Well I arrived in Quito, Ecuador last Tuesday night. It was nice to have my first stop along the route be a familiar one...
I spent the first day walking around the city and absorbing it anew - the people, the architecture, ways of being. Everything is a blend of indigenous/colonial and traditional/modern. For instance, I took a rather modern trolley to the colonial part of the city - paved all in cobbelstones, narrow walkways, and filled with traditionaly dressed indigenous people selling just about everything. The trip there, however, was incredibly slow and erratic due to a large protest for workers´rights, socialism (iconic images of Che covered signs and banners), and an end to capitalist control which stopped traffic and clogged the narrow arteries of the old town. For US citizens in general and me in particular, this constant blend of traditional values and historical infrastructure with modernity is always striking, no matter where I travel. I rarely feel this sense of deep historial roots and influences in the US. I am not sure whether it is absent from the US landscape, reserved for museums, hidden in dusty trunks full of ancestral keepsakes, or simply that I am unaware of these influences as I go about my daily life. This is something to ponder, and to understand what it might imply for our nation and world...
I coincidentally bumbped into a gentleman who was on the same flight as I on Thursday, and we spent the day doing some tourist visits. We went to the Vivarium (snakes and reptiles), botanical gardens, and despite the rainy weather we took a gondola (built about 2 years ago) to near the top of Pichincha, the formidable Volcano looming over Quito. Later that night we met with a woman from the U.K. for dinner and drinks. Friday I met-up with Luis, my former boyfriend, and had a great time catching up. (I have no pictures to show you from Quito - my camera´s memory card erased itself!)
Saturday I headed for Mindo, a 2 1/2 hour winding bus ride NW of Quito. Mindo is absolutely breathtaking. It is a cloud forest filled with spectacular waterfalls, humming birds, butterflies, birds, and rich green vegetation. I spent the first evening dealing with my first (and probably not the last) bout of sickness. No details needed. The next morning I dragged myself out of bed, ate a couple of crackers, and hailed a pick-up heading up the main road to the center of the forest. Once there I met two lovely people, Jose Andres and Moira. Moira is a high school Italian teacher in Quito, and Jose Andres is from Costa Rica and traveling like I am. We took the tarabita (I am at a loss for this word in english, but see the picture below) across the river, where we could hike through muddy winding paths to many different waterfalls. After two hours we arrived at the final waterfall, and played in the water, chatted, listened to music, relaxed, and soaked up the beauty of nature surrounding us.
To see more pictures of Mindo, go to the link below. (This one SHOULD work)
Today I fly to Bogota, Colombia where I will meet up with two friends, Andy and Zac.
Thanks for reading! I will try to have fun adventures so that I can write something interesting and meaningful for you.