Monday, March 31, 2014

Te Odio Mr. T!

"I hate you Mr. T! I will NOT be at the next meeting of Nature Club!"

These were the words of one of my students during the first ever meeting of Nature Club. Encouraging stuff...

Recently, a fellow volunteer finished her time here in Latacunga and has returned to the United States. I was lucky enough to work with Liz for a year. She taught me so much about being a volunteer and what it meant to be dedicated to one's school and community. Last year we created an English Club and have had a small dedicated group of boys that show up week after week.

In the absence of Liz, a Gringa with considerable draw for the boys, I decided to modify the club. We live in such a beautiful place and yet the students have rarely left their small community. I wanted to change that. I suggested to the students that we should start a Nature Club where we would explore the province of Cotopaxi. Once a month we will go on mini-excursions to beautiful places near Latacunga. The first scheduled place was Putzalahua. Don't worry Liz, we are continuing our weekly English meetings.

Before we left. Putzalahua in the background.
Putzalahua is a small mountain sitting at 11,558 feet just outside of Latacunga. When I mentioned we should hike it the students all were very excited. We planned the date and what each student would bring. The students were in mass until 11:00 am and I really hoped they would not flake on me. I was happy to see them show up to the specified meeting point. We hoped that the late start would not result in us getting rained on in the common afternoon showers. We hopped a bus and got on our way.

These kids, same as most Ecuadorians, are not accustomed to walking any considerable distances and this became apparent within the first 30 feet of the hike. Complaints flew throughout the 3 hour hike to the top. About an half way up a light rain started. The kids had no rain gear. I tried to motivate the kids to move faster so we could get to the top where there is a small refuge.

When we did finally get to the top the students were soaked through. Half of them collapsed on the floor and said little. I unpacked the food I had brought and the kids chugged coca-cola trying to rehydrate. Of the 3 liters of water that I brought for the group only one was finished... by me.

Once the kids ate and dried out a bit they began to enjoy themselves. They took in the views of Latacunga from a vantage point they had never seen before. The rain let up and thus afforded us a chance to walk around the top and digest our large lunch of fried pork and hominy.

Raining on Latacunga

We took pictures then packed up and got ready to go back down. On the way down I chose a different path that is steeper and would take less time. This turned out to be a mistake. In true Peace Corps luck, the rain started again just as we left the refuge. The trail essentially became a muddy, steep slip 'n slide. I was in the front and the kids would basically form a train and push and slide their way down. This led to me falling forward several times. I would tell the kids to space out and go down solo but nevertheless the "train" would form again resulting in all of us ending up in the mud.

I was pretty miserable for about an hour of the descent. Despite my rain gear, every article of clothing was soaked through and I was covered in mud. The trail had become a muddy stream and we were spending more time on our rear ends then we were upright. Things began looking up near the midpoint though. Yes, the kids were just as dirty and wet as I was but they were having the time of their lives. Every time someone fell the group would erupt in laughter and sometimes slip themselves. My mood lightened as I watched the kids enjoy such a crappy situation.
The face of the kid on the right says it all..

When we finally arrived at the bottom we huddled under an awning. We were cold, muddy, and wet. A small boy passing by said the bus should come anytime to take us on the 30 minute trip back to Latacunga. We waited and waited and waited. After an hour I asked another person and we were informed that the bus doesn't run on Sundays...

We were able to convince a passing truck to allow us to ride in the pickup bed to Latacunga. The rain never let up and we all huddled together soaking wet and cold. This is when one of the students told me, "Te odio Mr. T. no te voy a acompañar en la próxima reunión del Nature Club!" Basically he said he hated me and he would not be at the next meeting of the Nature Club. This is why I joined the Peace Corps! We made it back to Latacugna, opened the tailgate and essentially poured out of the back of the truck and onto the street.

Top!

Despite the ups and downs on the first meeting of Nature Club the kids are excited for our next adventure. This time we are scaling it back a bit and having a BBQ in Cotopaxi National Park. And don't worry, the kid that "hated" me has since denied his words will be joining us.  

