged for millennia. For two nights we are to be guests in their unheated and isolated homes.
First we have a comfortable evening in the friendly lakeside town of Puno, staying in the relative luxury of the Camino Real hotel. Puno is notably unspectacular; most of its buildings are constructed from a brown mud brick, many streets are unpaved and traffic consists mainly of bicycles and tuk-tuk-style motorbike taxis.
In sparkling contrast to the town's dull muddiness is the emerald water of the lake. Titicaca is one of the largest on earth at 110 miles long by 38 miles wide. It’s a vast and shimmering border between Peru and its mountainous neighbour, Bolivia.
Backpacks stuffed with an assortment of fleece and wool clothing, we set out just after dawn to begin our first day's island hopping, crammed aboard an uncomfortable, diesel-saturated boat with around 20 other tourists.
Half an hour later we stop to meet the Uros, a unique community living on man-made reed islands, anchored to the lake-bed by a system of ropes. The islanders are thought to have fled dry land to escape war and famine around three thousand years ago. Ever since they have been replenishing and replacing their floating communities, living on the lake's fish stocks, and more recently, on the fascination of visiting tourists.
On arrival we are greeted with a round of singing by a group of local women, then shown how the islands are made - with reed blocks, reed matting, and yet more reeds strewn on top for good measure. Uros homes are made of reeds, as is the furniture inside, reeds are burned (very carefully) for firewood, and every night the locals sit down to a side order of reed roots with their fish supper.
We are given the chance to look inside the houses, offered a selection of reed-crafts for sale, and then taken from one tiny island to the next on a reed boat woven in the shape of a dragon.
The Uros islands may be an anthropological curiosity, but they are also a well-honed tourist money-spinner. We climb back aboard our non-reed boat feeling we are yet to see anything particularly untouched or authentic.
Amantani is the next stop, an uncomfortable three hours away. From the port we have to climb an inordinate distance up the island's steep mountainside - weighed down as we are with precautionary quantities of warm clothing. At the top, we are introduced to the host families who will accommodate us that night. For 25 soles (around £5) they will provide lunch, dinner and breakfast and give us some form of shelter from the perishing cold.
Our hostess is called Olga - she greets us with one hand while continuing to spin her bobbin of alpaca wool with the other. In rural Peru, spinning is an all-day job. She is dressed in the brightly coloured, voluminous skirts particular to the island, and sets off ahead of us with the speed and stamina of a stampeding llama. We puff and pant after her, and are shown to a simple three-bedded room off a mud-brick courtyard.
Olga shares her tiny home with a husband and three young children. Like other Titicaca islanders in the Altiplano area, they subsist on a largely vegetarian diet. By vegetarian, what I actually mean is potatoes - little else will grow on these exposed and windswept hills. Hence the lunch she proudly serves us is a potato and quinoa (Peruvian grain) soup, followed by a main course of worm-riddled potatoes devoid of sauce, spice or anything else to dilute their floury spudiness. We ask for salt and politely eat what we can, trying to ignore the crunchy bits.
At 4pm we are summoned to a football game in the community's main square - the locals versus the "internationals". As tourists visit the island several times a month, there is a certain spontaneity lacking among the local team. But being South American, they win nevertheless.
Our guide then assembles the fitter members of the group for a one-hour hike to the island's summit to watch the sunset over the lake. We arrive at the top just as the temperature begins to plummet, the sun dipping over the horizon like an immense, glowing egg yolk. The view is extraordinary, the surrounding islands transfigured by the twilight and shrouded in purple mist.
We are encouraged to withstand the cold a little longer to watch the stars come out. Our host families have provided us with a comic assortment of woolly hats for the purpose, complete with knitted ear flaps and colorful pom-poms. We huddle together in the shelter of a craggy rock face and see first Venus, then Mars, then Alpha Centauri twinkle into view. After half an hour or so the biting wind forces us back down to the village, and by the time we arrive the sky is alight with the most dazzling spectacle. Thousands upon thousands of stars, each one incandescent, the Milky Way swirling through their midst in glorious clarity.
But there is little time for stargazing. There is a “special” party to be held for the tourists immediately after our dinner time ration of potatoes. We are dressed in traditional costume for this purpose; a musty but impressive selection of locally woven and embroidered attire. Unfortunately we are too exhausted by hiking and excess carbohydrates to really enjoy it. What is more disconcerting is the bored expressions of the locals - evidently forced to attend these contrived tourist-pleasers. We stay for a couple of reels, then retire to shiver our way through the night under a hundredweight of itchy alpaca blankets.
