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Ever since some European backpackers told me in broken English that “We make pictures at Penis temple”, I was curious to check that place out.

Inka Uyo

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It’s a rock, it’s a farm, it’s an erect penis! The Inka Uyo

Chucuito (चुकुअीतो) is a little village about 18 km south of Puno along the coast of Lake Titicaca. There is nothing much to see here except for an archeological site called “Inca Uyo” (अीन्का अुयो). “Uyo”, in Quechuan (one of the original ‘native’ language of central Andes and the second largest spoken languages in Peru) literally means ‘penis’.

Dedicated to that idea, was the ancient Temple of Fertility at Chukuito. The site contains dozens of mushroom shaped erect penises few feet long. They are symbolically pointing towards the Inti (Sun God) and Pacha mama (Mother Earth).

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A penis, hard as a rock, symbolically mating with Pacha mama, the Mother Earth

Someone told me that on specific days, virgin women arrive here at night, perform rituals to the God of fertility and sit on the phalluses. It is a symbolic ritual to increase their fertility.

A fake site?
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Temple of Fertility

I was surprised that the Spanish left this site intact while they destroyed most of other Incan/Pagan temples. Infact, there is a large colonial church right next to this temple! The other thing I observed (and is quite obvious) was that the penises were circumcised… something that the Incas did not do. Some articles question the authenticity of the temple in its current form, although the authenticity of the stones itself is not questioned. Someone might just have rearranged and touristified what was otherwise a broken temple.

I purchased some phallic souvenirs and came back to Puno.

Look! A foreigner
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Me and a school boy in a Combi

Traveling with local people in the crowded Combi was the best part of this journey. They were all staring at me, watching my every action, and even laughing at my broken Spanish. :) Earlier that day, a roadside banana seller told me in Spanish how to go to Chucoito (I was nodding as if I understood everything). From the local Collectivo stop in Puno, a ride to Chucuito costs only Uno (one) sol. The lady money collector however was teasing me and asking for “Uno Americano Dólar, Señor” (अुनो अामेरीकान्यो दोलर, सेन्योर) while I went “Si” (सी=yes) and joined the laughter.

A Collectivo could be any vehicle such as a bus, mini van or a car that is used for public transport. Specifically, a Combi is a shared taxi. The driver will wait until the vehicle is full and then leave. Often he will stuff more people in. Combi’s in Peru are the same as ‘Tuk-Tuk’ or ‘Phat-Phat’ (or any other names I dont know) in India or ‘Sherut’ in Israel or ‘Marshrutka’ in Russia or ‘Jitney’ in US/Canada.

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Inside a Combi just before it got too crowded. Women are usually seen wearing round hats.

The rest of the town is pretty much typical – A Plaza de Armas, Churches, few shops around and houses and fields.
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Colonial Church at the Plaza de Armas, Chucuito

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This summer I had been to [tag]Jalori pass[/tag] (10,500 ft) in [tag]Himachal[/tag]. Our group was relaxing at the Jalori pass temple when suddenly about 25-30 people local villagers appeared. It was a [tag]marriage[/tag] party and the newly weds had come to seek the blessings of the local deity

Band for the marriage party.
Band members playing some nice music

Crackers burst as the couple seek blessings from the deity.
Some fireworks while the couple exit the temple after darshan

Welcoming the couple with crackers and dance.
People break into celebrations

Celebration - dance, music and some rain!
Celebrations – dance, music, crackers and some rain!

It was good to see that the people were very liberal and girls were participating with boys. They invited us to participate in the celebrations. I tried to play the huge pipes (dunno what they are called), but in vain…

I was touched by the simplicity of the people here, and the whole region in general (Kullu, Banjar, Jibhi, Manali etc). I spoke to one of the guys. He appreciated that people from cities are visiting remote places now. But he also expressed concern that it shouldn’t be overdone. Ok all that’s a different post.

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