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Never thought I would sleep in a guinea pig house


Yes, you read that correctly. Now that I have you hooked, enjoy my latest installment of my crazy Peace Corps life.

I have two friends that I like traveling with and we try to make the most of our time here. We essentially had 6 days free plan a trip during the holiday season of Carnival here in Ecuador. We decided to point our noses south. Equipped with our backpacks, tents, and spirit of adventure we hopped the 12 hour bus to Loja, the first of many butt-numbing bus rides.

Loja is a city in the mountains of the extreme south of Ecuador. I really liked the city. The historic district is beautiful and the climate was very agreeable. I will explore the city more fully when I have more time. For this trip however, it was just a stopover as we journeyed into the jungle. In Loja we met up with the 3rd amigo. We stayed in a flop house of a hostel but when you are volunteer 6 bucks for a bed is not bad.

The next morning we hopped a bus to go into the Amazon Rainforest. We arrived in Zamora, a small city in the jungle at midday. They are famous for having the largest clock in Ecuador. Fittingly, this Ecua-timepiece is 30 minutes behind. Zamora is a jungle city which equates to heat and humidity. It was HOT. I am talking like Louisiana summer on steroids. We met up with a volunteer that lives around there and he took us to the national park to hike.

Zamora
Quick aside: before we made it to the national park we were bombarded with balloons and a shaving cream type spray as people young and old were “playing” Carnival. It is apparently hilarious to hit unsuspecting people with water balloons from 3rd floor balconies and throw flour after they are wet. Two weeks ago I was running in Latacunga when out of nowhere I got shot in the face with this shaving cream stuff. Getting the Gringo must be worth extra points. Throughout our trip Carnival was “played” on us more times than I would like to recall…

Back to Zamora. We hiked around in the park and eventually arrived at a large waterfall. The cool moist air coming of the falls was invigorating. We spent 15 minutes or so admiring the beautiful waterfall. Then for some reason we started throwing rocks at the waterfall and seeing who could make it the highest and talking trash about each other’s girly throws. Poster boys of maturity.

We hiked back out of the park and decided to take a dip in a fast running river. The water was not that cold but the difference in temperature from the air to the water was extreme. I watched as one Ecuadorian man jumped from a rock into the fast running river and swam downstream in the rapids for about 100 yards. I asked him to teach me and he was happy to give me a lesson. After some hesitation I launched out and swam as hard as I could in order to get to the middle of the river before I was swept down into the rapids. It was a little sketch but so much fun! Things like that make you feel alive! After our swim we hopped the bus back to Loja where we arrived late that evening.

The next morning we caught a bus even further south. We went to Vilcabamba which is a city of expats mainly from the US. We spent the day looking for a place to camp. We hiked out to different places only to find they were full or too exposed. Finally we gave up and pitched our tents in the city park. City officials told us it was completely legal and backpackers camp there on a regular basis. Not 10 minutes after we erected our tents a man with dollars signs in his eyes came to us and instructed us that we could not camp there if we did not pay him 10 dollars. We were exhausted and didn’t feel like arguing so we paid the impromptu fee and the man left satisfied with his efforts. 

Some high school aged boys came to the park with a basketball so we asked to play with them. We divided up and played. I need to take this chance to trash on my good friend. To protect his identity I will call him Devino. He is very competitive and gives 110% in everything. Unfortunately 110% of zero basketball skills still equates to zero. Devin probably took 30 shots and made one. On the play following his one victorious shot he proceeded to launch the ball over the backboard from about 6 feet out. Downright impressive.

The next morning we broke camp and lumbered toward the bus terminal. We caught a bus headed north to Devino’s site that is essentially in the middle of nowhere. He lives very high in the páramo, basically in the grassy highlands. The last bus we took that day was one of the wildest buses I have ever been on. We caught the bus further south and thus we had seats, others were not that lucky. The bus stopped on the Panamerican highway before turning onto a dirt road that would lead us high into the rural Andes.

