Saturday, 28 April 2007

Tranquilo!

After such a hard but amazing hike and climb of Chimborazo (this post was supposed to be first but will follow later) we decided that we had enough of the cold wet conditions we had been exposed to the last week. Time for a vacation to get some rest and relaxation. We made a last minute decision to go off to the beach to get a few days of sun! Well, little did we know that only two days into our beach trip we would be handed the keys to a hostal and left to manage it. I guess the saying about being in the right place at the right time is appropriate here.

Mysterious Gringo Hostal Managers
So yep, we are in the second week of managing a 7 room hostel on the beach in the small fishing village of Puerto Lopez. We will likely be staying here for 3-4 more weeks as it is a pretty sweet set up. Being the low season there are not a lot of guests (1-2 per night average), so there is a little bit of cleaning and an occasional Rouisse gourmet breakfast if the guests so desire, and a whole lot of chill time to read, study and contemplate. Tina started Spanish classes last week and I will begin this week as I caught the local gripe (pronounced gri-PEAY) last week and was out for 3 days.
Fresh Mahi
Marlin
Small boats used to bring the fish ashore from the larger vessels
Local Fishing boats unloading the daily catch
So who´s coming down for a last minute beach trip?? All types of fish are available(Mahi, tuna, marlin, grouper, snapper, corvina, and tons I have no clue the name of) and it has been great. You are able to buy it directly off of the boats as they come to shore(pretty fresh). We are going to go out tomorrow and do some fishing of our own and a little snorkeling. Gotta love free living on the beach. Room and board included with our managment job.
Throwing on the Beach, getting in the Nationals mindset
-Steven

Thursday, 26 April 2007

neat ladies

We had an amazing bike ride between the cities of Guaranda and Riobamba on the antigua road....the old dirt road that isn´t used much now, we think becuase the busses can´t make it up the steep sections.
Its was a beautiful, green, very steep valley and the road winded along the side of the hills. Some rural farmers but not to many folks along the way.

Slowly pedaling up one section we saw a lady on a donkey and two little kids walking alongside her. As we got closer we saw the kids were boys, around 4 and 5 I would guess. The lady had two slings on her back and we realized that she had not one but two kids strapped on, double decker style! The boys kept looking back, pointing, checking our progress. We eventually caught up and then passed them on a flatter section; the boys were less shy than many kids we passed, laughing and waving. Then it got steeper, and all the sudden the donkey was running past us on the road, the lady showing just a glimse of a smirk as she passed, urging the donkey along, with the boys running beside! This was a surprise, usually the indegenous people are quiet and don´t really engage us, sometimes not even looking directly at us when we pass. Here this lady was, giving us a challenge with her donkey!
She slowed down and when we caught up we all rode together for a while and chatted with the lady and the boys as our languages allowed. (they speak a mixture of Quechwa and Spanish and the accent can be hard to understand). The boys would get the courage up to run up and touch Steven's trailer and then run back to mom laughing their heads off. She had four kids and was in her early 20´s I would guess, she was surprised I didn´t have any.
We said goodbye on the switchback where the trail was to their house and pedaled off to the pass.

Later that day, still climbing, we were a good mile or so past any huts or houses when I saw a little old lady walking down the road with two walking sticks. She was tiny, (smaller than my beloved grandmother Tutu!) and ancient, with deep lines in her face and blue-grey cataracts. She came right up to me and when I stopped pulled me close to her face, speaking loudly in the way one does when they can´t hear well. She said hello, asked how I was doing, asked if I liked her country. After answering, she said something I didn´t get...she repeated herself and when I told her I didn´t understand she cackled an said So you don´t speak Quechwa? and she contined on her journey.

It was a good day!

Monday, 16 April 2007

Semana Santa

We had this cool experience in the town of Guaranda over Easter weekend. We heard about a nighttime procession and headed out to the church to check it out. The square in front of the church was filled with several thousand people, and when the procession finally started everyone slowly filed in and filled the spaces between the priests and nuns and the figures of Mary and Jesus that were being carried. Everyone had candles, and though there were tons of people and families with kids the city was hushed as we walked through the streets. Everyone walked in silence or speaking in quiet tones, then someone would decide to start singing. After the first verse you could hear the song spread through the procession as everyone joined in. We were next to several older seƱors who were walking arms linked and really belting out the songs, harmony and everything. After the song there would be silence for while until someone started to sing again. It was really beautiful and powerful; amazing to see thousand of people coming together in peace to honor this holiday with candles and song.

