Monday, March 23, 2009

St Paddys/ International Down Syndrome Day


You may think the title of this post is a little strange but a lot of times people celebrating St Patty’s turn into special needs cases. The last 3 of my four St. Patty’s have been in other countries, (Guatemala, Jamaica, and Ecuador,) and they have all been awesome, this year was no exception! I have been working on growing a moustache and I trimmed down the rest of the scruff that morning so It would stand out even more. I wore all green to school and after my 8.30-10 class we headed over to the bar across the street from campus… What? Its St. Paddy’s Day! After a beer which comes in a two beer serving size bottle I had to go to another class… boo… but don’t worry after my 11.30-1 class I we went right back! The again, we had to go to class. After school Kendra and I made sad excuses for brownies and then headed out for the night. After a little Mexican food… yes they have Mexican food in Ecuador, but only the gringos eat it! We went to a bar called Finn McCools the only Irish owned an operated Irish Pub in Ecuador that was hosting an all day drinking extravaganza! Because the beer was a little expensive we chose to move to a lesser-known lesser Irish bar with $1 beers and 2 for $1.50 cocktails, that was the place for us! We got our faces/ moustaches pained and had a blast!
As many of you may not know Sunday was International Down Syndrome day and to celebrate and raise awareness we did a march in Quito in unison with 14 other cities and towns in Ecuador and hundreds if not thousands of communities in the world. My volunteer service here in Ecuador is Special Olympics so as a volunteer I was sent to a specific foundation to work with people with special needs. At first it was really hard but now its like hanging out with a bunch of friends. The march was huge and incorporated dozens of other foundations in Pichincha and their families and friends. We had thousands of walkers, policemen, bands, concerts and it was all a lot of fun! This Thursday at midnight I leave for the Huaorani Territory by bus and boat, check out the link to learn a little bit about them! Hope all is well!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huaorani
http://www.waoraniexhibition.com/

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Cotacachi



So this weekend we decided to stay close to home and only took a Saturday trip. After much deliberation and watching Eddie Murphy and Asineal Hall’s “Coming to America” we decided on Cotocatchi; a small indigenous town just outside Otavalo. As a side note DVDs here are all pirated and there are done extremely well and extremely cheep. SO well they even make sure to copy the anti-pirating at the beginning of the movie! Most movie stores sell their movies from $1.50-2. Pretty good! So we set out at about 9am yesterday on an amazing drive North on the Pan-American Highway that passes through a number of Countries on the West Cost of S. America.

The drives here are beautiful and the bus rides are worth so much more than they charge, (which is generally $1 an hour,) You would have to pay 40 or 50 or even more in the US to see the kind of landscapes, colors, plants, towns and people. We arrived in Otavalo, got some lunch and pie all amounting to $6.50 (large helpings) and we started looking for a cab to Cotacachi a 15 min ride. On the way we saw the end of a wedding where after the pictures outside the church they bride and groom got into a pick up truck traditionally decorated as any wedding party car would be, except it was a pick up. Otavalo is full of little indigenous people who will hip check the heck out of you if you get in their way. If we were playing hockey a little 70 year old 4-foot nuthin grandma would have thrown me over the boards! The first cab we found we asked for a ride and he said yes, but when we asked how much he looked at us so confused and started saying “no… no no no” we then were as confused as he was and asked again how much? He replied, “Uhhh, I cant take you I’m from Ibarra,” a city north of Otavalo. “Ok….” We replied and walked away still puzzled and laughing. We then picked up a cab that also contained the cab drivers son and wife, so all seven of us, the 3 Ecuadorians and 4 gringos packed in and headed to Cotocatchi. $5 and 1 mins later we arrived on a street made up of only Leather shops.

A whole street devoted to pissing off green peace and animal rights activists! They made everything you could make out of leather and much much more and though the deals were unbeatable, I retrained my Twohig shopping gene and walked away from wallets, briefcases, baggage, slippers and saddles. If only I had a horse! Next we went to Cuicocha, a Volcano surrounded by a lake south of Otavalo and took a $1 tour around the lake. Then I played with a baby llama and we hopped on a bus and headed back to Quito. You don’t actually need to go to a bus station to pick up a bus, you can stand on the side of the highway and pick up anyone that drives by, by just pointing at them.

On a side not a number of us were featured in the last Universidad de San Francisco de Quito news paper in an article labeled “Tan cerca pero tan lejos” (so close yet so far) The article describes the distance between USFQ nationals and us gringos, but as you can see in the picture most of the blame is set on the gringos. PS the picture was taken the first week of school, yet the article came out last week, we obviously would have not integrated by the first week. Oh well you know the liberally media! It didn’t bother me too much because most of the people I go to school with are really Ecuadorians, they are gringos who actually can speak Spanish, are really rich and snobby, want to live in California and be trendy. I was just happy to get a half page photo! Soooo yea hope all is well back home! I love and miss you all see you soon!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Life's a Beach!

