April 27, 2008

Newton's Satisfaction

That little black dot in the middle of the picture is Catherine as she contemplates our upcoming ridge walk.

Vilcabamba is the type of place that solidifies our appreciation of the past eight months. I have had a silly grin on my face for the past five days and as I anticipate our morning departure I cannot help but revel in the delight over our pleasurable indulgences.

Having the freedom to travel a year has allowed us to organically enjoy places and people. Unlike the normal one to two week vacation that is highly orchestrated or basically routine, we are lucky enough to happen upon places that would not ordinarily make the cut on a short vacation. Places where the holistic experience is balanced perfectly. The truth is, even without the constraints of time, finding such equilibrium is difficult.

Here in Vilcabamba we have challenged our bodies to astounding hiking along narrow ridges and panoramic peaks. Catherine, my secret hero, overcame her fear of heights and with courage and patience walked along ridges devouring the exhilarating views. We pampered our bodies with meditative massages and yummy food. Each evening we lay in our hammock immersed in reading as the sun baked our bodies before excusing itself behind the mountains. Music and wine and naps and peace.

I arrived with an injured knee and Catherine with an upset stomach. We leave feeling completely revitalized as we head north and the days on our one year dwindle away.


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Longing for My Bike

I know we have previously bored you with countless stories of buses and bus rides:

The Worst (and The Dirtiest): Machala to Tulcan, Ecuador - 16 hours
The Longest: Ipiales to Bogota, Colombia - 22 hours
The Worst Breakdown: Santa Marta, Colombia to Maracaibo, Venezuela - who knows how long
The Most Crowded: Sucre to Los Frailes, Bolivia (tied for the Most Crowded was EVERY other bus in Bolivia)
Most Ridiculous (tie): Quito to Cuenca, Ecuador - we departed at 10pm for a 10 hour ride and the bus attendant collected tickets at midnight. Loja to Riobamba, Ecuador - we departed at 9:30pm for a 10 hour ride and the bus attendant handed out snacks at 3am!
Most Dangerous: Torotoro to Cochabamba, Bolivia - Kamikaze driver that was likely legally blind and would speed up at turns. We seriously almost flew over a cliff causing the five of us in the van to demand that he stop.

Honestly, buses are the ONE thing that we have not adjusted to. We absolutely loathe buses and the painful rides that leave our bodies aching for days and try our patience to the brink of breakdown. With accommodations and food we have options and control. If a place looks like a dump we leave. If the menu serves the same white rice and cheap cut of beef we leave.

Bus companies though surreptitiously lure you in.

"Does the bus have a toilet?"
"Si, claro que si."

"Is the bus direct?"
"Si, claro que si."

"Is the bus 1st class?"
"Si, claro que si."

The ticket sellers are ALL evil liars. We have stopped asking questions and instead make sure to do a thorough walk on inspection before purchasing tickets (sadly, this is not always possible). This guarantees a clean bus and a decent seat, but that is about it. Nothing can save you from the smelly passengers sure to keep their windows tightly shut or the frequent breakdowns. Let's say all of these things miraculously fall into place, nothing, absolutely nothing can prepare you for the dismally dangerous road conditions coupled with the perilous race car speeding called driving.

In Ecuador we are lucky because bus rides are "short," five to eight hours max. We are horribly unlucky because the buses are horrendous! From Cuenca to Vilcabamba we took a six hour day bus that managed to encompass all the worst - breakdown, stench, cramped, terrible road conditions, blocked bathroom. You name it, we experienced it.

Fortunately, the peace and beauty of Vilcabamba helped us forget the pain within moments of arrival. Our lovely cabana overlooked a lush mountain scape and our hotel spoiled us with massage service, hammocks, a pool, great food and ideal tranquility.

Not even the prospect of the return bus can spoil this.

April 2, 2008

Saving the World, One Wolunteer at a Time

Tomorrow we leave the "comforts" of Quito. Catherine managed to convince me to volunteer one month to help protect a cloud forest reserve in Mindo, a town two hours west of Quito. We will volunteer with Milton, an Ecuadorian activist from Mindo that has worked locally for over 20 years. Back in the 80s he organized the community to fight logging companies and they won the right to preserve 20,000 hectares of primary cloud forest in the surrounding area. We do not know our specific assignments but we know they are currently building an information center, clearing hiking trails, cataloging birds (Mindo is Ecuador's birdwatching capital) and building a sustainable eco-village.

What we also just found out is that we will be without electricity during our stay at BioMindo. I was totally game on sharing a tree hut with other volunteers, using a composting outhouse and living in the boonies - but NO electricity?!?! When they told us to bring lanterns I thought it was to illuminate the path to the outhouse, not to illuminate our "room". I know Catherine is secretly rejoicing at our now justifiable 8pm bedtime.

* * *

Rustic is something backpackers talk about. It is something they think they know. Until this evening we were those backpackers.

BioMindo IS rustic.

Barbara, BioMindo's German co-founder, walked us up to our tree hut room and suggested that we settle in quickly before it got "too" dark. It was only 6pm and already night had fallen. Although the darkness obscured our vision, we did see the space which we would occupy for the next four weeks - the thatched roof top floor of a basically built bamboo structure. It looked more like an open air tepee than a room that would protect us from the multitude of creatures lurking about and the persistent precipitation of the rainiest month of rainy season. We graciously unloaded our bags and quickly descended hoping for better.

