Saturday, March 17, 2012

The Ecuadorian Riviera!!

Backpacking up the West coast of Ecuador with our thirty year old daughter that travelled here before by staying in $3-a-night-hostels, eating meals from street vendors and chatting up all the street folks (the bracelet-sellers with dreadlocks and plaited beards) can be a bit trying to say the least. 


Backpacking in Ecuador
We landed in Ecuador to spend a couple of weeks on the beach and Keenan spirited us off to Montanita, her favorite beach resort town in Ecuador. So I merrily travel up the highway with visions of Ixtapa or Cozumel in my mind and looking forward to four star resort restaurants- boy was I surprised! Montanita is more like Haight-Ashbury before the hippies moved out in the sixties. I did see three North American/European white males over 55 while in Montanita, two with dreadlocks, beards and peace necklaces, and the other similar to me. 
The pool girl at Swisspoint
Montanita does have a lovely beach and good restaurants. We stayed at the really nice Swisspoint Hotel on the edge of town, with nice rooms and a great pool. Twice we went to Olon, the next little fishing village, and spent the afternoons soaking up the sun, drinking beer and coconut rum and eating at the beach cabanas that all had the same seafood menus.
Montanita beach


Keenan making friends in Olon

Chuckwagons at Olon
There are miles of lovely beaches along the coast, some with no people for miles, others like Montanita with shoulder to shoulder surfers and sun bathers. 
After a week in Montanita we moved North up the coast to an eco lodge where we could do some day trips. The views of the ocean from the lodge were beautiful, looking out through palm trees and tropical flowers. 
Our first day trip was a horse back ride to the top of a mountain through the rain forest jungle. I was given the privilege of riding a mula, a Jenny in North America, that had absolutely no stop whatsoever. She was strong and willing, but would totally do as she wanted, so there I was, fifty years of cowboy behind me, being led up the mountain on mula by a sixteen year old! The horses that Loreen and Keenan rode were much better minded when they were not stopped eating palm leaves or treats along the trails. 
Mula & the guides


Mom & "grazer"

Again my expectations were a little more than reality, I envisioned a road or path, where in actual fact it was more of a goat trail through the jungle, in places too steep to ride either up or down, so it was dismount and scramble up on foot or slide down through the mud, did I mention it is rainy season here and the mud was ankle deep in most places. In one place, crossing sideways on the mountain, the guides walked below the horses pushing on them to make sure they did not slip sideways down the slope. But we made it to the top and spent a half an hour watching a group of howler monkeys. Both our guides could imitate them and convinced the primary male that another male was in the vicinity. He hung out of the tree above howling and growling to scare us off. 
We saw a few parrots, a couple of toucans and one venomous snake on the trail, that the guide instantly smacked on the head with his machete.
After a three day consultation in Bolivia with the toilet seat, I had steadfastly avoided any street food and now back in the village we were led into this little dark, dirty two roomed building for lunch. The kitchen was just big enough for the cook, her two gas stoves, a work table, the dining table and a few chairs (no sink or water in sight)! Three bowls of vegetable/chicken soup appeared before us and Loreen and Keenan dug in with gusto, so I sucked it up and dug in. This was followed up with a plate full of rice, with a spicy vegetable sauce and another piece of chicken. Loreen and Keenan even had seconds, I stuck with one plate. Actually it all tasted pretty good, other than the chicken was probably the great, great grandma to all village chickens, it was that tough. After we left, Loreen told me "as long as it is cooked it should be okay" and the man of the house did keep the chickens, dogs and cats chased outside while we ate. After this I felt bad and thought maybe I should go back for seconds! 
Our transport driver picked us up to take us back to the lodge and much to my amazement, he turned around in the middle of the road and headed off in the other direction. After a couple of miles I asked Keenan to find out if this was another way back. No, he just liked us and wanted to show us his farm where he grows just about everything: pineapple, banana, papaya, corn, sugarcane, melons, pumpkins, squash, oranges, tomatoes, guava and a few things that I didn't know. He was very proud of his farm and after a half an hour loaded us up and took us home laden with fresh picked bananas and papaya.
Our driver & his 9 month old papaya tree!
The best part of the day was feeling the warmth of the Ecuadorian village people, the friendliness of our guides, Danny and Jonathon, the way this elderly couple welcomed us into their humble home and the friendship and pride of the driver in his farm, village and country. 
The 3 Musketeers on Isla de la Plata
The next day we visited the poor man's Galapagos, Isla de la Plata, a small island an hour and half by boat out of Puerta Lopez. Isla de la Plata supports many of the same bird species as the Galapagos, but has no turtles or penguins, but for $20 I was able to get up close to the blue footed booby, watch hundreds of frigate birds whirl in circles in the sky and had the opportunity to snorkel. Snorkeling was not good, so Loreen and I stayed on the boat and watched every one else splash about or high dive from the top roof.
Blue-footed booby and her baby

