She needed to get a water sample from the river that runs through Huaraz. I agreed to go with her, since I have become a water sampling master. That and I don't think she had anyone else to go with. So.... we were off. We bought some stuff before we went and then headed downhill towards the river. However, it was pretty hard to gain access. Everyone was blocking us off. We did, however, watch as women used pipes sucking water up directly to wash their clothes. We also got to smell the river as we wandered through dusty streets and over bridges looking over the murky waters below.
It was the smelliest, nastiest, dirtiest river ever. Not true, actually. In fact, not even the dirtiest river I've seen.... India took care of that. Which is AWFUL. Nasty. Gross. Images say more...
Sarah sampling at the bottom of the trash hill/river bank.... By the way, this was right before she noticed the dead pig in the water and almost fell in because she was gagging...
Red muck being poured directly into the river....
These girls were washing their clothes and themselves directly across the river from Sarah and the dead pig....
Needless to say, I feel dirty and yucky and sort of like vomiting all day.... However, other nice things happened, so that's good. But I will always remember my expedition of filth with disgust and horror....
2 comments:
Greg sez:
"Who makes up the labels for these postings? Did you create the categories of 'expedition,' 'filth,' and 'yucky,' or did somebody else? Incidentally, all my blog postings get these labels."
Hi Sarah!
I was checking out your blog. Hard to imagine mansions with built in pools for recreation...
Aunt Lorraine
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