We found Barbara eagerly awaiting us for a brief tour of the village. Composting toilet. Actually a trash bin with a seat attached. After each waste deposit one scoops in some wood chips. Once full, the bin is emptied and replaced by a new one. The waste is composted. Shower. Cold water. Barely any cover. The cooking area. Well, since there is no electricity then there is also no refrigerator. Barbara explained that our meals - breakfast, lunch, and dinner - would mainly consist of white rice and veggies.

We were also welcomed by little insects that put mosquitoes to shame. These little nondiscriminatory suckers bite you everywhere (toes, fingers, face) and leave a bloody bump that is immediately painful. A day or so later the bumps get even bigger and the itching unbearable. The itching persists for days. Anti-DEET Catherine endured much discomfort.

Luckily we really liked Barbara and Milton, co-founders of BioMindo. Over dinner they talked to us about their vision of a sustainable eco-village that would be used as a learning model for locals interested in living with minimum impact on the earth. With the conservation of the cloud forest, locals used the tourism industry as a viable economic alternative to the logging they had previously used as a means of subsistence. Unfortunately, people quickly saw the very profitable merits of tourism. Mindo went from having two hotels in 1987 to more than eighty hotels with construction still occurring in every direction. The unregulated surge was expectantly void of education in responsible and sustainable ventures to protect the local culture and biodiversity.

BioMindo's goal is to reverse that trend.

* * *

Day 3 here at 7pm and we are in bed after another long yet peaceful day. We wake when the sun rises and the birds compete with song. We go to bed when night falls and the critters begin their night time lullabies. Work has mostly consisted of us jumping in and doing our part no matter how inadequate we are with saws and hammers and other manly tools...hehehe. I seriously do not know how much strain I have put into cutting bamboo with the flimsiest saw ever. Yesterday I thatched my first roof and tomorrow more of the same. Catherine built a shelf for firewood and together we made a basket for timber. Today we hiked along an old trail that next week we will help clear and get ready for hikers. If it needs to get done, we do it. Or at least try.

We have already gotten used to the white rice, cold showers, no electricity and room without walls. It has actually been extremely relaxing and refreshing being here.

* * *

Now we have to leave Mindo.

Last night while on a booze run with Jimmy, a fellow volunteer, I twisted my bad ankle and fell. The immediate pain occurred in my ankle but soon after the hurt subsided and I was fine to walk back and enjoy a celebratory dinner and drinks with everyone. Unfortunately, within the hour I felt a throbbing pain in my right knee. By the time I went to bed I could hardly walk. Sleep was impossible as I dealt with the constant pain made worse by any minor movement.

This morning instead of going with the others to the cloud forest I stayed in bed immobile. I have been here all day. Only dire desires for the toilet have given me reason to endure the pain and move out of bed.

The situation is quite demoralizing. This intense pain leads me to believe that I hurt my knee very badly. The possibility that this trip may be cut short is even more agonizing than the knee.

* * *

Today I visited a curandera. She looked at my knee and with a few swift moves popped it into "place." Through my grimaces of pain she deeply massaged my knee. Every time my meditation failed and I complained of pain she continued her rubbing telling me she was working it out.

I have no idea what she did but the pain has slightly subsided and my range of motion has improved dramatically. I left the hut practically carried to the truck and returned walking on my own. Maybe the trick was in the strange purple reddish liquid she applied to my knee with a feather before I left.

At least now I will be able to endure a bus ride to Quito to get "real" medical attention.

* * *

$200 and many desperate phone calls later, my very competent Johns Hopkins educated orthopedist confirmed NO major damage. I practically fell over myself getting home to share the news with Catherine. I had prepared myself for the worse but luckily with rest and physical therapy I will recover in a few weeks. RELIEF!

* * *

By the time we left Mindo we were actually sad to leave the peace we enjoyed for several weeks. The stability of staying in one place and not having to pack and move on every few days was also quite refreshing. Even the German couple we cursed at first for cramping our space turned out to be super chill. Dreadlocked Biggie could not stand getting dirty and her photographer boyfriend Marko was a dedicated hoot. One evening he spent hours trying to photograph frogs but returned covered in bug bites and with only one frog shot. We liked them.

We very quickly adjusted to life at the eco-village. 8pm bedtime was rejuvenating. 6am wakeup...well, one cannot complain after ten solid hours of sleep each night. Barbara proved to be an extremely creative cook. Super Babs is seriously BioMindo's superhero - she can do it all. The cold showers were exactly what our bodies needed after long days of work in the sun. The composting toilet actually makes a lot of sense. It is super clean and odor free and most importantly extremely friendly to the environment. No electricity just meant that no one ever forgot to shut the lights off.

The coolest thing about Mindo was the sublime nature. The place was simply spectacular. Over 500 species of birds. You may not realize what that means but after just one hour of birdwatching I spotted an exhilarating diversity of birds in all colors and sizes. I loved it so much I even awoke at dawn one morning and sat on a stool checking out birds for hours. And the insects were just something out of this world. Nathan would have been in bug heaven checking out the array of colors and sizes.

Mindo was exactly what we had been looking for. Like spoiled Americans we did complain but like seasoned travelers we appreciated the experience.

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