As the next day starts - mercilessly early - a sense of grimness pervades the group. All are suffering a touch of tourist fatigue. We each confess we would rather forego our second night on the islands for a hot shower and a flushing toilet back in Puno.
We pack up and trudge back to the boat, hoping for better luck at our next stop - Taquile.
As it turns out, this gorgeous little island is enough to lift the most jaded of spirits. Our guide directs the boat to a small harbour at the back of the island, sparing us the 500 steps up from the main port which the locals nickname “the tourist killer”.
Nevertheless, we face a substantial climb to the central square - the Plaza de Armas. But the walk is picturesque - a snaking pathway through eucalyptus-garnished hills, overlooking the glittering deep blue of the lake. The landscape here is reminiscent of the Mediterranean, with rocky shores sloping down to inviting bays and hidden beaches.
After a decent lunch of local trout - and potatoes - we meet our second night's host - Silvano. It is his incredible hospitality that really makes this trip. His home is an idyllic farmhouse, tucked away in a secluded part of the island. The courtyard is lined with lime vines and terracotta pots filled with pink flowers. The rooms we are shown to are decked with multi-coloured alpaca rugs and hangings. Our group is elated.
Silvano takes us on a tour of the island, shows us local weaving techniques, explains the island's intricate dress codes and marital systems, shows us how to make organic shampoo from an indigenous plant - and even feeds us protein in the form of omelettes.
Yes, the night is bitterly cold, but the island is so charming and the hospitality so immense that by next morning none of us wants to leave - hot shower or no hot shower. Taquile is a jewel on Titicaca with many of its communities clinging faithfully to a social and agricultural system that pre-dates the Incas.
Silvano can take up to eight people on long or short breaks (silvano.taquile@yahoo.es). I defy even the grumpiest, most tour-weary traveller not to feel buoyed by a night or two as his guest.
Link: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/hubs/gapyear/3122020/The-grown-up-gapper-On-Lake-Titicaca.html
Backpack stuffed with an assortment of fleeces and wool clothing, our gapper goes island hopping on Titicaca, the world's highest navigable lake.
By Ruth Holliday
Last Updated: 4:10PM BST 02 Oct 2008
Peru does cold like few places on earth. At night, temperatures at altitude drop below zero - yet after eight weeks here I am yet to spot any kind of indoor heating system.
In a bid to educate us yet further on the extremes of night-time chilliness, our Peru Experience co-ordinators send us for a four-day stay on Lake Titicaca. The world's highest navigable lake is home to a clutch of hardy tribes whose way of life has remained largely unchanged for millennia. For two nights we are to be guests in their unheated and isolated homes.
First we have a comfortable evening in the friendly lakeside town of Puno, staying in the relative luxury of the Camino Real hotel. Puno is notably unspectacular; most of its buildings are constructed from a brown mud brick, many streets are unpaved and traffic consists mainly of bicycles and tuk-tuk-style motorbike taxis.
In sparkling contrast to the town's dull muddiness is the emerald water of the lake. Titicaca is one of the largest on earth at 110 miles long by 38 miles wide. It’s a vast and shimmering border between Peru and its mountainous neighbour, Bolivia.
Backpacks stuffed with an assortment of fleece and wool clothing, we set out just after dawn to begin our first day's island hopping, crammed aboard an uncomfortable, diesel-saturated boat with around 20 other tourists.
Half an hour later we stop to meet the Uros, a unique community living on man-made reed islands, anchored to the lake-bed by a system of ropes. The islanders are thought to have fled dry land to escape war and famine around three thousand years ago. Ever since they have been replenishing and replacing their floating communities, living on the lake's fish stocks, and more recently, on the fascination of visiting tourists.
On arrival we are greeted with a round of singing by a group of local women, then shown how the islands are made - with reed blocks, reed matting, and yet more reeds strewn on top for good measure. Uros homes are made of reeds, as is the furniture inside, reeds are burned (very carefully) for firewood, and every night the locals sit down to a side order of reed roots with their fish supper.
We are given the chance to look inside the houses, offered a selection of reed-crafts for sale, and then taken from one tiny island to the next on a reed boat woven in the shape of a dragon.
The Uros islands may be an anthropological curiosity, but they are also a well-honed tourist money-spinner. We climb back aboard our non-reed boat feeling we are yet to see anything particularly untouched or authentic.
