Peru looks and feels like Indiana Jones territory. And travelling there with kids in tow is an adventure of epic proportions. It’s certainly not for the faint of heart. Transportation difficulties, truly outlandish food, and the country’s rugged nature can be incredibly challenging.
But boy, it’s worth it.
A couple of years back I took a trekking tour of southeastern Peru with my son George. We started our tour in the capital city, Lima. It’s a safe bet because it’s practically at sea level, meaning there are no issues with acclimatization nor altitude sickness.
George sports Taquile handicrafts
As a city Lima is surprisingly dynamic. A trip through the central district takes you past churches dating from as early as the 16th and 17th centuries, most notable of which are the Cathedral of Lima and the Monastery of San Francisco, said to be connected by eerie subterranean catacombs.
We visited Friendship Park in Santiago de Surco. Centerpiece of the park is a 29 meter high Arco Morisco (Moorish Arch), with lookout points that allow you to see out over much of Surco and the gardens below. A 1920s vintage steam train, refurbished to full working order, chugged us around the park and we rented pedal boats at the lagoon.
We spent a couple of hours at the Natural History Museum, located on Av. Arenales in the district of Jesus Maria. It’s everything kids think a museum should be, with exhibits ranging from the full skeleton of a whale to fossil dinosaurs, minerals and pre-historic mammals and what seems like the entire population of Peru’s birdlife stuffed and mounted for visitors closer inspection.
Puno flower sellers
Next stop Puno. This high altitude city (at 12,628 ft) was billed as the jumping off point for our explorations of Lake Titicaca.
It’s worth knowing that acclimatization proper starts in practical terms over 2,000 meters. Turns out we should have made a layover at an intermediate altitude, because within hours of arriving we were both feeling the effects of headache, nausea, dizziness and shortness of breath. These sort of symptoms occur when the body has not had time to adjust to thin air.
We took advice at the local pharmacy where they told us to take things easy, eat only light meals, drink plenty of water and drink no booze for the first day or two. (Diamox is often prescribed but be sure to consult with your doctor before you leave as not everyone can take it, plus it isn’t without side effects that can prove as troublesome as altitude sickness). We stuck to drinking mate de coca (tea made out of coca leaves) and took a few aspirins. That seemed to do the trick.
There were a number of basic hotels and hostels to choose from. The going rate is around £17 a night for a room with a full bed and bathroom. We found a room with 3 single beds and a bathroom for around £20 and we slept off our jet lag.
Puno is the capital of Peru’s altiplano – and this harsh highland region is probably better suited to roaming vicuñas and alpacas than to people. But it is also Peru’s folklore center with a rich array of handicrafts, costumes, holidays, legends and more than 300 ethnic dances.
In February, Puno hosts the Feast of the Virgin de la Candelaria, and the town is filled with processions, music and fireworks. Our favourite spot became the market down by the train tracks. The vibrant colours here, the sounds and smells, are uniquely South American. Local ladies wearing traditional ‘polleras’ and ‘monteras’ sell seemingly every variety of potato (potatoes originate in the Andes), fresh flowers, as well as handicrafts and beautifully crafted musical instruments.
George and friend venture out on an Uros reed boat
Of course our biggest venture was Lake Titicaca. The world’s highest navigable lake is deep-blue and sits in a cup of mountain peaks. According to legend, the first Inca, Manco Capac, emerged from Lake Titicaca and founded the Inca empire. They say that the shape of Lake Titicaca is a giant puma, opening his mouth to eat a rabbit (the rabbit being Puno Bay).
Since pre Inca days, the local Uros Indians have lived on tiny floating islands built on soft patches of totora reeds here in the middle of Lake Titicaca. It’s an extraordinary sight. The natives who live on these reed islands, actually do eat, sleep, and work on the islands. They mostly subsist off the reeds and fish, and the money they earn comes from tourists and mainlanders who buy their fish and handicrafts.
Lake Titicaca has a number of these reed islands and they all depend on each other for survival. But the Uros don’t reject modern technology: some boats have motors, some houses even have solar panels to run tv. They have a radio station, schools, a clinic and even a church.
The hardest thing to fathom was how these entirely man-made islands stand up to so much traffic. The Uros start the islands with a dense, natural growth of reeds, then pile bundled reeds on top of each other to form a circle, which they replenish repeatedly every fortnight.