The stop was well known and there was an enormous crowd of people waiting to jam onto the bus. The bus probably had 50 seats and I can conservatively guess that there were 120 people crammed into every open space. Whole families would share two seats. For a period of time Justino had a woman sitting in his lap. I called to my other friend across the aisle to ask how he was doing. I could not see him due to the three people squeezed in the aisle between us but he informed me, in English, that rather large woman’s bosom was inches from his face. Oh Ecuadorian transportation, you are a cruel mother.
The bus slowly crawled up the windy dirt road and later that afternoon we hopped off in Devino’s site. It is a chilly site but had the indigenous residents were very warm and welcoming. All the houses are made of mud and the government has been building small concrete houses next to each one and is asking everyone to move. In consequence, Devino lives in the concrete house and his host family continues to live in the mud house. Can’t rush progress I suppose.

We planned on going backpacking that afternoon but the rain would not stop. We waited and waited for the rain to subside but finally we just hoisted our backpacks and headed towards the family farm where we intended on camping. We trudged through newly created streams and through muddy fields as the rain continued to pour. My boots are waterproof but only to a point. My shoes would be wet until the end of the trip. When we made it to the farm we were completely soaked through. Pitching tents in the downpour was not a possibility. The only option we had was to make camp in the only available shelter on the farm, a guinea pig house.

View from Devino's site
Luckily there was a small fire to keep the guinea pigs from dying of cold. We used the available dry wood to cook our hobo dinners and to partially dry our clothing. Animal lovers don’t worry, we didn’t eat the guinea pigs… this time. The fire was nice but the mud house was not well ventilated and quickly filled with smoke. We sat low on the floor to stay out of the worst of it. The 30 or so guinea pigs didn’t mind our company one bit as they quietly squealed throughout the night.

I had to play with the chanchitos
Sleeping in the smoky house was not comfortable or peaceful but at least the roof didn’t leak. We got up at 5 am in order to be clean up camp and get ready to help the family milk the cows at 6. They had no idea that the crazy Gringos were going to sleep in the guinea pig house and we preferred to keep it that way. We stood at the door of the house and watch the rain continue to fall. The family was late that day so we used that as an excuse to hike back through the rain and duck out of milking duty.

Before the "playing" began
Back at Devino’s house we put on dry clothing and I put on every pair of socks I brought. We were served Devino’s typical breakfast, a bowl of rice and potatoes. For that matter, it is his typical lunch and dinner. Meat is rarely eaten there. In the afternoon the rain stopped and the host family suddenly realized that it was Carnival so the “playing” commenced. We reluctantly came out and played with them. I do not know the appeal of continually soaking one another after you are drenched but Ecuadorians derive such pleasure from it. The kids had the shaving cream stuff and through active participation, I observed that getting shot in the orifices of the head is the main objective. I called it quits when the kids started throwing each other into Devino’s bio-digester that converts manure into methane gas. Even though it is a weird way to celebrate a holiday it was actually a lot of fun.

That night there was a fiesta that started at 8 pm. We physically couldn’t do it so we politely declined. The fiesta was very close to the house so we were lucky enough to hear the obnoxiously loud music all night. I do mean all night. We got up at 3:45 in the morning to catch the early bus and the party was still going strong.


Playing spoons
Another very long day of bus rides and we arrived in Latacunga. All told we rode nearly 40 hours on buses during our trip. We slept on the ground most nights. Everything I took with me still wreaks of campfire. We hiked with our full backpacks most of the trip and we did not have ideal weather conditions for most part. There are not many people in this world that would consider that a fun vacation but luckily I found two dudes that feel the same as I do. Devino and Justino, I am happy to call you guys my friends even if you both suck at basketball. 


The 3 Amigos

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

New year, new house, same scary shower head!

I had the great fortune of finding a small back-house here in Latacunga that was available. The owner of the house was enthusiastic to have me move in. Over the Christmas break she and her daughter fixed the place up and Peace Corps came and did their mandatory housing check. I was given the green light and moved in last month. It is a small one bedroom back-house on the property of my landlady. Three generations of her family live in the main house, as is customary here in Ecuador. My landlady supplied the furniture which is decent shape. I am grateful that I did not have to start from scratch.

