Purpose of the Blog

I´m currently in South America for an undetermined length of time, and if my stomach holds out, I may even end up teaching English in Chile. So, I decided that instead of sending out personalized emails with miles of digital images of myself and horrifyingly long descriptions of my experiences (it´s important to learn from our mistakes), that I would just post to a central location that has the potential of earning me ad revenues!

So imagine that this blog is like a friend inviting you over to their home, and then inundating you with photos of his/her latest vacation while regaling you with hopelessly boring and longwinded stories about how the country was and how lucky he/she was to have had such an individualized and genuine experience – all while using an authoritative tone that would suggest that he/she were the first person to have ever traveled to these places, and to firmly disregard that he/she had used a travel guide or guide book.

…stuff like that.



Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Quilotoa Loop Part 1 04.09.08 – 04.11.08

A few days after arriving in Quito it was time to move on to green pastures, so after spending a brief evening in the town of Latacunga, Rosa and I began our journey to a group of indigenous villages known to many a backpacker as the “Quilotoa Loop.” Our endeavors began with the famed indigenous market of Saquisili, but it was not until further afield that we would learn the true nature of the beast.

The towns on the loop were rural and the farmlands clung most precariously to what were effectively cliffs. Although a marginal amount of tourism existed in the area, it had not yet managed to influence the humble nature of these mountain communities and the villagers that inhabited them.

After viewing a few pueblitos along the trail, Rosa and I came to Chugchilan, which looked out onto a gorgeously green gargantuan gorge (it was actually more of a river valley, but I hate to spoil alliteration). We decided to stay in the Chugchilan a day longer than planned, as to afford us the opportunity of taking a bus to the next town of Quilotoa instead of opting for the alternative 22k trek to the same destination. The trek had actually become the safest means of passage between the two towns after a number of recent landslides brought on by torrential rains and a small earthquake had made the dirt road linking the two a bit hazardous. Despite my reservations about taking a marginal bus over marginal roads, I was repeatably assured that the journey was possible, and only marginally terrifying – thus our brilliant plan was set.

We spent the day hiking around Chugchilan, and it was both idyllic and serene. The only sounds that would occasionally permeate the silence of the clouds was that of the solitary farmer´s hoe, the baaing of a herd of sheep, or the inclement packs of rabid dogs (which only reluctantly backed away after being threatened by large sticks and rocks). Every view was a panorama, and every hill revealed a new dreamlike landscape with more unicorns than you can shake a rabid stick at.

2 comments:

oscar said...

all this words are worthless without pics!!....and loosing a CF card is not an excuse. :)

Sharon said...

who is Oscar?