Pilgrimage to the Santuario del Señor de Huanca

Before I start, let me just say that I am not a religious person, so the idea of going on a pilgrimage did seem a little strange. But our journey (I went with volunteers Pilar and Cary) was a good opportunity to explore a new place and experience an important religious festival with the local people.

We did a lot of walking in the process. First, we walked about a kilometre to catch a bus with other pilgrims to San Salvador. After leaving the main highway, the road wound through a narrow gorge, with huge hills sloping steeply down to the Urubamba river. The small town of San Salvador sits alongside the swiftly flowing river, at the other end of the Sacred Valley to Machu Picchu. But we didn’t stop there. The Santuario del Señor de Huanca perches on the majestic slopes of Apu Pachatusan (a Quechua word meaning "one that sustains the Earth"), high above the town, and our bus struggled up the dirt road to deposit us nearby.

The fields below the sanctuary had been turned into a sea of blue plastic-covered stalls, selling all types of religious paraphernalia and memorabilia, as well as food and drink. There was even a woman selling whips – self-flagellation anyone? There were also lots of fortune tellers – I guess pilgrims wanted to see if the things they wished for at the sanctuary would come true.

Religious bling

The whip seller

The chapel of the Señor de Huanca was erected in 1676 to commemorate the appearance of Jesus Christ in a cave on this site. Every year, on 14 September, thousands of devotees from all over Peru and even from as far away as Bolivia, Paraguay, Argentina and Chile, visit the sanctuary to receive the blessing of the Lord. (If you’re interested in the details, I found a good write-up here).

The beautiful chapel

Pilar and I in the chapel

When we climbed up to the chapel with hundreds of other people, the Mass was in progress. We stayed for a while to soak up the atmosphere, and I was surprised to recognise one of the songs (hymns?) being sung – the tune was that of Blowing in the Wind. We then moved on to the nearby area where the faithful light candles and pray for health, wealth and happiness. Further up the hill are two sources of water attributed with miraculous healing properties, so we joined the queue of the faithful to anoint ourselves with the holy water. We only washed our hands and splashed some water on our heads, but others were stripping off quite openly to wash much more of their bodies.

Feeling purified, and refreshed – it was a hot day! – we decided to walk the kilometre back down the hill to San Salvador. The views were dramatic, the air was fresh, and the countryside pretty. The main road of the town was lined with stalls, offering food to hungry travellers but we decided to catch a van to nearby Pisac to eat.

Our visit to the Santuario del Señor de Huanca was enlightening. We were the only gringos there, so we attracted some attention and a few comments. But our respectful attitude and our participation in the water purification ceremony were well received by the other pilgrims, who were friendly and more than willing to provide information and advice. I left feeling calm and peaceful. I’ll report back if my wish comes true!

A small girl clings to one of the
religious statues

A beautifully adorned cross

Urubamba market

Today I went on a road trip to Urubamba, a small town in the Sacred Valley. It doesn’t have a lot of tourist attractions – it’s a place people pass through on their way to somewhere else, Machu Picchu in one direction, Pisac in the other – but it does have a large local market. So, today I thought we’d take a photographic tour through a typical market where Peruvians do most of their shopping.

The health food store, with some weird
and wonderful remedies

Carefully choosing tasty tomatoes

Every market has a shrine - I presume this is
the patron saint of good business!

Peruvians love their flowers

Legumes

Shelling peas between customers

Luscious limes

This deep purple corn is used to make the drink chichamorada

The pumpkins here are huge -- and delicious

A happy fruit seller

One of the many potato sellers

Piles of perfect peppers

Picturesque Pisac

Today was my third trip to the small village of Pisac, 32km from Cusco. It’s easily accessible in a 12-seater people carrier for 4 or 5 soles (that’s about $1.50 for a 45-minute ride over the hills and down some dramatic roads into the Sacred Valley, that leads eventually to Machu Picchu).

Set atop the spectacular hills that tower over Pisac is an ancient Inca citadel. I haven’t yet explored these ruins – having seen the Inca ruins at Saqsayhuaman, Chinchero, Tipon and Moray, I’m saving my next ruin experience for Machu Picchu. But from the village you can easily see the Incan agricultural terraces cascading down the incredibly steep hillsides.

The reason I go to Pisac is the shopping! Every Sunday the town comes alive when its famous weekly market fills the central plaza and surrounding narrow streets with stalls selling an amazing variety of products. The plaza itself is where the locals buy their veges – so many varieties of the humble potato! – and come to eat, while the neighbouring street sellers aim more at the tourist market, selling colourful textiles and pottery, beautiful silver and semi-precious stone jewellery, as well as a wide selection of the more usual tourist produce: hats, scarves and t-shirts, paintings, and assorted niknaks.

On my three trips, with various volunteers, I’ve bought a silver pendant, two pairs of silver earrings – one set inset with lapis lazuli, the other with serpentine (the stone of Machu Picchu) – and a silver ring, inset with the seven colours of the rainbow that are used in the flag of Cusco. The total cost for these four items – after a bit of good-natured haggling -- was about $55 – amazing prices!

To be honest, it’s not just the shopping that attracts me. I love the bustling market atmosphere and the quaint architecture of this beautiful rural Andean village. It has a delightful small church, where today we listened for a short while to a mass presented in both Spanish and the local Quechua language. Many of the locals still wear their colourful traditional costumes. And today we were invited to watch part of a wedding ceremony that was taking place in the courtyard of a local house – a privilege indeed!.

Local women stand at the back of the church, carrying their babies on their backs

Colourful wedding guests

The wedding party