Ecuador Encounters

It’s 6:30 a.m., the florally-decorated kettle is boiling away on the stove and the rain is siling down outside; were it not for the sweltering heat and the huge banana trees outside, I could be in an episode of Lark Rise to Candleford. Indeed, we’ve all been embracing the provincial life here on the edge of the rainforest. A young lad cycles past with fresh bread at the crack of dawn every morning. The house witnesses a varied daily thoroughfare of chickens, semi-naked children and semi-stray dogs (including a dopey Rotweiler by the name of Rocky), all of whom wander in and out at their leisure. There is no internet and a single plug socket. At night, I am lulled into a sticky slumber by an ensemble of crickets, frogs, birds and countless other jungle inhabitants emitting various buzzings, squawkings and patterings. They are keeping up a solid fanfare despite the current rainstorm, which is the first real downpour I’ve seen since leaving the UK. Really quite enjoying it!

View from my room

View from my room

I am in Uchuculin, a tiny indigenous Kichwa community nestled in the dense greenery of the High Amazon. It’s about half an hour from the nearest major town, Tena, which is itself a 5-hour bus ride from Quito. I based myself in Tena last weekend, before heading out to Uchuculin and rural bliss. But let’s back-track a wee bit and get a decent coverage of the whole Ecuador leg so far.

Quito. As briefly alluded to in the previous entry, I had a day in the Ecuadorian capital following a smooth transition from LAX, via Panama. Australians Jim and Jess made for great company that day, and together we scoped out some of the city’s beautiful buildings. I had my first taste of the through-the-floor food prices here when we sat down to a quality three-course meal which cost us $4 each (about £2.30 – and I have since found out that that was one of the pricier options in town). My Quito encounter was brief but extremely pleasant – and I may hopefully have a little time to see some more of it before leaving for Peru next week.

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Tena and Misahuallí. I arrived in Tena last Friday, and was met by Misael, a local man about town of Kichwa descent with whom I had organised my volunteering stint in Uchuculin. I stayed at the volunteer flat on Friday night with the other volunteers – two Argentinians (Stefi and Clara) and French Rachel (Ra-kel). As volunteers are given no work at weekends, the four of us decided to hop on a bus and spend Saturday in Misahuallí, a beautiful, sleepy jungle town down the river. We were greeted by a host of the local trouble-makers: monkeys. A lot of fun to watch bouncing about the main square, but the little sods are infamous for pinching your belongings (which we therefore guarded closely). After a wander around town and a dip in the glittering River Napo, we jumped on a canoe which took us upstream to Shiripuno – the home of the indigenous community of the same name. The village comprises a collection of little huts and sandy pathways, and is surrounded by towering Amazonian vegetation – incredibly pretty and peaceful. It was there that we met a parrot named Nina (which I found out means ‘fire’ in Kichwa) whose behaviour was hilariously cat-like: he flapped down to the floor and obligingly allowed himself to be stroked behind the neck, leaning right down into the pressure and practically purring. The villagers themselves were shy but smiley, and showed us some of their jewellery and natural remedies. Stefi bought some ‘dragon’s blood’ (which is actually tree sap) to alleviate the irritation caused by her numerous insect bites. The day was scorching, the scenery was enchanting and the company was excellent – overall a wonderful introduction to the Amazon.

The Napo at Misahualli

The Napo at Misahualli

Cute but oh so crafty

Cute but oh so crafty

Nina the tarty parrot

Nina the tarty parrot

Laguna Azul. Rachel and I spent a great Sunday afternoon down at the Blue Lagoon, near Uchuculin. For $3 dollars, we entered a paradise of myriad natural swimming holes full of fresh, crystalline water – the perfect antidote to the intense humidity. We were quickly befriended by a group of Ecuadorians, and ended up chatting away over a few drinks on one of the bamboo verandas overlooking the pools. Great chat, great setting, great people. Only downside: the insects went for us as soon as we stepped out of the water and my legs now look like they’re donning a pair of polka-dot leggings (thank gawd for that Anthisan, Sophie Price!)

