Sunday, November 17, 2013

Cotopaxi is in the bag



Cotopaxi fast facts:

  • ·         One of the world’s highest active volcanoes
  • ·         The second highest peak in Ecuador at 19,347 ft
  • ·         Covered by a glacier
  • ·         Higher than 4 of the famous “Seven Summits” of the world
  • ·         Almost a mile higher than the highest mountain in the continental United States
  • ·         Requires glacier climbing expertise
  • ·         Unforgiving
  • ·         Colder than a mother
Cotopaxi from near the base

After looking at this list I wonder exactly why I felt qualified to climb this puppy. I had done a considerable amount of backpacking both here and in the States. I had even climbed a few, much less technical, mountains during my first year of service. However, Cotopaxi would prove to be much more difficult than I initially expected. 

Two volunteers and I decided early this year that we would explore this amazing adventurous country and see what it had to offer. This has included mountain climbing, whitewater tubing, sketchy zip-lining, backpacking, and camping. We wanted to add some high peaks to our list. We decided on Cotopaxi, a volcano right outside my city. Most mornings that mammoth volcano stared down at me and the temptation to climb it became too great. My friend Devin and I decided to make an attempt on it. 

We settled on a guide service and a date. We would climb in mid-November which I had been told is the best time to make an attempt due to the calmer, clearer weather. Devin made the trip up to Latacunga and we did an acclimation hike at a giant crater volcano called Quilatoa. This was relatively easy and we passed the hike chatting about our big climb in the coming days. 

On Thursday morning we made our way to the guide service where we were joined by a Canadian man that would also try to summit the next day. He was given his own guide while Devin and I shared one. This Canadian man looked to be about 40 and was built like a lumberjack. I had little doubt in his physical readiness. We tried on all the equipment to make sure it fit. The crampon-friendly boots, gaiters, polar pants, waterproof pants, gloves and liners, goggles, balaclava, helmet, harness, ice axe, headlamp, and jackets all had to fit and work in unison. After we filled our backpacks with all our equipment we loaded into a small truck. Rain began to slowly fall and I wondered how this would affect our first day of climbing. 
Hike to the Refugio

We traveled about an hour and a half and finally reached the base of Cotopaxi. The rain had stopped and the clouds began to clear. We threw our packs on, mine weighing close to 30 pounds, and began our hike to the Refugio. Hiking in the large plastic boots meant for ice climbing was very difficult. They are made to be rigid and have little flex in order to grip the ice better. However, on loose dirt on a steep incline it is like trying to walk across quicksand. Three steps would get me the same distance as one normal step. All this at 15,000 feet made for a difficult first day. 

When we finally reached the refugio we dropped our packs and I felt like passing out. If I had that much difficulty just on the initial 1,000 feet, how could I ever make it to 19,000+? I spoke to the guide and he told me that it was all about acclimation. Now that we were at this height I could rest and let my heart and lungs adjust to the altitude. Plus, the next morning I would be wearing most of the gear that I lugged up in my backpack making my pack that much lighter. 

View from the Refugio
We rested and drank hot chocolate for an hour or so. Dinner was served at 5:00 pm. A large plate of spaghetti accompanied with bread and cheese was given to each of us. We ate the hearty meal then were instructed it was time for bed. The guide told us that if we were able to get an hour of sleep that would be plenty but more was recommended. He told us to not think about the next day or even the summit. We needed to relax and rest. Telling us to not think about the summit was like telling a starving person not to think about food. It was illogical. He also told us that we did not pay for the summit. We only paid to enjoy the mountain. He said that is any of us got sick that we must immediately inform him so he could make the correct decision. Altitude is no joke and people get med-evaced from the mountain more than I care to think about. 

Refugio approx 16,000 ft
We walked upstairs to our bunks. The bunk room looked like what you would expect from a middle school summer camp. The beds were all touching one another and there was scarce little room to walk. Thirty or so of us all crammed into the small room and tired to get some sleep. There was no heat in the building accept what we produced from our labored breath. I tried to sleep but it was to no avail. I would drift to sleep but would almost immediately wake up gasping for air. We were already at a high altitude and the air was very thin.