Amantani is the next stop, an uncomfortable three hours away. From the port we have to climb an inordinate distance up the island's steep mountainside - weighed down as we are with precautionary quantities of warm clothing. At the top, we are introduced to the host families who will accommodate us that night. For 25 soles (around £5) they will provide lunch, dinner and breakfast and give us some form of shelter from the perishing cold.
Our hostess is called Olga - she greets us with one hand while continuing to spin her bobbin of alpaca wool with the other. In rural Peru, spinning is an all-day job. She is dressed in the brightly coloured, voluminous skirts particular to the island, and sets off ahead of us with the speed and stamina of a stampeding llama. We puff and pant after her, and are shown to a simple three-bedded room off a mud-brick courtyard.
Olga shares her tiny home with a husband and three young children. Like other Titicaca islanders in the Altiplano area, they subsist on a largely vegetarian diet. By vegetarian, what I actually mean is potatoes - little else will grow on these exposed and windswept hills. Hence the lunch she proudly serves us is a potato and quinoa (Peruvian grain) soup, followed by a main course of worm-riddled potatoes devoid of sauce, spice or anything else to dilute their floury spudiness. We ask for salt and politely eat what we can, trying to ignore the crunchy bits.
At 4pm we are summoned to a football game in the community's main square - the locals versus the "internationals". As tourists visit the island several times a month, there is a certain spontaneity lacking among the local team. But being South American, they win nevertheless.
Our guide then assembles the fitter members of the group for a one-hour hike to the island's summit to watch the sunset over the lake. We arrive at the top just as the temperature begins to plummet, the sun dipping over the horizon like an immense, glowing egg yolk. The view is extraordinary, the surrounding islands transfigured by the twilight and shrouded in purple mist.
We are encouraged to withstand the cold a little longer to watch the stars come out. Our host families have provided us with a comic assortment of woolly hats for the purpose, complete with knitted ear flaps and colorful pom-poms. We huddle together in the shelter of a craggy rock face and see first Venus, then Mars, then Alpha Centauri twinkle into view. After half an hour or so the biting wind forces us back down to the village, and by the time we arrive the sky is alight with the most dazzling spectacle. Thousands upon thousands of stars, each one incandescent, the Milky Way swirling through their midst in glorious clarity.
But there is little time for stargazing. There is a “special” party to be held for the tourists immediately after our dinner time ration of potatoes. We are dressed in traditional costume for this purpose; a musty but impressive selection of locally woven and embroidered attire. Unfortunately we are too exhausted by hiking and excess carbohydrates to really enjoy it. What is more disconcerting is the bored expressions of the locals - evidently forced to attend these contrived tourist-pleasers. We stay for a couple of reels, then retire to shiver our way through the night under a hundredweight of itchy alpaca blankets.
As the next day starts - mercilessly early - a sense of grimness pervades the group. All are suffering a touch of tourist fatigue. We each confess we would rather forego our second night on the islands for a hot shower and a flushing toilet back in Puno.
We pack up and trudge back to the boat, hoping for better luck at our next stop - Taquile.
As it turns out, this gorgeous little island is enough to lift the most jaded of spirits. Our guide directs the boat to a small harbour at the back of the island, sparing us the 500 steps up from the main port which the locals nickname “the tourist killer”.
Nevertheless, we face a substantial climb to the central square - the Plaza de Armas. But the walk is picturesque - a snaking pathway through eucalyptus-garnished hills, overlooking the glittering deep blue of the lake. The landscape here is reminiscent of the Mediterranean, with rocky shores sloping down to inviting bays and hidden beaches.
After a decent lunch of local trout - and potatoes - we meet our second night's host - Silvano. It is his incredible hospitality that really makes this trip. His home is an idyllic farmhouse, tucked away in a secluded part of the island. The courtyard is lined with lime vines and terracotta pots filled with pink flowers. The rooms we are shown to are decked with multi-coloured alpaca rugs and hangings. Our group is elated.
Silvano takes us on a tour of the island, shows us local weaving techniques, explains the island's intricate dress codes and marital systems, shows us how to make organic shampoo from an indigenous plant - and even feeds us protein in the form of omelettes.
Yes, the night is bitterly cold, but the island is so charming and the hospitality so immense that by next morning none of us wants to leave - hot shower or no hot shower. Taquile is a jewel on Titicaca with many of its communities clinging faithfully to a social and agricultural system that pre-dates the Incas.
Silvano can take up to eight people on long or short breaks (silvano.taquile@yahoo.es). I defy even the grumpiest, most tour-weary traveller not to feel buoyed by a night or two as his guest.
Link: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/hubs/gapyear/3122020/The-grown-up-gapper-On-Lake-Titicaca.html
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