Keenan making a splash
Now off on our next adventure, catching a local bus to our next destination. Now, did the guy at the lodge tell us to catch the green bus? The red one? Or maybe it was blue. I wonder where this guy with the bananas is going? I hope they didn't put that ladies chickens in our luggage compartment! 
Waiting for the green bus

The End of the GAdventures Tours


Well the Gadventure tours are over and we leave our new friends to continue on our own into Ecuador. So we say goodbye to Arnold and Diane, Mary, Marleen, Louis and Daniella, Aral and Lila our tour guide. 
On our last night together we went out for dinner and drinks and ended up at a Cuban dance club on a swinging little side street in Miraflores, Peru. As we piled into two cabs, I will always have the picture of our tour guide hanging out the rear window of her taxi waving at our taxi to make sure the driver made the right turns. We had a few more drinks at the club and watched the bouncer at the club next door search all the male patrons for weapons. Seems it was a fight club or it turns into one at some point in the wee hours of the morning. Alas we had to leave prior to any action as we had an early flight to Ecuador.
The tours were great and we enjoyed the great people we travelled with.
The Last Supper!

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Land of the Incas

We arrived in Cusco after an uneventful 8 hour trip by van from Puno. After we checked into the hotel our guide Lila took us out for a quick orientation of the city around the Plaza de Armas area. Loreen and three other ladies stayed out to do some window shopping and went to a bar for a beer. Back at the hotel I ran into Lila and she was worried that they had got lost. When I told her they were out drinking she was amazed, five years of taking tour groups, this was the first time she had people go off drinking on their own. I told her she needed to travel with Loreen more!

Next day we went on a tour of the Inca ruins/sites that are close to Cusco. We visited Saqsaywaman, Q'enqo and Tambomachay and then back to town for a tour of the church Iglesia De Santo Domingo.

The three Inca sites seem to all be part of a huge complex of towns, temples and fortress's on the entrance way to Cusco from Machu Picchu. The religious theory of Inca culture is based on three elements: fire, water and earth. All that was needed to survive was water, the fire provided by the sun, and Pachamama, the earth.

I was impressed at Tambomachay, a stone structure that captures clear spring water and takes it via channelsto a series of baths. Known as the The Bath of the Inca, theory connects the site to the Inca water culture, one of the three religious elements. The Inca were very adept at building water systems to collect and transport water for drinking and bathing. Not so much for agriculture as the terrace systems they built captured and retained water for long periods.

Water system at Tambomachay
I managed to find one lady on the trail that liked me and insisted she have a picture taken with us.

Photo Op!
Q'enqo, zigzag in English, is a religious temple built in a natural set of caves and follows a zigzag pattern from the entrance to the exit. Used as a ceremonial place it is speculated that it was a place where animals, mostly llamas, were sacrificed. Unlike the Aztec the Inca are not known for human sacrifice.

