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What's for Dinner... Alpaca or Guinea Pig?

After I had spent a month longer than expected in Puerto López, I finally accepted the reality that I wouldn't be going back to the Galápagos Islands for my planned research job. Who knows what went wrong behind the scenes, but the fact was the my visa never arrived, and it wasn't going to.

With that in mind, I had a choice: to remain as a volunteer for Equilibrio Azul for the next month, or to explore somewhere new and spontaneous. It would have been easy to become an official volunteer and hunker down in Turtle House with my friends, but I knew I would always feel a little bitter about missing the Galápagos, so I decided to do something big: I bought a plane ticket to Peru!

I had a couple days to prepare and say goodbye to Puerto López, go birding one last time, take the EcoClubbers on a hike, and complete my first night dive. Then I took a thirteen-hour bus to Quito. Sadly, I propped my backpack at my feet for one hour of the journey, and the opportunistic thief behind me stole all my cash and my camera. Thankfully, he/she left my passport, debit card, and iPhone behind! He/she also left about $2.00 worth of coins which allowed me to buy lunch at a bus stop. There's always that silver lining, right?

I stayed at my favorite hostel in Quito and shared an airport cab the next morning with a couple of Australians. One of them, it turned out, was heading to the same destination as me! Soon enough, my plane was touching down in Cusco, Peru. My taxi friend and I settled into a nice, cheap hostel outside of the main square, Plaza de Armas, and headed out in search of dinner.

For once I was hanging out with a young professional instead of a starving student. We bypassed the $3.00 dinners and made our way to a fancy balcony restaurant with a live Andean pan-flute band in traditional costume. Neither of us could decide between the media cuy (half a guinea pig) and the alpaca en tocino (bacon-wrapped alpaca sirloin), so we ended up splitting both. Good call -- it was the best food I've eaten in my memory!

Photo credit: Joel Cummuskey.

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Spontaneity

Tuesday, March 4


Spontaneity: noun: the state of occurring as a result of a sudden inner impulse or inclination and without premeditation.

This morning the dutiful volunteers all headed back to their hard manual labor at Lisan Yacu Station. Last night I debated – should I ask to join them as a pseudo-volunteer for another week, or bide my time in Tena, or head on to some new adventure?

Though I would have loved to see Lisan Yacu, I had not received an invitation to join the workers, and I didn’t want to intrude. I also knew that I would be out of internet contact in the jungle, and I wouldn’t be able to respond to any new information about my Galapagos visa situation. (I was hoping to be on the Islands four days ago, on March 1, but these paperwork processes often take longer than expected in Ecuador. I’m glad I took the chance to explore the Amazon and didn’t want around in Quito for the last week.)

When I woke up, I decided my time in Tena had come to a close. With that decision I packed my suitcase and headed downhill to the bus station. The place was hopping after Carnaval Weekend, and the man at the booth regretfully informed me that there were no more tickets on the bus to Quito.

Then he relented. “Are you traveling alone?” he asked. I said, “Yes,” and he offered me one of the non-ticketed seats on the bench behind the driver. I accepted happily – a forward-facing view out the windshield would help me avoid feeling carsick on the winding, mountainous road. Sometimes traveling alone comes in handy.

I had a couple hours to kill with my heavy backpack on, so I grabbed a brunch almuerzoand contemplated getting my haircut as a souvenir. I would have an Amazon haircut right now if I hadn’t run out of time!

The ride was wonderful. I sat up front and made fast friends with my neighbor, María Belén, a 21-year-old girl with two daughters. She shared my sense of humor and had an innate sense of how to speak slowly and clearly so I could understand all her Spanish. She explained lots of perplexing Ecuadorian phenomena, such as why the “full” bus had shut out a crowd of eager people at the station, but stopped to pick up a dozen people standing along the side of the road with their hands out.

“The people we’re picking up all have tickets already,” she explained. “They just didn’t want to walk all the way to the station this morning, so they’re catching the bus as it comes by.” That sounded like a risky option to me, and María Belén confessed that she had once missed the bus that way. “Now I always go to the station to catch the bus,” she told me.

As the hours passed and we neared Quito, the bus driver began picking up everyone he saw, packing the aisles and cab of the bus.

“Why didn’t he pack the bus this full before?” I asked María Belén.

“Because four hours is too long to ride uncomfortably,” she explained, as if the answer were obvious. “Plus, how would all these people get home if the bus were already full?”

I’m sure those bustling crowds in Tena would not have minded a standing-room-only ticket, but somehow the Ecuadorian system of chaos works out.

Suddenly, María Belén signaled to the driver and hopped out the bus door while we were still rolling down the highway. “This is my stop!” she hollered to me as we rolled away. “Stay in touch!”

When we arrived at Quito’s southern bus station, I took the public Trolebus all the way up to my go-to hostel in Old Town. Just as I arrived at the top-floor registration desk, Brian (my long-haired friend from before) greeted me with a hug.

“I’m going to the coast tonight on a night bus!” he informed me enthusiastically. His new traveling buddy, a blond Canadian named Aysha, would be joining him.

“Mind if I tag along?” I asked spontaneously. The coast was going to be my next destination anyway. I told the man at the registration desk “never mind” about the room. After dinner, I helped Bryan chop some wood, then took my packed suitcase back to the southern bus terminal for my favorite thing in the world (sarcasm), a night bus ride.

Spontaneity: noun: a way of life which leads to bus rides with panoramic-views, new friends, and sleeping in places you never imagined when you woke up that morning.
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To Gallop On Top of the World

Sunday, February 16


I woke this morning with no plans. However, one thing has been lurking in mind since my last visit to Quito. Months ago I rode the TeleferiQo, a touristy tram, to the top of Quito’s neighboring dormant volcano, Rucu Pichincha, with my friends. We rode horses along a ridge trail, but due to time constraints and my friends’ preferences, we rode for only an hour. It was marvelous to gallop through the high, golden, grassy, foggy Páramo and peer down at the sprawling valley city a thousand meters below. Ever since that day, I had wanted to return and complete the entire two-hour loop. So, that’s what I did today!

On the way out the door of the hostel, I stopped to ask for directions from the travel agency. The other guy in the hall, and Argentine named Martin, overheard my question. “Are you going to TeleferiQo?” he asked me. “Me too!” So we adventured together, and we galloped almost to the top of Rucu Pichincha, right through the clouds.

Here we go!

My friend for the day, Martin, walking up the path while our horses took a break.

Chuciragua, the mountain-climber's flower of the Andes.

Oh, lovely Paramo!

Close-up cushion plant, the kind that can be 800 years old.

The one bird.

Into the cloud!

Go Martin! (I didn't make it up the last scramble to the top, but I think I conquered my fear of heights fairly well.)

The fog moved in as we got closer to the summit.

Dinamita, my horse, had a nursing foal who drank ravenously between outings.

TeleferiQo, from the top...

... and the bottom!

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