Perfect swimming spot

Perfect swimming spot

Uchuculin. This is the bit where I run the risk of sounding obnoxiously Gap Yaaaaaah, which I will try to avoid as much as possible. The week here in Uchuculin has been varied, fascinating and incredibly enjoyable. Misael’s brother, Rami, comes to our volunteer house every morning and leads us off to do whatever needs doing during the morning, and we then traipse back for lunch and spend the rest of the day entertaining the kids, cooking, reading and dozing in our hammocks. Jobs have included sowing yucca, beans and corn, gardening in the banana patch and hacking up lots of wood with machetes. The latter has proved the most challenging, I would say. Remember watching Poldark slashing about in those Cornish fields with his scythe, glistening with sweat and looking moodily out at the horizon? Let me tell you: actual manual labour is nowhere near as romantic as all that, and I must admit that a part of me had definitely idealised it. It is bloody HARD WORK. For a few days now, I have watched in awe as Rami and the other lads chop a hefty branch in half in about three blows, then, as I attempt to imitate them, my machete makes little to no dent, I am soon red in the face, my clothes are completely stuck to my body and in about fifty blows I have made pitifully little progress. The feminist in me screams in frustration, then retreats sulking to a corner of my brain to contemplate the annoying reality of man’s superior physical strength. However, said inner feminist has been somewhat comforted by my discovery that technique also plays a sizeable part in the process, and my latest machete-wielding attempts have been much more successful. The progress is most satisfying, and Rami’s Mum now has about a year’s supply of firewood stacked up behind her house. HA.

Don't mess yeah

Don’t mess yeah

Beyond the work and scenery, as ever, the people around me have ensured that my experience of Ecuador has been an absolute delight. Rachel’s departure on Wednesday was a sad event, as we are so like-minded and had so much more to discuss (TBC in France sometime soon I hope!), and Bristolian couple Ben and Michaela have also been great fun to get stuck into the work with! The word gentle keeps resurfacing in my mind when I think of how to describe the Ecuadorians whom I have so far had the pleasure of meeting. I have had so many conversations on buses, at the lagoon, in the community and on the land, which are filled with gentle humour, curiosity and enquiry. People greet each other with a gentle handshake or a gentle squeeze of the shoulder. Rami’s answers to my many questions are always thoughtful, considered and delivered with a gentle, knowing smile. Even the kids, boisterous though they sometimes are, muck about so good-naturedly and, well… so gently! There is a kind of muted vitality that runs through the community here, one that is so quietly respectful of the natural world and protective of its traditions, a vitality that says: “we don’t need to go about declaring our love and pride and passion to the world; we love our lives, and that is enough”. Admittedly, life here is most probably not this idyllic 100% of the time and perhaps does not seem so from other perspectives, but this has been my experience, and I have felt entirely safe, welcome and valued (despite my mad machete skills).

I have never seen kids have SO MUCH FUN in the rain - amazing

I have never seen kids have SO MUCH FUN in the rain – amazing

Will love you and leave you all for now. Coming up: Baños, the return to Quito and then onwards into darkest Peru…

All my love from the edge of the jungle x x x x x

P.s. I have almost finished reading Naomi Klein’s This Changes Everything during my afternoon hammock sessions, and I urge you, nay implore you, to read it. I believe that what I am reading is a game-changer which articulates the climate crisis and its solutions magnificently. Just have a little gander if you can, to please me 😉

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2 comments

  1. mohanzhang · September 23, 2015

    Aside from the biting insects, which I understand is common throughout the equatorial countries and most certainly God’s way of ensuring that no place on Earth is truly perfect for the hedonistic hominid, Ecuador sure sounds like it comes close… I must admit that your use of “gentle” as a descriptor really piqued my curiosity and imagination. Now I really want to visit a place where people aren’t so darned heavy-handed all the time. Sigh.

    Travel on, my friend. I bid thee not perish on the Inca Trail.

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    • kb44689 · September 23, 2015

      Hahaha Ecuador truly is an excellent country, its true! If they could only keep the Yasuni oil in the ground they might stand a chance of keeping it that way… SIGH. Thanks dude – give my best to the chickens!

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