Samaipata: Tranquil Gateway to Parque Amboro
Trip Start Jan 30, 2010
43Trip End Sep 12, 2010
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Samaipata is off the gringo trail primarily due to its inaccessibility. This pretty village of 3,000 is a model of how an influx of ex-pats can benefit a rural community. Over the past five years, Germans, Dutch, Austrians and other Europeans have quietly moved in, opening small restaurants, posadas, and shops which employ locals for fair wages. Samaipata's cobbled streets and pretty central plaza are pleasant places to wander on sunny afternoons, and this is exactly what we did often during our week's stay here.
Samaipata's main claim to fame is its proximity to El Fuerte pre-Incan ruins which we explored with great interest. The ceremonial city was built in the shadow of a huge black outcrop in the shape of a serpent. Upon this rock were carved animal shapes, seating, alcoves for icons, and two canals leading from the pinnacle, thought to have carried sacrificial blood as an offering to the gods. Once the Spaniards found this place, the resident Incas became slaves, working their terraced crops on behalf of their conquerors and constructing colonial houses from Incan-cut stones.
We stayed in a great place in Samaipata, "Posada del Sol", an apt name given the week of glorious weather we enjoyed. The garden here, where one can relax among flowering trees and bushes, hummingbirds, butterflies, and two sociable parrots, is a worthwhile stop for a family that needs a respite from the rigours of travel (as we did!)
We were fortunate to meet another family here, Norwegians, with two girls, 11 and 7. Oliver became fast friends with the kids, Camilla and Emilie, and endless games of Monopoly and a fun Norwegian card game called Hoppi Halva (sp?!) ensued.
The day we left Samaipata, April 21, was Oliver's 12th birthday. It was hard to find a gift for him, so an IOU on an El Fuerte postcard was the best we could do. In any case, the day was saved by chocolate pancakes AND being invited to sit in the cockpit of the plane for our flight to La Paz. Oliver was whisked away by a flight attendant and remained in the cabin for the duration, including the landing. He was even allowed to sit in the pilot's seat (see photo) -- a birthday treat unheard of in post 911 USA!