Buff3y and ‘The Battle of The Big Hats’, Peru


Guide books usually kick off an introduction by saying something nice about the population of the country to be visited. In the case of Peru this appears to have been a bit of a challenge and the best that my edition of Lonely Planet could muster is to describe the people as “stoic”. They obviously heavily edited the first three drafts which no doubt used far less flattering terms, ‘a tad irritating’ figuring prominently. This would certainly have been a more accurate description for a good contingent of the inhabits the stretch of country surrounding Cajamarca in the north, or ‘Big Hat Country’. These hats have rims big enough to pick up satellite TV; not quite in the Mexican sombrero class but getting out there.

Big Hat market in Celendin

Under the huge brims of the ludicrously over sized head-ware, the people are (as I found to my chagrin) capable of colossal feats of collective stupidity. In the face of the multiple Klepto-crats Peru insists on electing (Keiko Fujimori almost recently won re-election!) and the general lack of trust (justified evidently) in public institutions and more general social breakdown, people do tend to close ranks around family and clan and behave in less civil ways to others outside these groups. Regardless, I consider that the way the visitor is treated is a measure of a people and sadly the Big Hats are lacking in some of the more simple social graces. However, the choice of local tourist slogan: ‘We’re all a bit dim but the scenery is nice’ does appear to be a bit OTT even here.

People with an inflated sense of the importance of political correctness will no doubt email and spout inanities along the lines of, ‘There is good and bad in all of us, People are the same wherever you go’, but they just need to ride a bicycle in Peru for a little while to discover just how very wrong they are. Perhaps the percentage of the population here allocated the responsibility of being dickheads (e.g. mini-van conductors/touts) merely take to their work with more enthusiasm than in other parts. Not sure. I would add (merely as a token and belated attempt to appear fair-minded) that riding south of big hat country the atmosphere is more relaxed and the people more welcoming.

12km beyond The Valley of Instant Death is the lively little city of Celendin with its population of Big Hats sporting the required unfeasibly large head-wear (refer photo). There is a friendly atmosphere and the streets are replete with cartoon motif painted cyclo-taxis. There is, however, a bit of unrest in town and beneath the festive veneer of the local band playing in the central square there is an angry undercurrent of discontent over government plans to develop a US funded gold mine at Conga that supposedly threatens the local water supply. ‘ Conga No Va’ is the repeated call and the large rimmed Big Hat contingent is out in some force to protest. There are speeches etc and even a group of youths doing a display of street rampage but with little conviction and no damage.

Big Hat protest

It was in this context that your hapless correspondent wonders out mid afternoon to see what’s going on. On seeing others using cameras, it was then that I made the error of taking a photo thinking that as I’m a long way away, that it would not be an issue. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Once identified as obviously being a representative of exploitative imperialist pig-dog-yankie gringo miners, a few Big-Hats start moving towards me in an increasingly menacing manner and this soon turns into a determined stampede of about fifty morons, their huge brims wobbling as they descend upon your correspondent. I do not exaggerate when I say that I was a might perturbed when, once surrounded, a couple of big-hated twits start grabbing for my camera. It’s all getting a bit ugly.

A few tense moments ensue but my fluent Spanglish prevails and without much more violence than my shoving an overly zealous little Big-Hat away from my camera, I’m able to show them the ‘tourist’ photos (that were fortuitously still on the sim). They relax a bit and it is then that the situation suddenly takes a turn for the Pythonesque. I am then ushered to the stage and handed a microphone so that I might address the crowd in what can only be described as some pretty stressed Spanglish. Bugger me! What to say?

“I am a tourist from Australia” (some clapping)

“You have a lovely city” (more applause – thank the Great Lord Harry)

“Agua es Viva” (Water is life!) (more clapping); [I’m struggling now]

“Conga No Va!” (more  applause).

Monument to Big Hats

Survived! I can understand people not wanting their pictures taken individually and perhaps I do represent everything ugly in terms of Americano Gringo imperialist first world exploitation of South America, but having a bunch of hyped-up Big Hats turn on the nearest tourist is pointlessly aggressive and more than a little bit silly.

Vive Vive Vive Vive!

Vive Vive Vive Vive!

Vive Vive Vive Vive!

Congaaaa!!

8 thoughts on “Buff3y and ‘The Battle of The Big Hats’, Peru

  • Bob, I can’t believe you have been pedaling for almost one year! That is madness. I hope you’re still enjoying it and keeping well. Mima x

  • Hi Bob,
    Impressive survival of the Big Hat Attack!! Making of a politician in there somewhere I’m sure!!! TIP- Perhaps you could have finished your speech with a small performance of the Lithgow shuffle and a rendition of I’m a little teapot! Keep it up your sleeve for next time.
    Can’t believe you are still on that bike- I can only imagine the calluses you must have on certain parts of your anatomy 🙂
    Sorry I haven’t been the best correspondent, or any form of moral support for your quest- too busy been gobbled up by working mum treadmill- can’t seem to find the emergency stop button. Even though a bicycle, (unless one with a motor), would be my last choice of transport I do turn an iridescent shade of green when reading your blog!!!
    Wishing you more happy pedaling and safe journey.
    Love Kathie

    • Hi Kath, Have graduated to King of Salsa and yes, can report that the buns are particularly hard right now though nothing a coming summer in front of a TV watching cricket can’t rectify. Alas, am dismayed that some are putting care of their families ahead of constant monitoring of Buff3ysbicyclingblog. I just can’t understand it!!

  • Hi Buff3y,

    Have been following your blog after Mark Goman told me about it; has made for some entertaining reading. I’ve heard a fair bit about you from various people in Moresby.

    Am missing the songs you used to write. Can we have another tune at some point? Or perhaps provide some musical directions for “Vive Conga”.

    If my wife Lily knew I was sending you a comment I’m sure she’d want me to send her hello to you.

    Good luck with the rest of your ride. It’s all quite impressive really.

    David

  • Here! Here! More songs..Im thinking Peruvian/Country n Western Power Ballad…Make it fast though…in case the mob is gathering numbers and bigger hats…

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