Returning to Machu Picchu's birthday- with a little round-about ___ 50126 School

Finally I have decided to give you some information about the school:

I go up to the school three times a week- Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, situated between two little villages Chumpe and Poques- Poques is actually very big, in a sense of stretching hours into the mountains.
Surprisingly and sometimes even thankfully, I have only gone twice fully the three days- they have a teacher's day like yesterday, and day for the teachers to play volleyball- tomorrow is the second time this week; they decide not to have school on those days.

But the days when I DO go to school I have to wake up at 5:15, leave at ten to 6 , take a bus from Urubamba leaving at 6:10. There I meet Jessica, the principle and her sister Liz and very often Jessica's husband Richard ( quite the opposite of Peruvian names, no?) who is also a principle of a school but one situated on the mountain over looking Chumpe and Poques, a community called Huama. I have talked to both Jessica and Richard and they have agreed that next week either Thursday of Friday I can go to Huama. But anyway, we take a bus to a little city, on the way to Pisaq, there is only one road, for 50minutes/ one hour and get off in Lamay. There we have to wait until 7:30- if we are lucky it's less than 30 minutes, until the rest of the teachers who come from the bottom gather and we all take a car up up to Chumpe Poques, 30/40 minutes on a dirt road. We are lucky if we are only seven that day, but it has only happened once since I have gone up- forth week now. A record ( I have counted ) 11 grown-ups, including myself, and a baby. I never understand how these round Peruvians managed to squish two in the front next to the driver, four in the back and 3, 4 grownups in the very back with their big stinky sacks. With children it's more than a double more.
So we drive this winy road up up, passing houses, children walking to school, grown- up going to work working in the fields with their cows, donkeys, pigs, sheep.
Then we get to Poques.

These are the mountains over looking the school. There look very brown here. In real life they are mostly green and yellow, and yes, brown. This building contains two classrooms- first and second. To the right is the main building and to the left is a part of the play-ground, exit, library, toilet....

Inside the class- fourth grade- situated in the main building. Very often, it's mostly the boys, they have traditional hats, and the girls have these cheap Chinese ones. No one has here...

 

In the computer room- that's supposed to be my main job, even though it is more complicated than is sounds; this breaks down, missing, does not work....

Here the fourth graders- I think- are quite lucky because they have lower tables. They are some other children that have a hard time looking up at the screen.

I will put some more picture on later- my computer just breaks down suddenly and it takes me HOURS to do everything again...

Ho yeah, about the birthday. Today there is supposed to be a huge party in
Aguas Calientes, and probably many many tourists. Some children had no school in Urubamba today. When I returned from the school today, Antonia- one of the workers- asked me if I had eaten a cuy- guinea pig. They grow guinea pigs at home, 10, 15, 20, for months. Then, on a special occasion, eat them all. I did have one at the school two weeks ago, the day before a holiday for a Cuzco area, including Pisaq, Lamay, Ollantaytambo, Machu Picchu, the famous Incan festival, Inti Raymi.  But THAT's another story for another time.