It is funny to see people’s reaction when I tell them that I live alone now. Most are shocked to hear that I lived alone in the US and feel more comfortable living that way. Moving out of your family’s house here before you are married is very odd. Many times you stay in the house even after you are married. I am really blowing some Ecuadorian minds here people.

I will say that it is very nice to come home to my own house after work and be able to fully relax. I can play my music without worrying about bothering my host family. I can walk around the house without my shoes on because no one will see me commit such a taboo. Actually, that habit is probably permanent by now.

I love my new house but just so everyone doesn't think that I am living in a “posh corps” house here are a few minor details:

-My sink faucet is a water spicket.
-My electric shower head shocks the bejeezus out of me if my head gets too close to it.
-My only cooking appliance is an industrial stove top.
-I still wash my clothes on a rock.


The "kitchen"

Embassy Summer Camp

I and two other volunteers were asked to take charge of a US Embassy summer camp for 17 kiddos that are Ecuadorian minorities (Afro-Ecuadorian and indigenous). The kids are part of an initiative by the US Embassy in Quito to prepare economically disadvantaged kids for the university. They had been in the program for nearly two years so their English level was decent which made our camp activities that much more fun.

 The camp was held on the beach in the province of Esmeraldas. The facility was great. All our meals were served on an outdoor patio with a great view of the ocean. We were served amazing seafood including my favorite, ceviche!! Ceviche, for those of you that do not know, is a dish of fresh raw seafood that has been marinated in citrus juices. So good!

Most of our activities at the camp were held on the beach because… WHY NOT!?

A few of our activities:

-Capture the Flag (difficult to explain to non-native English speakers…)
-Bonfire with s’mores
-Camp-wide treasure hunt complete with rhyming clues
-English classes focused on following your dreams
-Talent show
-Movie night
-A myriad of English games
Capture the Flag
Karaoke
Many of the students had never seen the ocean before. The first afternoon we let them swim and it quickly became apparent they did not understand the science behind waves. Several girls would all hold hands and walk into two feet of water and the first wave that came along would take all their legs out from under them. They spent more time on trying to get back up than on their feet.

On our movie night we showed “Remember the Titans”. The campers are ethnic minorities so it was interesting watching them as they identified with what the African Americans were going through in the movie. In Ecuador, people from the coast and Afro-Ecuadorians are called “monos” or monkeys and depending on the intonation it can have rather racial undertones. The most poignant part of the movie occurred when the rival coach calls Denzel Washington a monkey. Many of the kids immediately made the connection that they were in the same boat as African-Americans in the late 20th century.

I love the Ecuadorian coast but let me tell you I was made to be in the mountains. I think I lost about 20 lbs of water weight that week. From the time we got off the bus on the coast to when we arrived back in mountains I did not stop sweating.  Also, the mosquitos must have a thing for Gringo blood because by the end of the week I was just a giant walking mosquito bite. I wore enough bug repellent to keep a herd of elephants mosquito-free but to no avail. I would be constantly swatting while the kids sat nearby with nary a bug bothering them. It started the first night when I was bitten on the eye lid and I proceeded to look like Popeye for the following two days. Enough of my whining, it was a great trip and I hope that the kids had half as much fun as we did.

This year has already been full of changes and great experiences. Looks my sophomore year here in Ecuador is shaping up to even better than last year. Hasta luego!

Oh and one more thing. A volcano near my house erupted while I was one the coast. Check it out!


Volcan Tungurahua Eruption Video 


BBC news story about volcano



Sunday, December 15, 2013

Year in Review

It is now December and I have been here almost a full year. In this post I want to reflect on my first year in Ecuador as a Peace Corps Volunteer. (Play soft piano music as you read this to set the mood)

I have lived without:
…reliable internet.
…reliable water.
…reliable electricity.
…American cuisine.
…speaking English on a regular basis.
…refrigerated eggs, milk, and ice in drinks.
…a functioning smartphone.
…a car.
…until recently, a washing machine.
…warm water in the kitchen and bathroom sink.
…the combination of hot water and pressure in the shower.
…people that understand why I do things the way I do.
…an active social life.
…double stuf oreos.

