In an attempt to get my mind off of the past week's events, I'm updating about my Semana Santa trip last week.....we will see if I can remember everything....
It started Saturday morning at 6am when I woke up. Our bus left from Quito at 8:30am for Guayaquil, the largest populated city in Ecuador. Whitney had bought the bus tickets for the 3 of us (she, Jackie, and I), so we all met there 30 minutes early and headed to the bus corral (or whatever you wish to call it) at the terminal. We looked around for at least 20 minutes wondering where the bus that was from the company named on our ticket was locacted. The ticket didn't have a parking spot number on it (like they usually do to help you find your bus) so we began asking the people around us if they knew. They all kept pointing and saying "19" - which is where we had randomly plopped down our stuff while trying to find the bus.
Now, there is a quality that all Ecuadorians have that some may find endearing, at this moment we did not feel that way. Ecuadorians really hate to say 'I dont know' or 'I am wrong'. If they dont know the answer to your question, they would rather make something up than admit to not knowing. Which is basically what happened this whole time. Eventually, Whitney asked a security guard who immediately ran to a window and then a man came running at us telling us to hurry up and get our stuff and follow him. We followed him, out of the bus corral, through the terminal, through a sketchy hallway, and out to the back of the terminal where our bus was ready to leave the terminal. Everyone else was on the bus, the driver was about to pull out of the place he was parked, all the luggage was already packed onto the bus, etc. Evidently, we werent supposed to go to the corral, we were supposed to go through the sketchy hallway.....ecuador.
And, thus, our trip began........
We were on that bus for 9 hours. Yep. Pretty long time. There was a family with 5 children. 4 of which threw up......in the aisle, right beside me. When we finally arrived, we went to our hostel ($12/night = super classy....seriously), unloaded and went to eat some dinner. This hostel was really nice, btw. To find dinner, we decided to just walk around some and find a place. We were all starving, having been on a bus for 9 hours and only feeding on amor cookies and chocolate animal crackers, so we decided that the best bet was to go to the harbor/boardwalk thing and find a restaurant there. We practically walked to one end of the thing before we found anything promising. We did pass up on one restaurant that looked really fancy and had a reasonably priced menu with something that we would all enjoy until.....as I began to open the door, a rat ran right in front of my feet and under the outside wall of the place. We all screamed, shrilly voices, and ran away.
The next day we woke up and decided to do some real touring of the city. Guayaquil is much like NYC, Boston, etc. There are huge skyscrapers (something which is NOT in Quito), lots of people, and pretty impressive stores, buildings, etc. We went to see some churches - we decided since it was Easter that that was the appropriate thing to do. However, they were all incredibly crowded and we were in the back and could not really hear/understand the speakers so we kind of 'church hopped' instead.
-----insert: Whitney got sick today.-----
We then went to 'Iguana Park'. This is a park where, yes, there are iguanas. Now, when you read this, you think, 'Oh, Iguanas, in their cages, playful little creatures living their protected life.', don't you? Well, I did. No. You are wrong. There were at least 50 iguanas, roaming throughout this park, in the middle of the city, just a normal park, trees, benches, etc. But then you see an iguana in a tree, peeing. DUCK!!! And you turn and see at least 15 of them crowding around this psycho man who is feeding them bananas and petting them! It was seriously one of the creepiest things I have ever seen. I was scared to walk, that I'd step on one, get peed on from the trees, get attacked by one, get rabies, I don't even know what I thought would happen but I was a little scared the whole time....
We then went back to the riverwalk thing and walked up and down the entire thing. It's huge. They just remodled it in 2000 and it's very nice, if I do say so. There was a park/maze thing with lots of trees and plants and very pretty.
At the end of the riverwalk there's an old neighborhood that has been remodled and upgraded. There are 444 steps to get to the top, its on a hill, mountain. We decided to go up. Really pretty houses, lots of colors, nice views, etc. 444 steps, did I mention that?
From Guayaquil we then headed to Machala, where we took a cab to Puerto Bolivar, and a boat to Jambeli. The book described Jambeli as, "Festive music, bamboo benches, thatched roofs, swaying palms, warm water, and gentle waves combine to give Jambeli a constant summer feel." We arrived on a boat with about 5 other people, all appearing to be natives of the island. We arrived on the island. And all said 'Are we in a ghost town?' There was no one there. The houses/hostels/restaurants/bars were ALL empty. So we began to walk to find a hostel. A man approached us and offered to show us the rooms at his place. We followed him, to the end of the deserted sidewalk (the one sidewalk in the whole island), to his house. A really cute house with tons of potential on the outside. We got a room, 3 beds, for $5/night. Our own bathroom (we were the only tourists on the island, mind you). A nice balcony with 2 hammocks, etc.
