Fiesta of the Moxos Indians
Trip Start Jun 27, 2004
57Trip End Sep 22, 2004
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It was an interesting journey of four hours. There were three rivers to cross, each by a balsa, a small raft, which the camion edges gently onto before being shuttled across. It was a nervy crossig the first time as I really didn't believe these tiny boats could support the weight! The rest of the journey was on long sandy roads and whenever another vehicle passed us in the opposite direction, we all cowered underneath blankets to protect us from the dust. I was so pleased not to be wearing my contact lenses!
On arrival in San Ignacio I started to look for a hotel, but my progress was delayed somewhat by a procession in the centre of the village
After taking far too many photos, I wandered for two hours around every hotel, guest house and whatever else. There were no rooms available because it was fiesta time. Finally the Hotel Plaza, funnily enough on the plaza, agreed to give me a triple room if I paid for all three beds. I hadn't travelled all that way to get on the first bus home so I paid. Prices during fiesta are twice the going rate anyway, so I was paying at least six times what I should have done for a bed. No hot water either, the showers were freeeeeezing!
The music was relentless during my two days in San Ignacio. Small brass bands played on different street corners and joined in the processions when they began again
Saturday continued pretty much as Friday had been with music, processions, drinking and games. I met a couple of Israelis in the hotel who felt similarly ripped off. One challenged me to a game of chess and with the score at Israel 0 England 2, he gave up!
I took some time out to wander half an hour up the dusty road to the local lake. It was clearly the place the locals go to escape from the heat as it was packed. There were loads of birds around, but I never saw any fish in the water.
Having booked a place on the last bus back to Trinidad at 3pm, I wandered around the village again. A giant bullring had been constructed for a bullfight that afternoon. The bulls were in the middle anxiously awaiting their fate. The canon fired the start of proceedings as the bus pulled away. I'm not really sure I wanted to see the spectacle of bulls being slaughtered anyway!