So last weekend we gave ourselves a little vacation from service, school, and hiking though the jungle and took a nice little trip to Atacames in the province of Esmeraldas. It was awesome. I don’t know how many trips I have deemed awesome but that just tells you, you can't get bored traveling here in Ecuador and I'd recommend it to anyone and everyone! Kendra and Colen went a little earlier than Zac and I and our bus rides could not have been any more different. Zac and I called a couple agencies to find out the bus schedule and we headed off to the station.

Unfortunately, Ecuadorians have a tendency to tell people what they want to know even if it is 100% totally incorrect, so beware! We arrived at the Trans-Esmeraldas station to catch the 6.15 straight to Atacames, but before we bought out tickets I made sure to ask the woman behind the desk if it was really going to Atacames, "No," she said. My heart sunk, of course! "Not until 11.15 and 11.30." "At night?" I asked "Yup." "So there are no buses to Atacames tonight until 11?" "Yup" (Literal translation.) She old us to go to Terminal Terrestre which is in Old Town because they leave about every hour from there. Little did I know that again someone was telling us what we wanted to here.

Zac and I jumped in another cab and though it took 30 mins, (because when the Spanish conquered the Incas and set up a traditional colonial city, they did not account for massive mounts of traffic,) It was only $1.75 try to find a taxi anywhere in the US for that! Again, no buses left for Atacames until 11, we checked all 4 companies that go to Atacames and heard the same thing. Let me tell you, know what you are doing before you enter a big station in Ecuador, no one helps you nor cares where you are going but they all want you to get on their bus, no matter where you are going. "?A donde van?" (where are you going?) said a little man, "Atacames" we replied "O we're going to Guayas (Guayaquil) we'll drop you off" At this we proceeded to walk away because Guaya is about 12 hours from Atacames. We finally decided to just take a bus to Esmeraldas the capital of Esmeraldas and take a cab from there to Atacames because its only 45 mins. We left immediately on the 7 a clock bus for a 6-hour bus ride... We didn’t get to Atacames until 4 in the morning; 9 hours.

Because of the heavy rain this "winter" here in Ecuador the Costa was cut off from the Sierra by bus for a while and still has not recovered. Many mudslides and bridge collapse have made it very difficult to travel on the roads, but hey! its part of the adventure right? We drove about an hour and a half NW and then stopped. The road was closed. You'd think if anyone should know it would be the bus companies. We had to turn around, drive another hour and a half until we passed Quito and drive around it and passed through Santa Domingo de Los Colorados where the natives use a seed to make a hard red paste they put in their hair and this is why they are called the Colorados, (colored.) The first half of the trip they played Mel Gibson’s Apocalypse, which is about a young native man who is captured but some Aztec/ Mayan type bounty hunter to be sacrificed for the Gods and then escapes to save the rest of the family. The movie totally lacked plot or any type of twists, but it was hilarious because they speak a native language the whole movie so it had to be translated into Spanish, but all of the voices were done by one guy; the guys the gals and the little kids. It was hilarious! I LOL-ed.

Esmeraldas has a very unique history; during the slave trade in S. America a ship full of Slaves straight from Africa was sailing through the pacific Quito close to the shore and sank. The slaves swam to shore and created their own colony. Because of its distance from the cities, the defenses of the newly freed slaves, their good relations with the surrounding indigenous populations and their own ability to govern and make deals with the Spanish they established their own small state for a period for time. They had their own nobles that would travel and negotiate and their ancestors live on today all along the cost of Esmeraldas, so the majority of the population is Afro-Ecuatoriano.

So when we arrived in Esmeraldas, not a city by the way, more like a couple streets, it was dead. The only person out was some old dude who looked like he was falling asleep, I don’t blame him. We got our cab and arrived at 4 in the morning. We knocked on the girls’ door and passed out after some uncontrollable laugher from them. Three hours passed and we woke up to beach it! The two days we spent there were amazing, it was so hot and there were big waves to body surf in and people walking up and down the beach trying to sell you everything, you'd think it might become annoying but you get used to it, although you're better off wearing a "No Gracias" sign, and even though there was an army of plastic bags in the water it was so nice to swim. At night we just hung out in the hammocks and threw back wine and beer. A great weekend and I'm sure you'd all like to know the ride back was only 6 hours. I miss you all and hope all is well! Saludos!