Silvia

Travel Stories - Colombia


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introduction


I have to hurry in the bus station of Cali to catch the minibus to Popyan but once sitting in the minibus it turns out that it only leaves when the bus is full. The bus boy tries his luck with everybody to get his bus full so we can leave. Finally we’re leaving. The number of military "roadblocks" is increasing and I wonder if the FARC has really been wiped out here.

 

Otherwise I wander why all these soldiers are needed for. And like everywhere in the country, with every stop the driver has to pay more money for “toll”. It seems that we are off the "Pan-American" main road and take a slightly different route to "Piendamo"; the road is getting worse and we stop more often to pick up new people. The first "Indians" board the bus and although I do not want to look too much, I am very curious how they are dressed - a brown bowler hat, an azure blue skirt and a black cape.

 

This man also has poison green socks, mountain boots under his knee high skirt and a scarf with red, yellow and brown colors. The driver puts his foot on the gas and we race through trafic. At my destination, Popyan, we arrive three hours later. Here many vans, carts and cars and parked and because I saw already from the bus another bus with my destination in front of the window so I hurry to go that way. I am the third person to board the bus and I put my big bag on the seat next to me waiting for the bus to depart. 


The Guambiano Indians


Here are more Guambiano Indians walking around with their typical bowler hat and blue skirts and I order some "ahmobanda" sandwiches and a piece of cake for breakfast/lunch at one of the many bakeries. The bus to "Silvia" is full when we leave three quarters of an hour later. Now we drive the three quarters of an hour through the mountains and we hop from side to side.

 

The village Silvia is just a few streets and a fairly large square with a cathedral. I step out and immediately see that this area is Native American – many Indians walk around the city square and it is not yet a market day yet. At an expensive hotel I ask what the prices of rooms are and if these are far above my budget I ask for a more economic hostel. While I am walking that way I see a tribe member crawling on a motorbike. The man drives 5 meters and then falls of – he’s as drunk as a skunk.

 

Now I notice that the bars around the square are all well filled with local guys drinking. I first have to find a hostel and follow the route that the hotel's wife earlier told me. At first I knock on the door without answering and at the second I walk down a spacious patio where some people are eating. Everywhere in the big building are small rooms hidden away behind wooden doors. She first shows me a small room with only a bed. Then I see another with TV and private shower and toilet. Which is of course more expensive but I ask if I as a "poor" tourist can not have the more expensive room for the cheap price. She quickly agrees and I check in with a smile. 


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the farc bunker


After watching TV and drinking my first "aqua panela", I walk back up the street and see the big bunker made of green sandbags about 20 meters down the street. There are two soldiers walking around and there is a barricade made in my street of plastic bars filled with sand and some pieces of wood.

 

I have no idea what the reason is, and it seems that the soldiers will not tell me that either. Later on I would learn that all these soldiers are not here for nothing - behind the river and hill the FARC is still active. I wander around on my way to the central square and "quietly" take in the Indian population in my eyes, just to be represented around the city square and at the small vegetable market further on. I keep on walking and I still find it a strange sight when I see Indians with a mobile phone or as in the internet café behind a PC. I also didn’t expect to see Indians in their tradional clothes walk around in Colombia but I have to admit it’s a beautiful sight to see. 

 

 

At a cafe on the square I order a cup of coffee and ask if they may have "soncocho" as it is on the menu which is chalked on the wall. Although it’s on the meny they don’t have it unfortunately. A mix of people enters the cafe; Colombian tourists, Indians who all live around the city and local people. And of course there is the local dog that every five minutes tries to find a way in and then is chased away with cleaning spray. After enjoying my "pintado" I walk back tot he hostel and feel the difference in temperature - Silvia is 2600 meters height. 


day 2: market


The market starts at dawn but yesterday I heard from the girl that the "Indians" of the surrounding villages do not show up until about nine or even ten. About eight o'clock I scribble my bed and pack my backpack a bit. I decide to go to the market early  because I'm a bit afraid to miss something. When arriving at the square, it appears that this is only used as a parking lot and that the market is a bit further away.

 

There are loads of jeeps, buses, trucks and many "chivas" with which the "Guambiano" Indians come to Silvia. I walk to the boring little street where there was little to do yesterday - now it is very busy and I immediately spot many bowler hats. "They" are already there. The stores are all managed by "ordinary" Colombians but I see many "Indians" do their shopping and just drink a cup of coffee - as if they were "ordinary" people which ofcourse they are. I walk past some stalls with iron, clothes and shoes and see the first Guambiano Indians sitting in a row with a blanket on the ground with some fruit and vegetables in front of them.

 

They also sell a lot of garlic and onions I see that they bundle together and put upright for sale. I'd really like it - grab my camera and shoot some pictures because the picture is fantastic - a row of Indians with azure blue skirts, black capes and brown and black bowler hats with colored fruit for them - but I know My travel guide that "they" do not appreciate the camera at all and even become aggressive when you pick them up. Maybe well, otherwise it will be a puppet show here. I do it very carefully and not to close. 


empanada's and coffee


It also strikes me that I am the only Western (tourist) here and perhaps even the only tourist at this time. There is a big covered markethall inside and I decide to take a look there. Now I discover it’s a gym and under the basket are sitting a lot of people selling fruit – it’s a mix of people who offer this for sale. On a piece of concrete, I see a lot of clothing, shoes and other fabrics beyond the meat and vegetables.

 

The bowler hats are mainly sellers of fruits and vegetables (lots of potato varieties) and there are also many to find at the market food stalls that are built around this hall. Next to me an Indian family takes place and order some "empanadas" and coffees.I make some contact with some indigenous people here and it strikes me that they find it OK with some attention from a tall Westerner – althoug I heard different things about it.

 

Probably they mean they don’t like it when dozens of tourists show up with their big camera’s just to take pictures. Suddenly I see a little group of white tourists although they are gone in a minute. Now it’s time to walk relaxed over the market - look at some stuff at stalls, smile to children with their "strange" cane hats that can be folded and worn on their back. It is now a bit later and indeed more Indians are coming to this market to do their weekly shopping. As far as I know, Colombian tourists are here not at all, although I saw some of them yesterday. The number of soldiers is kinda scary though. I wonder what exactly they are doing here - what they are afraid of – a bomb attack or smuggling or?

 

For me it’s time to go – I’ve got an idea what it’s all about and I walk back to my hostel. 


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tips & advice (2013)


  • Name: Hostel La Parilla

Address: The street on the left of the cathedral, about 100 meters

Price: 15,000 COL (including shower and toilet)

 

Content:

Near the central square where the "Indians" market is held is this local hotel which has quite a lot of rooms. They are all different - I have seen rooms with four beds but also singles; some with and others without toilet and shower. Everything is on the ground floor and I had a clean and well-functioning toilet and shower (hot water). There is a TV and small 2 person bed. Although it does not all look modern and had a curtain hung and a well-closing door it has something authentic and it is pretty quiet and relaxed.

 

The hostel is also used as a restaurant and you can also buy some other stuff (there is a paper on the door with the menu and stuff you can buy). The girl and staff are very friendly and helpful. The disadvantage is that the rooms smell a bit musty; no towel or toilet roll is handed out - there is a piece of soap and the blankets in bed are nice and thick which is needed – it can be chilly here.


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