Tuesday, 10 April 2007

I want to ride my bicycle....

wantPhew where to pick up?? The Quilotoa loop was filled with spectacular verde patchwork hillsides. Extremly rural but with indigenous people farming and grazing sheep and cattle everywhere in the hillsides. So we´re biking along after a morning of some steady climbing and it´s oh 10:30 in the morning. Some mountain Andian people are hanging out ouside there house and get all excited to see us biking by. They wave at us trying to get us to talk. Tina looks over and says maybe we should go back and chat to work on our spanish? Sure! So we turned around and no sooner do we pull the bikes over than the guy is standing there with a shot glass in our faces pouring some local concoction out of a coke bottle. Jugo de Canon he say with a slur. So out of obligation Tina takes half and hands the rest to me to finish, but of course I couldn´t get away without a shot of my own. Phew, pretty strong stuff at altitude after a morning of biking. Not too bad though, certainly sampled worse local beverages. We realized biking away that it was Sunday morning and it seems relatively common for locals to stay up all night Saturday hanging out drinking into the morning hours of sunday... this is not the first time I have been obliged to do Sunday morning shots. We vowed to not stop again and try to know at least when it was Sunday (so easy to loose track of the days down here). We decided to try more horseback riding. It was an incredible ride down some steep slopes into this canyon. Our guide was a local Quechwa and really knew a lot about the area, explaining old Inca sites and beliefs from this valley. We ran the horses pretty much the whole way back. It was really fun but tiring since I don´t really know how to ride correctly (I was only sore for 4 days afterwards). Funny enough, even though Tina is the better rider she is the one that fell off her horse. The culmination of the loop ended at this beautiful crater lake at about 12,000 feet. It was a great 5 day tour of this area. Off to Banos for some rest and relaxation. Well the relaxation had to be earned so we pulled our first 80 Km day and then followed it up with another 80km day into Banos. We were thinking this day wouldn´t be too bad as the last 24km was downhill. Well as it turns out It started to rain and the wind was blinding us. We actually had to pedal relatively hard downhill the last 10 Km. What a trip, pedalling downhill, that´s a first! Banos proved to be a great town for rest, refueling, and relaxations. With really good food, baked goodies, and local treats like sugar cane and melcocha(sort of like taffy). The natural hotsprings proved to be simply divine and amazing for the muscles. We managed to barely escape the luxuries after 4 days of enjoyment. Well after an uneventful day back uphill out of Banos we decided we would takle Ecuador´s highest paved road, toping out at around 12,000+ ft. After a long hour just to get out of the city we began to gain some serious elevation and some awesome views. After a full 6 hours of continuous climbing we decided it was getting late and we should look to camp. With indegenous people farming and grazing the land everywhere we felt it was necessary to get permision to camp. We came across a nice looking lady working in the field. We stopped and asked if we could camp in her field or near her casa. In an extremly shy way she said that would be fine. We proceeded to go with her to the back of her house where she showed us our camping spot for the night. She lived in a small house with 2 rooms of no more that 100sqft each. Concrete block walls, no windows, straw roof, and no bathroom. We offered to share pasta and bread with her and her daughter. She was delighted and accepted gracefully all food we offered. She sat with her daughter and watched us take everything out of the bikes and set up the tent. Other locals stopped by at times to check out the crazy gringos in there small mountain community. With our technical gear and bright yellow tent we could be noticed from far around. They watched with curiousity as we set camp and pulled out or stove to cook dinner....but never talking and very shy about answering questions. It was a truly amazing experience to spend an evening with this lady and her child. To see how simply these people live was certainly an eye opening experience, and her willingness to let these strange smelly people come stay by her house was really neat. The next morning we told the lady we would send her a picture of her and her daughter with their house, they had never seen a picture of themselves before and the lady was thrilled to see the picture on the LCD display. At her request we ended up taking multiple picture of her and her daughter. We then learned when trying to get her address that she could not read or write, but hopefully we got enough information from her to send the photos. We biked to Salinas the next day, a quaint little town tucked in this amazing valley with the picturesque backdrop of cliffs. The whole reason we came to this out of the way nook was becasue we read they were know for cheese and chocolate, we will definitley go out of our way for good food. We visited the cheese factory, in the mornings locals line up in front of the factory with their llams and donkeys to deliver their daily milk. They would get paid for the milk by the weight. The factory produces mutiple types of cheese, two of the harder sharper cheeses we sampled and immediatly had to buy. Finally, good cheese! Sadly, the chocolate factory tour was closed for Semana Santa but we still got a hold of some chocolate. Mmmm, dark chocolate. Now if we could just find some good coffee for Tina. Maybe we will have to go to Columbia next.
-Steven

Saturday, 7 April 2007

Going Higher

Our hostes with the mostest!

We camped and shared pasta behind her casa

Salinas cheese and choclate capital of Ecuador, tasty!

Umm sugar cane that´ll keep me pedaling up those hills.

Semana Santa in Banos

Don´t be scared Beth all I want is your trash!!!

Phew!!!! Stair workouts are tough down here. (368 Stairs so we only do 10 reps)

Volcan Tungurahua letting off a little steam

Biking in the blinding wind driven rain at the end of an 80Km day

Monday, 2 April 2007

Quilotoa Loop

Nothing but green pasture in this valley!

Wow! A natural born cowboy

Local Quichua girls Hoopin´ it up with some traditional Dance

Hey check out that cool Lake!

Tina fully loaded and cruising

Holly COW!! Look out!

Yo Mama´s a llama!


One Little Piggy!