I tossed and turned until it was 11:00 pm. We slowly moved our stiff bodies out of the bunks and began to put on our equipment. We woke our Canadian friend and told him it was time to get up. He sat up without a word. I thought little of it. To be honest I was exhausted myself and wanted to devote as little attention or energy to anything other than preparing myself for the long day ahead. After 10 minutes of putting on my awkward and heavy gear, our friend asked if we would get his guide. He was not feeling well. Our friend turned out to have a pretty serious case of altitude sickness. His guide instructed him to lie down, drink water and rest. There would be no summit for him that day. 

We walked downstairs in full gear. Ice axes, helmets and heavy boots banged around the refuge and few words were spoken. Everyone was still tired but ready for action. Our guide took us outdoors in the frigid cold. Even under 4 layers of coats the air sent chills up and down my body. We hiked up to the glacier where put on our crampons and began the climb on the glacier. The volcano is covered in a very large glacier and thus, the remainder of the hike would be on ice. Devin, the guide and I were all on the same rope. If one of us were to slip or fall into a crevasse the other two were to dig in and arrest the fall. I could only hope that this wouldn’t happen. 
Guide helping Devin put on his crampons

The first hour or so we both felt very good. We made jokes and made comments on the natural beauty of Ecuador. We hiked under a full moon and did not use our headlamps for the first half of the hike. The mountains of Ecuador were bathed in moonlight. We passed several sets of climbers and were soon far in the lead. 

We had our first break at about 17,500 feet. There we drank water and tried to catch our breath. When left that perch and headed up yet again. The glacier was rather steep and I preferred to look at the newly made footprint in which I would step rather than think about the steep icy slope on which we were climbing. At one point Devin’s hat blew off and slid down the steep slope. Watching that hat fly down into the abyss was a sobering moment. Things became much more serious after that alarming scene. Because we were highest on the mountain we were cutting the trail for everyone behind us. This was exhausting work. At the next stop we collapsed into the snowy slope and sucked air. A young European girl with tow guides passed us at a rapid pace. The same thing would occur at the last stop before the summit. 

The last 1,000 feet were the hardest. I was exhausted beyond belief and I had to stop about every 3 steps and try to catch my breath. I would lean on my ice axe and strain to see the top of the volcano, the dark always masking it. Devin would shout encouraging words and we would lumber on only to stop 30 seconds later. Finally I was told that we were on the last push; 600 vertical feet to the top. I dug deep and fought against everything that told me to stop. I could smell the sulfur that spewed from the volcano. Half an hour later we came over a ridge and were met with some of the most astounding views I have ever seen. I was not sure if it was the altitude or my exhaustion but I became weak all over and wanted to collapse. Words cannot describe the emotion that hit Devin and I. For once, Devin and I were without words or even a voice. (If you don’t know Devin or me, that is really something…)


Photos courtesy of Devin Yeoman
We spent about 20 minutes on the summit watching the sun slowly rise. We arrived at about 5:30 am, the perfect time to catch the sunrise over the blanket of clouds and snow covered peaks that jutted through them. I can honestly say that was the most beautiful sight these eyes had ever seen. 

Party Shirt and Monkey's Uncle
Our guide told us it was time to go down. The bitter cold and wind on the summit would soon take its toll if we didn’t get moving again. We roped back up and began the treacherous hike down. On the way up we only needed to look at our feet and occasionally up higher on the glacier. On the way down however, we had to stare at the dizzying heights that we were descending. I tried to get into mode of putting one foot in front of the other. I led the way down and had to stick to the exact path that we had originally made. The guide was in the back in order to save us should we slip. Deep crevasses lay all over the mountain and our guide had done a good job avoiding them on the way up. At that point I was beyond exhausted but had to keep my mental faculties sharp. 



Two hours later we were down at the refugio. Devin and I spoke little on the descent. We both just wanted something warm to drink and a bed to sleep in. We thanked our guide and hiked down the last 1,000 feet to the truck. I have never been so happy to sit down in a vehicle in my life. We had made it. 