Dinner, we need dinner. There are 2 restaurants in the book. There are 2 restaurants open. Whitney picked. We sat down and had some lovely french fries and beer haha. Well, I did. I didnt think I wanted to try seafood in this place, I'm sure it would have been fine. As a matter of fact, the other 2 had shrimp and fish and were fine.
We walked on the beach a while, empty. No people. That night we played cards on the balcony (thanks, Mom, for those itty bitty playing cards thrown in my bag last minute before leaving for Ecuador) and sat on the beach - because it was the only thing to do. Evidently, the man has a family living in this "hostel" (their home), with at least 6 children, one of whom we believe to be autistic (or something of that sort....) who had quite a few fits throughout the night. The next day, we were praying for some sunshine, but we did not receive it. We sat on the beach, fully clothed, for about an hour, walked up and down it for a while, and then packed up and left around 11 or 12.
We arrived in Loja Tuesday night. We decided we wanted to go ahead and splurge for a hotel in place of a hostel in this town, considering the previous nights experiences. We found Hotel Podocarpus (which is the name of the national park nearby and we also later found out is the name of the only native coniferous tree to ecuador). I even paid for the hotel with my VISA. Classssyyyy. We then got settled and headed to dinner. The cutest little italian pizza place ever. We each had a personal pizza cooked in the adobe oven right beside of us.
Loja was a really nice town. I didn't expect it to have much to entertain us, but I was impressed. The next day, we woke up and got on a bus (again) and headed to Vilcabamba for a hike. We arrived and got some directions and began the hike. I don't really know if yall have figured this out yet or not, but I'm not much of a hiker persay. I about died, yet again. We did find a really pretty river we were walking beside and had our first encounter with some genuinely friendly ecuadorians. We were going to eat lunch at a restaurant they had told us was on the hike, but when we arrived, it was closed and no one was in sight. It then began to rain, pour. We began the treck back down the mountain to the town to eat. By the time we arrived back in town, the sun had come out and we ate at a really nice place where I had hummus and homemade bread, a little too limey for me, but still good.
Back in Loja, we decided to go out that night. There wasnt very many people out, but we went out anyways. We found a really cute place called 'Viejo Minero (old miner)' and sat down for a while. They had really good french fries, too, FYI :) It reminded me of West VA. Mining pictures and materials all over the distressed wooden walls.
The next day was devoted to Loja. We went to see the 'door to the city' which is a castle with a bridge that has a museum and art inside, and then to the zoo. The zoo was kind of ghetto but entertaining nonetheless. There was a squirrel exhibit (yes you can laugh), buffalo poop, a giraffe who spit on me, and an extended period of time was spent laughing at the monkeys.
The rest of our days were spent in Cuenca. We were really excited for Cuenca because it's supposed to be really great. We were a little disappointed. We did go see IngaPirca (the trip to which our bus broke and we had to stop and wait for another to come and get us and when it got there they fixed bus #1 so we just all got back on there anyways...), which are some Incan ruins nearby Cuenca - but we didnt have a guide so we didnt really know anything about what we were looking at.....dont worry, i did a great job of making up a bunch of crap so they felt like they were learning. We did see llamas there and it was pretty cool anyways...
We also went to a museum (which was interesting, although it said everything that i have already learned in my anthro class). Cuenca also has about 2373847329 churches, so we walked around and saw a bunch of them. And then Sunday night we came home to Quito(AIRPLANE, thank goodness!).
----insert: I got sick here.----
All in all it was a very good trip. I had a ton of fun. It was really nice to see those places that are important to Ecuador that I would not have gotten to see otherwise because they are too far for a weekend trip. I got to talk to people with all 3 different kinds of Ecuadorian accents (from the 3 divisions of the country). I got to see tons of cool stuff. It was VERY not stressful since there were only 3 of us. We had no problems logistically.....just that we had a small child puke on every single one of our bus rides, seriously.
Sorry I got kind of slack with the details towards the end of the story. It all kind of smudges together in my memory. And with everything that has happened this week its even worse. Pictures will be up later today probably.
Hope this gives yall something to take your mind off whats going on at home. - L