Ecuador V: Camera-toting Boobies

Amigos y amigas.  As some of you know...

 

I left cuenca on a Wednesday, which meant salsa dancing at La Mesa until 1 AM before catching the 1:30 bus to Guayaquil. I slept soundly. And by 10 AM local time I was in Baltra...

 

I spent much of the last week on the Sea Man (an unfortunate name, I admit) motor yacht, flitting back and forth across the equator and around the Galapagos Islands. There were 15 passengers, myself included, 6 crew members, and Galo, our enthusiastically endemic and moderately hyperactive guide.

 

Each night we got briefed on the next day's activities. For example, the bell sounded at 6:45 the first night, just before dinner, and Galo clapped his hands once everyone was assembled and said, 'tomorrow we going to see the rrrred footed boobies for everywhere! An we going to see the frigate birds an the sea lions.' And we did see them. For everywhere. That's the strange and surreal thing about the Galapagos-- it's like a giant zoo, with strange and unique species confined to specific ecosystems on specific islands. And there are no large natural predators for many of the species, so they have no fear of humans. Their blasé attitude as a band of snapshot-happy tourists comes tramping along is almost disappointing. Where's the thrill of the chase?  I felt vaguely as though we were smut-searching paparazzi and our subjects were porn stars only too willing to comply.

 

 

 

But let's not be too negative. These critters big and small were weird and fun and, in the end, wild (during our last snorkel with sea lions 3 people got bitten. Jackasses). 

 

So there are 3 kinds of boobies in galapagos 'Endemic! you find nowhere else on earth!' (one of Galo's most oft uttered phrases). I personally feel that the rrrrred footed and nazca boobies are brilliant and have gotten shoddy press coverage, but the blue footed ones are certainly proud of their feet.

 

It had been a while since I'd snorkeled and I'd forgotten the strangeness of it.  'Abort! Abort!' my instincts screamed, 'You can't breathe under water, fool!'  But after a bit i was feeling mermaid-esque with my speedy flippers and underwater grace.  then i saw the sea lions. And it occurred to me that if the ocean is a circus, they are the acrobats and we are the clowns.  They dip and dive and twirl around each other as we pedal awkwardly out of the way, all plastic edges and goofy face-masks.

 

I'm in Quito now, going to Baños for some near-death experiences (I hope) before coming home in a week.

Ecuador IV

Hola everyone once again.

An abbreviated version of the Life of Haley.

I have one week left in cuenca before (fingers crossed) bopping off to the Galapagos, then meandering to Quito before flying to boston may 30th/31st, and arriving home to Maine June 2nd.

I will miss cuenca.  I've found a nice routine here, and Ecuadorian and gringo friends. Yesterday, after trying for two weeks, I finally started my volunteer work at an art school for mentally disabled people in a suburb of Cuenca. So now I have spanish class in the morning, lunch with Teresa or Emma or sola, and homework and volunteering in the afternoon. And tonight it's lady's night at a fancy bar before trying my salsa skills on the floor at THE salsa place in town. Gotta pack it all in before I pack my bags...  I still haven't been to the major museum here to see the indigenous displays and the shrunken heads. But it's on the list...

There is so much to report since last week...  the Salsa and Ceviche night with Teresa (Teresita!) et al, hiking with Emma to a wild and violent waterfall outside of Cuenca. Spanish lessons trip along rather well, but there's still so much to learn... 

Also, this happened: I was purified with an egg.

Ecuador II

"Desayuné jueves con café", I wrote in my notebook.  "I ate Thursday for breakfast with coffee".  Huevos= eggs.  Jueves=Thursday. Oops. Another language learning highlight was when I was eating lunch and a guy asked me what I was drinking.  "Jugo de niña" I replied, smiling.  "Girl juice". He looked awfully confused, then said, "ahhh, hugo de piña".  Pineapple juice.  Double oops.  The salsa lessons aren´t going much better. The only lesson since last week came from a diminutive guy who insisted on dancing with me at one of the beach bars this weekend, poor boy. Luckily i had bare feet so I didn´t injure him. Eventually he gave up on the salsa: "Bailas como quieres," he begged, "Dance however you want."