Looking at the pictures I still have a hard time believing what we did. I thought I knew what was in store and felt prepared. Now that we have done it I feel a sense of accomplishment. I am thankful for the opportunity to do something of this magnitude. Whether or not I will do something like this again has yet to be decided. I will say I can see how people can get addicted it.

Proud Uncle

Our guide thought it would be cool to hang off the edge

Antisana
19,347 feet. Highest summit so far!

Monday, November 11, 2013

La Mama Negra: Why are those Gringos in the Parade?




La Mama Negra
This weekend the fiestas of Latacunga have officially drawn to a close. La Mama Negra is a festival that begins on September 23rd with the parade of the pueblo and basically continues until the 11th of November with the celebration of the Independence Day of Latacunga. I quickly got my fill of endless fireworks.

Fresh
The festival is a blend of every culture that exists in Ecuador. Afro-Ecuadorian, Spanish and Indigenous aspects are all represented in the parade. The melting pot of culture makes it virtually impossible to understand what is going on. At one point in the parade people are giving praise to the Virgen de la Mercedes (Catholic), at another a people are being rubbed down with live guinea pigs and get alcohol spit on them to cleanse their bodies (Indigenous), and a man dressed as a woman with a painted black face rides a horse through the streets. It is all a little bit confusing. The main point, as far as I could tell, was to give thanks to the Virgin of the Mercedes for protecting us yet another year from Cotopaxi a mildly active volcano situated right outside our city.

Gettin' our march on
But where does Todd “Pepe” Hemelstrand come into the picture you might ask? 

The principal of my school was asked last year to one of the 5 principal characters in the festival. He, as the Captain, invited me and 3 other Gringos that live here to a part of his entourage. We all happily accepted. The last 2 months have been spent preparing for La Mama Negra at my school. To say that the school has been consumed by the preparations for this parade would be an understatement. Almost every day we would have either a meeting or a 2 hour practice at which times school would be invariably cancelled. I wish I could say that all that practice led to a flawless march but there were still mistakes made by the goofy Gringo…

Found this on the internet. We famous!
When the day finally arrived we met up at 6:30 in the morning. We marched to the houses of each character and the parade grew from there. By 12:30 we were ready to officially start the parade. The sun was beating and my ornate, cumbersome costume did little to keep me cool. Luckily it cooled off about an hour into the parade. 

The festival is known for the liquor that is guzzled in the streets from dawn ‘til dusk. We, as a part of the parade, were instructed to not take any drink from anyone. This had less to do with sobriety of our group and more to do with staying alive. Every year people are drugged and foreigners are at an even higher risk. 

As the parade progressed I noticed the police presence intensifying. At certain spots in the parade our security detail would have to beat back the crowds to allow us room to march. At the end of the parade we simply filtered into the crowd. At this point the national police were dressed in full swat gear apparently ready for action. I had heard from many sources that last year was “tame” because only 2 people came to enjoy their last Mama Negra…

The parade ended and we loaded buses to head to the city where my boss lives. There he threw a party for 4000 people. He hired bands of traditional Ecuadorian music and pop music alike. We danced late into the night. 

Today, the 11th of November, is the Independence Day of Latacunga. This morning we had another parade but this was much tamer than La Mama Negra. Each high school in the city was involved and marching bands played. This holiday coincides with Memorial Day so it was nice to get to enjoy a parade. 



La Mama Negra was quite an experience. I am glad that school allowed me to be a part of something so important to them. Going from “that Gringo” to feeling like you are “one of the guys” is great. I am integrating slowly but surely. I now have a greater understanding of what it means to be from Latacunga. Even better than that though, I know what I am going to be for Halloween for the foreseeable future.



Colegio Vicente Leon

Ecuadorian Mlitary

Little Ecuas!




Sunday, November 3, 2013

Seeing my world through a 1st world lens

At a lookout point in Cuenca


My mother recently came to Ecuador to visit her favorite son. She and a friend were here for 12 days. We were able to travel a little bit around Ecuador and take in some sights and absorb a bit of the culture. I could write an entire post about the things we did and where we traveled but instead I would prefer to write about the impression that Ecuador left on my visitors. 

