Drinking Chicha... and other memories
In the departamento of Valle de Galle we attended a meeting of delegations from Christian groups to bridge cultural gaps in order to present a united front in social protests. Lunch was a little intimidating when about a hundred smiling indigenous people watched us eat "game-chicken" soup...
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Published in | Canadian Mennonite (Waterloo) Vol. 11; no. 3; p. 5 |
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Format | Magazine Article |
Language | English |
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Waterloo
Mennonite Publishing Service
05.02.2007
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Summary: | In the departamento of Valle de Galle we attended a meeting of delegations from Christian groups to bridge cultural gaps in order to present a united front in social protests. Lunch was a little intimidating when about a hundred smiling indigenous people watched us eat "game-chicken" soup that was very, very difficult to chew, and drink the traditional indigenous fermented corn drink called Chicha. We later learned-to our dismay-that it was prepared by taking corn, chewing it, spitting it out, chewing that, spitting that out-until you have a drink. About half of us who actually drank the Chicha became sick two days later. |
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ISSN: | 1480-042X |