 

The beach? Yes, the beach.  A 9 hour bus ride down 7000 feet to the Pacific.  10 gringos went to the beach this weekend to celebrate two gringa birthdays.  Unfortunately Emma had to work, so I was a stranger among strangers.  I didn´t know any of them, and it felt like the cast of The OC.  Wow. These girls were prepared! Two days at the beach, and each one had a hiking backpack full of tequila, 14 serongs, 6 cute outfits, jewelry, gigantesque sunglasses, and a complete set of cosmetics. I was fascinated. 

 

Montañita.  It´s a tiny town on the ecuadorian coast north of Guayaquil that has been entirely usurped by surfers who came for a week and never left.  Dude.  To say that the atmosphere is laid back is a gross understatement.  I had a great hummous and eggplant sandwich.

 

In other gastronomical news, I have been slurping down ceviche like it´s my job--it´s seafood marinated in citrus until it´s ´cooked,´ with onions and cilantro... mmmmmm.  Expensive, though, at $5 a pop, give or take.  A lady in my friday night conversation class said she´d teach me how to make it.  And did I mention the avocados.  My god.  They are like butter.  And the ripe plantains... que rico.

 

Last night I was walking home and a tantalizing whiff of street meat caught my nose. I couldn´t resist.  "Am I going to get sick?" I asked Rubén when I got home.  He grinned, "wait two or three days."  I´ll keep you posted.

 

In other news, my other housemate Karen went to Peru and they didn´t let her back into Ecuador because she had used up her 3 month tourist visa plus 3 one-month extensions.  Chuta.

 

So it goes on this side of the equator...

Ecuador

¡¿How are you?! ¡I´m fine! ¡¿Who knew upside-down punctuation was so much fun?!  ¿Can your keyboard do this: ¡!¡!¡!¡!?

Enough.  My one-week update:

I am in Cuenca, a charming, laid-back town in the Andes at a mere 7000 feet.  The mountains rise around the town and play ping-pong with the clouds.  It rains every day, anything from a few gotas to downpour, with sun splashes in between. Unfortunately there´s no daily weather schedule, so at any given time you have to be prepared for everything from chilly driving rain to sun that reminds you that you´re at the world´s waistline. 

Because of the mountains the town is fairly isolated from mass tourism, which is lovely.  I haven´t seen a tourbus yet, but maybe that´s because your conventional tourist doesn´t necessarily plan a trip to Cuenca in the rainy season.

The architecture here is colonial, with neo-classical details painted green, blue, pink, whimsical and charming. And they have a system of numbering addresses that´s really quite ingenious. The city layout is a grid and each address has the number of the block AND the number of the building, so if you´re at 7-13 Mariscal Sucre Street, and you have five minutes to get to 2-13, you know you have 5 blocks to go and are going to be late for your Spanish lesson...

Speaking of which, I´m taking lessons one-on-one with a lovely lady who decided in the middle of class today that we would leave the past participle and have a salsa dancing break.  Frankly, I´m more comfortable with past participles, but I´ll take the cultural lesson, too.  Watch out, Blue Hill, I´m gonna come back all sassy and hip-swinging.

(Speaking of coming back, for those of you who haven´t been updated, my plans have changed and I´ll be home for only 2 weeks before heading off to grad school at Boston University in mid-June. No summer in Maine, but kate and I will carpool for weekend visits!)

As for my living situation, I´m sharing a flat with a beautiful view of the town (which means it´s way uphill from...everything (good for the cardiovascular system) with an Ecuadorian guy named Ruben and a Brit named Karen. He does graphic design and marketing and she teaches English. The rent is 90 bucks a month including cleaning service once a week and internet. Unreal.

 View from my digs

¿What else?

My Spanish is crap still, but I´m learning...

When Paula was still here we went to Cajas National Park on the weekend with Emma, which at 12,000 feet kicked all of our butts. Strange Andean flora and swampy landscape. We hitched a ride back to Cuenca on an empty school bus, and all fell asleep.  When the lady woke us up we were back in Cuenca and mightily confused.  Why are we on this school bus? Why is there a bunch of plantains next to me?

We also visited the jewelry shops of Chordeleg and the market in Gualaceo, where we passed up roasted guinea pig for roasted regular pig, which was delicious.  I suppose some day I´ll try the guinea pig, though I haven´t heard rave reviews...

 

There´s loads more to tell...  but I´ll leave it at that for now.