Saqsaywaman, the Inca name, but most folks just call the site Sexy Woman, is a huge site, with both military and religious significance. At the height of it's importance it is estimated that 5,000 warriors were stationed here. It had huge towers for both water and food storage - the largest one 22 meters in diameter. Today about 20 percent of the site remains, the balance either destroyed by the Spanish or the stones taken to build churches and homes. The largest stone used in the building of Saqsaywaman is around 300 ton, transported to the site on log rollers and pushed and pulled by who knows how many slaves, for the Inca was a slave culture. There are lots of stones there that weigh in the 160 ton range.


The huge stones at Sacsaywaman
The Inca ruler at the time envisioned the settlement of Cusco to be in the shape of a Puma and Saqsaywaman was designed as the head where 22 zigzag walls were put in place to represent the Puma's teeth.

We toured the Sacred Valley so named by Incas because of the year round river that flows through the valley. The river floods and brings sediment to grow crops, creating it's own micro climate in the highlands, the Sacred Valley is still a highly productive growing area.

First stop was at Planterra (GAP sponsored) community project to help women living in the village to become self sufficient with crafts, etc and the men are employed as porters for GAP. Here the women hand spin the wool from sheep, llama and alpaca into thread for weaving. Using various plants, leaves, roots and rocks for dye, the material is colored, then colors are randomly selected for weaving into table runners, scarves, etc. No patterns are used as the designs are done from memory.

Weaving
Next stop was at Pisac ruins, an agricultural village where many terraces were established, these terraces create individual micro sites which allowed different crops to be grown for food. Pisac also contained religious and administrative offices form this area of the Inca empire. Part of the town and houses remain, as well as a cemetery area with some 6000 burial caves. Pisac also has a stone aquaduct system that brings water about a mile from a set of springs to the town site area, for drinking and bathing.

Pisac Terraces
The Ollantaytambo ruins totally blew me away. A highly terraced fortress and religious site, Ollantaytambo is one of the few Inca sites to be known for an Inca victory over the Spanish. The town itself sits at the bottom of the terraces and many of the Inca houses are still used today as homes by indigenous people. In the surrounding mountains are high structures that were used as granaries for storing grains and other food. Taking advantage of the wind these granaries had natural cooling and refrigeration.
From the top of Ollantaytambo

One of the Stones at the top of Ollantaytambo

The Chief and I at Ollantaytambo

At 100 meters above the valley bottom a temple was still under construction when the Spanish came, several 80 and 90 ton stones had been put in place, others are still lying in front of where the temple was to be constructed. These stones were brought to the site from a quarry six kilometers away on the top of another mountain, lowered 1100 meters, transported across the valley and the river, then raised back up 100 meters to get to the site, what an effort by human power.

Machu Picchu at last, undiscovered by the Spanish, the site is intact, although they are still finding more there under the jungle. This site was an administrative area for an "Inca State or Province" and depended on other sites like Pisac and Ollantaytambo for food supplies. One theory is that as these food sources were destroyed by the Spanish, the people of Machu Picchu moved out and the city was never found until 1911 by the American Hiram Bingham. So far about 260 buildings have been found, with an estimate that about 100 of those were residences, the rest being used for storage or for temples, etc. At ratio of 8 to 10 people per residence Machu Picchu probably had between 800- 1000 residents.

Machu Picchu from the Sun Gate
Machu Picchu is a beautiful site and here we learned about Inca engineering and safety during earthquakes. All the Inca buildings were built with the walls erected with between 9 and 13 percent slope inwards from foundation to roof, this principle of using angles increases the strength of the structures. The walls were sunk below the ground surface a minimum of one meter and the area inside and outside the walls filled with compacted sand, thus absorbing any type of shock. Finally in every wall there was a series of triangular shaped inset niches, these were to allow flexibility in the walls and also absorb shock. All windows and entrances were wider at the bottom than at the top.

Earthquake Proof
One temple designed in a circle with two narrow windows was constructed so that the sun from the summer solstice entered one window and the wall ends where the sun eliminated the ground. The sun from the winter solstice entered through the second window and hit the exact spot of the summer solstice. These are amazing engineering feats completed in 1400 to 1450.

