Farm number two was a sugar cane farm, Hacienda Cachigaga just outside Huanuco, Peru. We stayed in a beautiful open air hacienda above the little shop they had for their products.
We were hosted by Teresa and Honorato, the parents of the guy we contacted via email about visiting. They were wonderful, like host grandparents.
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| Left to right: me, Rodolfo (son of Honorato and Teresa), Honorato, Teresa, Vanessa and Lulu (related somehow to the family I think) Shay. |
Our work there consisted of labeling various products. We did aguardiente bottles, both 2 liter plastic and glass bottle fifths.
We also stuck labels on panela bags.
Lots and lots of panela bags. Like about 1900 total.
I think they were gearing up to make a big batch soon, when we left we wanted to get some to take with us. We were told there wasn't any on the farm to buy, Teresa called around and found one of their storefronts in town that had 5 bags left.
The waterwheel was going a couple times while we were there, they used the river to push it and squeeze the cane juice out. There was a huge vat of cane juice going to be made into the different things (though we never actually saw the panela or aguardiente processes.
There were also huge piles of spent sugar cane out back. I'm not sure what they do with it.
One of the days we were there we went to their son`s birthday party. It was a typical South American party, lots of food, lots of family, and lots of beer. I elected to keep my cup full of chicha, a purple corn juice instead since no one needs that much Budweiser. We ended up sitting out back at what I took to be the old guy`s table. They pulled a couple guitars out and played for a while. It was wonderful.
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| This guy reminded me of an older, Latino, Crocodile Dundee in all green, the hat, and his boots. |
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| This guy cracked me up with his boots and glasses. |
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