There is another side to PSF as well, which is an integral
part of the experience. I’m talking about the social elements. The people
around you have a huge bearing on your life so the communal side of things has
a big bearing on the experience you have. I had an incredible experience and much
of the credit goes to the people I was working and living with.
It’s no stretch to say I made lifelong friends in the two and
a bit weeks I was there. Of course, this is true of travelling anywhere. But
with PSF, there’s such a diverse range of talented people who share a similar
mind-set that it’s easy to make real connections. Never before have I seen so
many good people gathered together in one place. There are also plenty of
opportunities to be social.
The living arrangements promote it. There are two buildings
which house the volunteers. All meals are served at one, which has a large
courtyard. This courtyard also hosts a meeting every morning. At night, there
is generally a fire in a barrel to huddle around with a cold litre of cerveza. During
the day, some sort of productivity is always going on in the courtyard. The
whole place hums with activity the whole time. It’s a set-up which encourages
interaction.
PSF’ers are the thing-doing type. The second day I was there
we had a day off due to a Peruvian national holiday. We went to the beach and
had a bonfire with beers. It was a great way to meet some people and get to the
talking.
Something which happens fairly regularly is a trip to
Huacacina, one of the nearby towns. The ‘main’ draws is sandboarding. This is
basically like snowboarding but on sand. Around 20 of us went out there on the
last weekend I was in Peru and it was massive.
It started off with a mini-bus ride for an hour and a half to Huacacina. There
was a lot of rum involved. The vibe was festive.
Upon arrival we checked into the hostal and proceeded to
continue making merry next to the pool. It was mid-afternoon and we already had
a good glazing. We kept up the pre-gaming at a good rate for a few hours until
it was dark and late and time to go to the nightclub. Fortunately, this was
adjacent to the hostal. What else could we do but go in and tear it a new one?
The next day was an exercise in agony. However the weather
was good and there was a pool to laze around so not everything was mislaid.
Calming recovery beers were drunk in this ideal locale (never doubt the power
of a recovery beer). Later we went out to sandboard.
Sandboarding is fun and I would recommend it to a friend.
First you get into a massive souped-up dune buggy and drive madly around the dunes.
Then you find a good steep one and drive to the top. Next you strap a waxed
piece of wood to your feet. Alternatively, you can lie down on said wood. Then
you do your best to get to the bottom of the dune stylishly or at least upright.
My penchant for nudity kicked in at this point and I
stripped off to do a ‘winner takes all’ high risk run on the last hill.
Fortunately I made it down in one smooth, unbroken ride. There should even be a
video of it somewhere (although I’ve never seen it) as I was followed by a
lucky fella with a camera strapped to his head. Afterwards, everyone thought it
would be a great joke to make me wait a long time for my clothes to come down.
To be fair, it was. Getting back was eventful as the buggy got stuck at the
bottom of a bowl of sand. We got it out eventually but it was negligible for a
while.
We rushed back to PSF to go to a birthday party. With 80-odd
people in PSF there tends to be one or two a week. This one was great, with
lots of games and food and laughter. It was set up so that to get a drink you
had to complete a challenge. It was a great night and the ideal end to the
weekend.
There were two bars in town that the volunteers went to:
Mystica and the other one (the name escapes me but I remember the floodlights).
Both were good for a laugh although the volunteers tended to make up most of
the customers when we went. I remember one night on the way to Mystica I asked
the driver of the tuk-tuk (basically a three wheeled motorbike rigged up to carry
some people) if I could take the controls. I was surprised to be allowed,
considering I was slurring drunk. After we arrived at the bar and dropped off
the other volunteers he let me take it for a lap. When we swapped bars I again asked
successfully. I was properly sloshed by this stage and just gave it full noise
over a speedbump into an intersection. The other volunteers on the back were terrified
but I was delighted.
Another interesting but horrible social event we attended
was a real-life cockfight. After pantomiming the actions of 2 roosters fighting
to the tuk-tuk driver (including foot actions) we made it to a little concrete coliseum
with a sandy arena in the middle. Two birds were being prepared, which meant
having blades ties onto the backs of their feet. Then they were placed to face
each other, separated by a flimsy plastic barrier. This was removed and the
birds eyed each other up. One of them made a crowing noise. Then there was a
blur of motion. Around a second later one of the birds was only good for use in
soup. This cock fighting was serious stuff and I didn’t enjoy it. It was a bit
brutal for my tastes. Having said that it is an important part of Peruvian
culture and I’m glad I went along. We must have watched about six or seven rounds
before we’d seen enough.
That’s a taste of the social scene at PSF. There’s so much
more to it than that though. It’s an important element of what makes PSF such a
great experience. I was surprised at how sad I was to be leaving after only two
and a half weeks. But I had a flight to catch so leave I did, going through a
protest and then getting on a bus to Ica. From Ica I managed to catch a bus
directly to Santiago in Chile. It was 54 hours of cramped, unreclining,
hostile, and distinctly non-English-speaking hell. I was the only Gringo on the
bus and everyone else made sure I knew I wasn’t welcome. But I got to Santiago
with a night to spare, cleaned my bike and caught my plane so it all ended
okay.
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