The sun temple for capturing the Solstice sun
Three of us hiked up the Inca trail to the Sun Gate, where there are amazing views of Machu Picchu and the surrounding mountains, although not quite the same as the four day Inca Trail hike there is still a feeling of accomplishment to stand at the Sun Gate and look down on Machu Picchu.

At the Sun Gate



Lake Titicaca, Peru

It is beautiful in the highlands with high mountain valleys and lots of agriculture. Small herds of sheep, cows and llamas are all tethered in the fields or with a herder, usually a woman in some colorful costume. Along with Peruvian crops, such as corn, potatoes, and quinoa, we also passed fields of canola and alfalfa.

Our first night in Puno, a small city on Lake Titicaca, Carnaval was in full swing and there were different groups in traditional dress accompanied by large bands dancing through the streets. We also found a market place in a grittier section of town where a different kind of party was happening and most people were very drunk. Even the ladies in their traditional dresses were swigging back one litre bottles of beer and the kids were spraying the gringo ladies with foam. We later ran into the original and much more sophisticated groups but by 10:00 pm even they were pretty drunk and stopped to perform for the gringos.

Dancing in the Streets
In the morning we took a three wheel pedal taxi to the dock and were off to the floating reed islands of the Uros people. They were originally a land based group of people that fished with their reed canoes. As they were hunted by the Spanish as a slave labour force, they fled into the reeds and built floating islands where they could live without fear of the Spanish. The floating islands blew us away - what an interesting way of life. We had a presentation on how they make the islands, homes, boats, etc and then the ladies grabbed us to show us their homes and all the crafts they were selling.

Composition of the Floating Islands
The lady that took us to her home dressed Loreen up in her clothes for a photo op - how cute. In the reed houses there were a few places to hang things and a raised reed bed with a pile of blankets on it, that was all. The kitchen was communal with one two-burner gas camp stove. They do not have any kind of heat in their homes and live a old fashioned life in a cold climate. Loreen felt sorry for the Uros ladies as they would likely never in their life be able to soak in a tub of hot water.

Loreen, Anna and the Mom
The Uros ladies all gathered to sing goodbye to us including one song in English, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star! Then we were off on a 2.5 hour boat ride to Taquile Island.

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
Taquile is something we have never seen before. In ancient times, legend has it, the island was occupied only by women, but the gods decided that these women were so good they needed husbands and sent men to the island. The women had made their living by trading knitted goods with other islanders, rand efused to marry any men until they could knit as good as the women, hence today the men of the island knit and the women weave. The Spanish government sold the island and all the inhabitants to a rich noble from Andalusia. Andalusia having been under the rule of the Moors for some years had an Arabic style of clothing. This style of dress was forced on the locals so all the women wear black veils. The men wear funny red fez style hats - red if you are married and red and white if you are single.

Dressed Taquile Style
We climbed to the top of the island via the shortest route and had to stop a few times to catch our breath. The locals pack on their back everything they use on the island, propane, drinking water, food stuffs, etc. We struggled with our backpack and they ran past us going to the top with two 25 pound propane bottles in a blanket on their backs!

Taquile Island
We went to a family home for lunch of quinoa soup, grilled trout with fries, rice and salad and then the local mint tea. It was delicious. Then to get back down to the boat it was 500 steps to the dock. Even going down was a struggle in places as the steps were carved out of stone and were steep and slippery. The scenery was beautiful.

The way down off Taquile
They say that they rarely marry non-Taquile people and I don't know how that would work as they must be inbred?? They have other odd customs - like the mating and marriage rituals! Many of the older people have never left the island as they are afraid of the water and boats. They farm, and knit and weave for their living and now they have quite the tourist gig happening.

Back to Puno for the night and then off to Cusco, the ancient capital city of the Inca Empire. The Incas were the largest society to reside on the Americas with a total population of twelve million when the Spaniards came. They controlled the countries of Peru, Ecuador, Bolivia and parts of Columbia, Chile and Argentina. About one million out of the twelve survived Spanish conquest. The rest died from war, disease and slavery in the mines.