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Sunday, April 03, 2016

Bari - Easter Sunday in Ruvo di Puglia

The day before Easter we took the regional FSE train from Martina Franca to Bari, the 2nd largest city in southern Italy (after Naples) with about 1,000,000 people in its metropolitan area. Bari is also one of the great seaports on the Adriatic. Not on our itinerary when we left Raleigh, we very much enjoyed our stay in Bari with an Easter Sunday excursion to Ruvo di Puglia and Easter Monday excursions to Polignano a Mare and Trani.

This post covers our Easter Sunday in Ruvo di Puglia.

On Sundays the Bari Metro trains do not go all the way to Ruvo so we had to switch to a Metro bus in Bitonto. The train coach in was brand new; had that new coach car smell.
Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

The Ruvo di Puglia Easter Sunday procession gets started at 9:30 and does a quick, 1.5 hour circuit around town, stopping at the Town Hall, and ending at St Domenico's. On the way, 3 quarantana (dolls that look like witches) that have been strung up on a wire all Lent, are blown to bits. Let's get right to the action with the destruction of the first quarantana.




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Priests, lay people, civic leaders and employees, all participate in the procession.
Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

The wide streets and sidewalks of Ruvo are prefect for a procession.
Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

The second quarantana, before, during, and after.
Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

There was a good crowd in the piazza in front of the Town Hall to watch Quarantana #2 get blown to bits.
Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

A town offical gave a long speech.
Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

The quarantana gets blown up only after the procession goes by.
Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

Then we all walked down to St Domenico's, where after an hour long outdoor church service, and balloon launch, the 3rd quarantana bit the dust.
Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy

Quarantana - Ruvo di Puglia, Apulia, Italy


Thursday, January 12, 2012

Anping

Anping, a few miles west of downtown Tainan near the coast has a couple of reconstructed forts, a few old temples, and the supposedly oldest street on the island, built by the Dutch and chock full of vendors and people. In my book, it is a fully-fledged tourist trap. However, the day we were there, there was an exciting procession which I have never seen in China. I am still unclear of the exact occasion. I do not know the nouns or verbs in Chinese describing the happenings. I am not even sure whether I can pick them out in a multiple choice test.

What I am sure is that the Catholics have been here. Coming from Carnival in South America last year, this procession might as be Carnival, though the fireworks and firecrackers make it distinctly Chinese. Several years ago, at the Kunchi Festival in Nagasaki, Japan, we learned that the Japanese tradition of carrying idols was borrowed from the Dutch. [And by the way, Tibetan Buddhism also appropriated rituals from the Catholics.] The Portuguese, Spaniards, and Dutch had all been on the island of Taiwan to leave their indelible marks.

The processioners were young and old, man and woman, from far and near, and organized by their temples. I did not discern any governmental or commercial patronage. Though they started at six in the morning, as hot and tired they must have been by the afternoon, everyone still looked engaged. On the other hand, the atheist in me cannot help wondering whether the young people are being brain washed. After a couple of weeks here, I am beginning to think that their religion is not sacred, but matter of fact. It is like eating food. One grows up eating Taiwanese/Chinese food, does Taiwanese/Chinese religion. One can try other food, eat other food occasionally, or switch to prefer another food completely. No big deal. For those young people, the procession might as well be soccer. They have to practice, learn about teamwork, travel out of town....

Yongping Street, the oldest street in Taiwan, reminded us of St George Street in St. Augustine, Florida; in fact, the two cities are very similar in their tourist appeal: old street with food and souvenirs, waterfront, early European settlement, old fort; and are in John's opinion "touristy in a fun way".
Yongping Street - Anping - Tainan, Taiwan

Entrance to one of the historic forts; the so-called Eternal Golden Castle.
Historic Fort - Tainan, Taiwan

Anping waterfront.
Anping Waterfront - Tainan, Taiwan

Traditional Chinese Lion Dance.
Lion Dance - Tainan, Taiwan

Traditional Temple Guardian whirls around.
Procession - Tainan, Taiwan

Hip-Hop dance stylings from this guardian.
Procession - Tainan, Taiwan

Some idols/gods are carried in sedan chairs with flexible bamboo poles so they an be continually bounced up and down.
Procession - Tainan, Taiwan

The drums help keep up the energy level and drive away evil spirits.
Procession - Tainan, Taiwan

Firecrackers!! make this group flinch.
Procession - Tainan, Taiwan

Anping is developing a network of bike paths and one can rent bikes there, including electric tandems.
Bike Path - Tainan, Taiwan

Electric Tandem - Tainan, Taiwan








Monday, April 04, 2011

Carnival continues

South America is known for Carnival, the highlight of many itineraries. We, on the other hand, had planned to avoid the crowds all along. Yet we keep running into Carnival celebrations. Here we are, April 2nd, in La Paz -- it is Carnival?!

What happened was that a section of "the bowl" fell away earlier last month during the raining season. Several thousand people lost their homes. The Carnival celebration, Jisk’a Anata, was pushed out by four weeks until Saturday April 02.

We could not help ourselves but take in the festivities, gape at the awesome costumes, and marvel at the energy levels of dancers and musicians.

Musicians!
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Costumes!
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Exhausted dancers!
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Tarabuco festival: Pujllay

Tarabuco is known for its Sunday indigenous market. Since we really liked the markets in Ecuador, we decided to push onto Sucre from Uyuni, even though it means backtracking to Potosi. A closer look showed that this Sunday was to be the annual Pujllay festival. We had to think for a second. Festival means probably no large animal market. While we did not expect this one to be a drunken party, we were not sure whether it would feel authentic.

Considering the crowd situation of a festival, we took the easy route via a tourist bus. There was much security on the road. When we arrived in town, we found out that the President and Vice President of Bolivia were going to be there. A viewing stand was set up in the town square -- clues of a parade. Many of the indigenous people were dressed in traditional costumes, men and women. There were several distinct styles of headgear, ponchos, and skirts, indicative of different groups.

After some browsing various souvenir stalls and sampling tasty street food, the parade started. Some of the costumes were very impressive. The most unusual were the ones with special footwear with cymbals. After the parade, we continued to wander through town, not bothering to follow the parade to the grandstand. Much later we remembered that we were missing the main symbol of the celebration, the Pukara (altar with offerings to Pachamama, Mother Earth). We started to make our way to it. The VIPs were leaving just as we arrived. More dancing ensued around the Pukara and all over, with gusto.

As magnificent as Pujllay was, it took me a while to warm to it. The presence of the politicians was a turnoff for me. Parading in front of the grandstand made it seem like a pageantry. But in the end I was convinced at heart it was a true festival.

Here are some shots from the festival in Tarabuco.

Locals in their traditional festive clothes. Check out the head gear.
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A hard boiled egg, "wrapped" in mashed potatoes, coated with egg then deep fried and served with a spicy onion salsa. Yummy!
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Heel cymbals!
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Various shots of the local groups in the parade. All groups consisted of marchers/dancers plus muscians.
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The Pukara surrounded by dancers and musicians.
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And a few more shots.

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