I have been in country for about 10 months now and have pretty well settled in. Things that seemed strange or difficult to deal with have now become the norm. I am no longer surprised by things that shocked me upon arrival. The reactions that my mom had to my day to day world were intriguing to say the least.

There were many things that I knew would surprise her here such as lack of air conditioning and heating, non-potable water, and bus transportation. These were to be expected. However there were far more “unknown unknowns” that popped up along the way. For example, I had forgotten the dependency that my mother has on Diet Coke. Seemingly every half hour I would have to venture out and search for the rare drink. “Diet” anything is not in high demand here. Lack of refrigeration and ice were a major issue when it came to this sacred drink as well. By the end of the trip mom had sworn off Diet Coke until she reached American soil where she could get a proper fountain Diet Coke. I can only imagine the trumpets that played in her head during that first sip of DC she had in Miami!

Mom even tried Cuy! (Guinea Pig)
Another comical example would be the lack of toilet paper in this country. I cannot tell you how many times my mom asked if there was a paper shortage here in Ecuador after returning from the bathroom. The bathrooms here largely do not have toilet paper. It is necessary to carry extra “important papers” most everywhere you go. I might have failed to mention this to my mother and her friend upon their arrival. After each trip to the bathroom they would report back whether or not it was acceptable and would rejoice if they were lucky enough to encounter both toilet paper and a toilet seat. It is the little things in life.
This pretty accurately describes the energy level after 8:00 in the evening

There were also other, less humorous, differences that my visitors noticed. We spent a considerable amount of time in my site, Latacunga, meeting my friends, seeing my work and where I live. When I took them to the school where I worked last year I thought little of the state of disrepair it was in. We walked around some of the classrooms and I explained a few of the difficulties that my teachers face. Having close to 50 high school students in a cramped room with open windows is not the most conducive learning environment but it is what we deal with here. I explained that I no longer think about my old American classroom. It is not that I don’t miss it; I simply have accepted this job and it’s restrictions as my reality. This, I told them, is now my life. 

As we walked around the school I noticed my mom and her friend were in a state of disbelief. At one point one of them said something to the effect how the school was in such bad shape and how it would be impossible to hold classes in such a place. This caught me off guard. Like I said, the school and its teachers are my reality and I have a sense of pride about the place. I wanted to make a stand for my school and defend it. Then I remembered back to when I arrived and the way I viewed everything here. It all was so backward and things seemed pretty hopeless. Now that I have been here for a considerable amount of time and know the people, I don’t constantly think about how rough life is. Granted, there are many days that are tough and lonesome but on the whole I am happy working and living here. The people here make it all worth it. 

For me it is wild to think about how much my thinking and my life has changed since moving here. I don’t constantly think about the lack of American commodities and luxuries. I no longer walk by the men peeing on the street and make a disgusted look and think how primal they are. I do not find it odd that 5 year olds are on almost every bus selling gum or asking for money. When I see drunken zombies walking around at 10 in the morning I do not cross the street and avert my gaze to avoid being near them. My desensitization is not fully complete but has come a long way. I am not sure that it is positive or negative change but it is a necessary one to live in a developing country. 
My boss and her family took us to Quilatoa

My mother was able to meet most of my Ecuadorian friends at a local market the following day. Despite the travel and beautiful sites we saw, she told me this was the best day of the trip. My mom likes to worry about me but she said she felt much better about me living here after meeting such great people that were in my life. It was great seeing the interactions between my mom, who speak NO Spanish, and my Ecuadorian best friends and co-workers. My English teachers threw a little party my guests when they visited the school. They all said very nice things about me and our work together. While they probably would have said nice things about anyone who brought their mother to school, it was still very nice to hear. 

Having my mom here was great. I was happy to host her and allow her to see a glimpse of my life. It taught me several very valuable lessons. My life here is much different than my previous life in the States, I am even more adaptable than I thought, and I have the best, toughest momma in the world. Oh and the most important lesson, if you are having two American women visit you, remind them to bring toilet paper everywhere you go or you are liable to have two very upset Gringas on your hands…


I found DP!!! 3 bucks though....
Mitad Del Mundo
Ladder to the top of a church. Like I said, tough momma