My shower head
Delicacy
I have lived with:
…a change in diet, including: whole guinea pigs, cow tongue, sheep’s blood, chicken feet, chicken necks, and cow intestines to name a few.
…a host family.
…boiling every drop of water I drink.
…the world’s smallest paycheck.
…people that are the most warm and accepting in the world.
…a job that is the toughest I have ever had but also the most rewarding.
…the same four pair of pants that are slowing returning to the threads from which they were made.

Host Family in Tumbaco
Host Dad in Tumbaco
First, I would like to say that I cannot believe that almost a year has passed since I boarded the plane in Amarillo. When the wheels went up I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Was it the right decision for me to leave Texas, the greatest state in the Union, and move to a developing country for the next 27 months? What was I doing? Should I quit right there and go back home? Most importantly, will Ecuador have double stuf Oreos?

When I think about the day I left the States to come to Ecuador it feels like decades ago and like yesterday all at the same time. I feel as if time stopped when I left home. Things that happened two years ago seem like they happened last year. In 2015 when I return I will still expect my niece to be four months old, the top song will be Flo Rida "Good Feeling" and the iPhone 4s is still the hot new thing. Also it will still be the thing which I will neither own nor understand.

Here in Ecua-land the days drag and the weeks fly. It is a very odd phenomenon. Some days seem as if they will never end but then I look at the calendar and realize the week is already over and I have zero idea what I did to get to that point.

As any avid reader of this blog already knows, I have been on many adventures here in Ecuador already. These excursions are my milestones. I plan an adventure and use it as something to really look forward to. Setting small goals and having things to look forward to are my keys to success here in Ecuador. As any Peace Corps Volunteer will tell you, there are many days that seem as if one is just spinning their wheels and the knowledge that there is something great on the horizon can really help you get through the day. That being said, I love my job. Working in the high school alongside Ecuadorian English teachers can be tough but is very rewarding when you see something that you taught being implemented in the classroom. I still believe that education is 95% crap, 5% gold and the when the latter occurs it outweighs the former 10 fold.

Also, as many of you know I do not post much about my primary project here in my blog other than to post fun photos or when something special happens. This is for two reasons. I have many friends here in Ecuador and anything I write here could easily be misconstrued and manipulated by the strong politics that exists within the schools here. Secondly, and more importantly, I would not read your blog if you wrote about teaching middle school Spanish. Booooring. When one of my secondary projects is being extra successful I will write about it here, but really I like to stick to more entertaining topics such as eating giant grub worms in the rain forest.

Though it has only been a year and I still have a majority of my service to go I can already tell that I view many things very differently. The changes I have undergone have been subtle and probably will not all come to the surface until I return to the 1st world for good but they certainly are there. I hear from many volunteers that have gone home, even if just to visit, and tell stories of how much they had taken things for granted and didn’t realize how different their behavior had become. I feel that this will absolutely ring true with me. Also, I walk 5 miles a day to save 50 cents on the bus so who knows how I will react when a meal costs me more than $1.75…

Speaking of money, I make very little. They don’t call us volunteers for nothing. 2013 will go down as my least grossing year since I started working at age 16. Many people in the States make more in a day than I do a month and yet I am the happiest I have been in recent memory. Yes, I would like to be able to go to the movies or go for a night on the town without wondering if I will make next month’s rent on my measly living allowance but it is all a part of the game. We are to live as Ecuadorians live and that means living on a restricted budget. I will admit though that I have dipped into my American money from time to time when I really need something such as mountain climbing and beach days. It is the little things in life.

Now that my freshman year is drawing to a close I look on to my second year. I have specific goals that I want to accomplish and will draw on my past experiences to help me. I can say with certainty that I still have no idea what I am doing but I am doing it with confidence.

So if I could talk to the anxious Todd from a year ago as he boarded the plane I would tell him a few things. You are embarking on a life changing experience. This is going to be the best and toughest thing you have ever done. There will be times that you will have zero idea what is going on but go with the flow and keep smiling. Get up, dress up, and show up, EVERYDAY. You are making the right decision. And of course, why didn’t you bring double stuf Oreos with you?





                                                        (Some photos of the last year)









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!