We stepped tentatively onto one island, only to find it soft, springy and – thankfully – very supportive underfoot. The purpose of the island settlements was originally defensive, and if a threat arose they could be moved. I lost sight of George for a few minutes and finally spotted him high in a watchtower engulfed by a huge, yawning reed monster. Impressive workmanship.
George ping-ponged his way around the floating island chewing on iodine rich reed roots. He made fast friends with a local kid who invited him out on a boat ride. I held my breath as they floated out on crystal waters bobbing and swaying on what seemed like little more than a flimsy reed raft. Of course he lived to tell the story … again and again and again.
George proudly invested in a miniature reed boat (replica of the real thing) to prove his point as well as some pan-pipes, and an exquisite ‘charango’ guitar (I’m told) made from armadillo shells.
The 4-hour boat ride ferried us onwards to the island of Taquile. This traditional Island is a Quechua speaking community, where villagers still live off ancient agricultural terraces and the skill of Taquileños weavers who have maintained a tradition dating back centuries.
There are no cars and no bicycles on the island, transport is by foot or by beast. And while we spotted the odd sheep, cow and chicken, it turned out Taquile has the curious distinction of being dog free because the natives consider dogs (as well as cats) a delicacy.
This sense of freedom from modern paraphenalia made for glorious trekking. From the boat landing, we hiked up countless, hand-hewn stone steps to the village (be warned, it’s quite a schlepp to the main plaza).
Along the way we encountered unfazed sheep and cows on the path, vibrantly dressed men and women drop-spinning as they strolled by, and toddlers running out to greet us with herbs and flowers. We got a crash course in botany as we climbed. Unusual flowers and trees on the Island include the Kolle (used as timber for roofing and for firewood), the Cantuta flower (national flower of Peru), the Chukjo (used as detergent) and the medicinal plant Muña (for stomach disease).
It seemed as though nothing went to waste here and everything had a use. Incredible colours were everywhere. When the Spanish arrived here they forbade traditional dress, so the islanders adopted Spanish peasant clothing. Surprisingly they still proudly maintain that traditional dress today and combine it with finely tailored, distinctive Andean-style garments (bright skirts, hats, ponchos, belts, mantles, coca-leaf purses, and woollen shawls decorated with pompoms. It’s like wearing your Sunday best, 24-7.
Our journey around Lake Titicaca typified our Peruvian experience. It is a country where practices run deep – 5,000 years, to be exact. Yet it is a place continuously energised by fresh influences and welcoming to visitors.
If you come prepared for a little less, I guarantee you’ll leave Peru with a whole lot more.
Essential Family Travel Tips
For every 3,000 feet (915 meters) of elevation gained, plan on taking a rest day.
Food and drink in Peru is varied enough to appeal to most kids. Pizzas are available almost everywhere, as are fried chicken, french fries, corn-on-the-cob and fresh soups. Inka Cola is the soft drink of choice. If you eat meat this is the place to sample alpaca. It’s quite good, fairly fatty, but not at all gamey. In Puno it’s often on the menu in restaurants.
‘Cuy’ is a meat staple and prepared in a number of ways. You can order it stuffed and roasted, piquant and quartered, or flattened whole and fried. FYI, it’s guinea-pig.
Most restaurant and bar bills include a 10% gratuity. It’s customary to add an extra 10% if the service has been satisfactory. Taxis do not expect tips. Fares are negotiated prior to initiating the trip.
Sunscreen is a very important consideration, as are sun-hats. Both George and I got burned sitting out on the deck on the return boat ride from Taquile. Conversely, it can get cold at night in the Andes, so take plenty of warm clothing. Hand made alpaca hats, sweaters and gloves are a good buy.
Water quality in Lima and Peru is a huge issue. In Lima, the water is just about good enough to clean your teeth but not to drink.
Travelling around the country is perhaps the most arduous activity. Bus and train journeys are generally long (12 hours or more) Children under ten generally get half fare on local (but not inter-regional) buses, while trains and boats generally charge full fare if a seat is required. Infants who don’t need a seat often travel free on all transport except planes, when you pay around ten percent of the fare.
Helen Truszkowski travelled part of her way across Peru with Families Worldwide. Helen is a new contributor on Ciao Bambino! British born and bred, Helen has worked as a travel writer and photographer for the past 20 years. She was previously travel editor at Executive Woman magazine and is the founding author behind award winning guidebook series, ‘Take the Kids:’ Her title Take The Kids … Paris & Disneyland Resort Paris is a bestseller. Helen divides her time between Los Angeles and London with her two sons, George, 16, and Jack, 6.
Photos courtesy of Helen Truszkowski