Actually,
you will be surprised to find out what’s behind such a plain-looking door in a
side lane in Oropesa, Peru.
We’ve
been thinking about getting some guinea pigs to raise at school, partly to
breed them to make some money and partly to teach the children how to care for
other living creatures. Each day at Eufemia’s, the little cafe where we have
lunch, we always exchange pleasantries with an old gentleman who lunches at the
same time as us.
Today,
when we were asking Eufemia questions about raising guinea pigs – she has
recently acquired about 40 herself, the old gentleman was also providing us
with answers and extra information, and we found out he also raises guinea
pigs. He invited us to visit his house so, after we’d finished eating, we went
to see him.
Lovely, heavily pregnant lady |
Pens of little piglets |
His is
the blue door. And behind that door, as well as his house, he has a room full
of around 200 guinea pigs of all shapes and sizes – a couple of bigger male
studs in with the females they are busy servicing, separate small cages for
heavily pregnant females who are about to give birth, pens for litters of
around the same age, and a whole of heap of babies (they call them cria) scurrying around on the floor.
I love the
rich chestnut brown colour of domesticated guinea pigs, and their fur is very
soft, but it’s actually quite difficult to get near any of them. Unlike the
guinea pigs kept as pets in the West, these little critters are extremely
skittish and run around excitedly at the slightest movement near their pens.
One thing that struck me was the noise – they squeak constantly, or wheek as
some people call it. If you’ve never heard a guinea pig wheek, I found this short
YouTube clip that will give you a good idea.
After
visiting the guinea pigs, we were all set to leave when our elderly friend
asked if we’d like to see his flowers. A few plants behind the house, I thought
– how wrong I was! There were huge hot houses full of plants of all
descriptions – and, interestingly, many of the plant names are exactly the same
in Spanish, just pronounced differently.
We were
amazed and a little stunned and totally delighted as the man proudly showed us
around. And he looks
after all these plants himself, propagating from seed and
stem and leaf cutting, and eventually selling them to retailers as far away as
Puno and Lima. He is a retired teacher, but now spends his days happily
pottering in his wonderful garden. Who would have thought this little bit of
paradise was lurking behind that bland looking front door!
So come on Annie, why does any self-respecting Peruvian have 200 guinea pigs....?
ReplyDeleteIt's his retirement plan - no old-age pensions here. You need to work to live.
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