Globalization Remix

So today's entry is going to be about Globalization. Why? Because it can be.

What is Globalization? Some say it's a recent phenomenon that consists of the spread of information and technology throughout the world, along with liberal democracy and liberal economics. Other's say it's the continuation of a preexisting phenomenon in which liberal politics is spreading across the world. But most importantly it's the spread of liberal everything throughout the world. Whether it's new or old doesn't matter.

Why am I talking about Globalization in this entry? Firstly, because I'm taking a class on it. Secondly, it keeps cropping up in everything I do. Thirdly, I wouldn't be in Ecuador without it. Fourthly, I wouldn't be talking to you all without it. Fifthy, I have a love-hate relationships with it.

Why do I love and hate Globalization? Well, the internet and technology exist in wonderful Ecuador because of it. But, liberal economics are killing thousands. I can keep in touch with the friends I've made here without much trouble. But, my friend Jorge's mom can't make ends-meet because of Globalization.


I had a debate with Jorge about Globalization the other day, and he actually really surprised me. He, personally, loves Globalization. His major is computer engineering, or something, so I guess that makes sense. But his mom's a farmer. As a farmer, she is doing a lot of manual labor. And her goods can't compete on this global market we live in. His family is poor. His dad is blind and doesn't work. His mother is old and has trouble working. But Jorge, the jewel of his family, is the only one to get an education, and he probably sees Globalization as hope. Hope for him, hope for his future, hope for making his life and that of his family a better place.

Meanwhile, he turns to me and says, "What do you think of Globalization? Do you like it?" And I'm sitting there thinking to myself, "How can you love it so much?" I told him that there are good things about Globalization, but I think the downfalls of it are much worse. I told him that in Globalization, there are always people who win, and always people who lose, and that I don't think that's fair. We got cut short because we both had class, but it was interesting. Only when thinking about it afterwards did I realize that for me, who's well off and lives a very comfortable life in the U.S., for me, who's one of the winners of the Globalization game, I can take the opportunity to think about it and realize the problems with the system. For Jorge, who comes from a family that has lost the Globalization game, he sees it as his chance. To put it simply, it's almost like Globalization has spread the American dream all over the world.

But it makes me so sad, because for so many that dream is a nightmare. For Jorge, who is working harder than anyone I know to make his life better, it's a dream, and one he can achieve. But he's lucky. He was lucky to be born smart and ambitions. He was lucky in that he has the grades to go to the top college in Ecuador completely on scholarship. He was lucky. And Maybe Globalization will let him win. That's the way it should be. And maybe I can help him, teach him English. Help him get there. He amazes me. I'm here to have fun. The classes seem easy. For him, he's here to make his life so much better. It makes me feel like there has to be something I can do. Something to help.

Least of all, I suppose, I can just tell his story. I want to make a documentary about him. And all the other indigenous students who go here, and come from that losing side. To see them through my lens...and show who they are, what they're here for.

Anyway, that's why we're talking about Globalization. Because we need to get it, and we need to help. We're the winners. I bet everyone who's reading this is. And what did we do to get there? What have we done? We need to ask ourselves, do we deserve it? And if not, let's work for it. We're lucky. But we should be making a difference with the opportunity we were given.

And that's it. All I wanted to say. I wanted to talk about how we watched Fog of War last night for Globalization class, and I wanted to say how much it made me want to make a documentary. But for some reason, all this was much more important to say.

Viaje a Esmereldas, Part 1

Hola a todos!

This weekend, we went on our second Kalamazoo-sponsored trip to Esmereldas--a province in the north of Ecuador. The story is that during the slave trade, a trip carrying a number of soon-to-be slaves from Africa sunk the shore of Ecuador. The Africans that survived created a community in Esmereledas. It is known for this, and more recently, for the large number of futbol players the province has produced. Anyway, we were to take a trip there to see how the people lived, as well as see the ecosystem of the coast of Ecuador.

First and foremost, I must say that it is quite a long trip. We boarded the bus bright and early on Friday at 7:00AM. It was a vacation day, celebrating the independence of Guayaquil, a city in the south of Ecuador, so we didn't have class. We were on the bus for something like eight or nine hours, with only a break for lunch. As we inched closer and closer to Esmereldas, you could literally feel the change in the air. We went from high altitude, almost 10,000ft to sea level. One of the wonderful things about Quito is that it's easy to forget you're on the equator because it's not that hot here. We're high enough up that the weather stays around 60s or 70s. But the coast--you do know you're on the equator. About halfway through the trip, the bus got really hot and the air felt really thick--not only because of the humidity, but also because there is literally more oxygen in the air lower down. You could really feel the difference.

Anyway, about halfway through, we stopped for lunch. All of us were exhausted, and a lot of the K students had gone partying the night before, so almost everyone slept the whole way (except for me and Phoung, who both listened to music and just stared out the window...I hate sleeping on buses). When everyone woke up for lunch, we were pretty much starving. At lunch, though we were at what was probably a superb seafood restaurant (oh coast! How I wish chicken was from the sea!) I didn't eat any meat. In case anyone was curious, I've pretty much gone completely vegetarian here. Which is sorta too bad. But I've always had trouble eating meat. And most of the meat here, I've found, is very fatty or seafood. So I basically am vegetarian. I'm probably eating healthier than every before. But anyway, the exciting thing from lunch is that Matt convinced me to try some of his mystery meat. We'd determined earlier that it had to have been some sort of intestine. He said, "You have to try it just to say you tried it." And that was enough to convince me. I tried it. It wasn't very good, but it had a hot-dogish taste. Which I guess makes a boatload of sense.

Anyway, then we were back on the road. I actually have always loved bus rides. They give you the chance to zone out and think. Also, looking at it from a writer's point of view, you get these incredible glimpses into the lives of strangers when you're driving through their town. You see people cutting at fields with machetes. You see old, fat men lounging in a chair in a cafe. You see little children racing one another, or playing futbol. It's incredible. There's so much there that you can pull from. There's so much there that you wouldn't see otherwise. I love it.

We finally arrived in Esmereldas around 4 or 5 in the afternoon. We were supposed to get their earlier. But apparently traffic was really bad. After a series of breaks at gas stations to "hacer pee pee" as they say here (literally translated, that means to do/make pee pee, by the way), and our hour long stop for lunch, we were pretty exhausted. We get off the bus, and our tour guide (Sharon, a nice Ecuadorian woman who brought her daughter Tania with her on our trip) told us to get our stuff ready, but leave it on the bus. We were going to take pick-ups to the reserve. So we waited for a sec, and then her come these two trucks. And we all hop in.

I was sitting in the front seat of one, next to Andres, the man who ran the reserve we were going to. First thing he did when I sat down was come around to my side of the car and set a cardboard box on my lap. A cardboard box that was chirping. Sure enough, I was holding a cardboard box full of live chicks! Imagine my delight! I was cooing over how cute they were, and Andres got into his seat, turns to me and goes, "Comida." ("Food.") I was so sad for the chicks! I was like "No! Not Comida!" And Andres said, "Well, in a few months!" Oh jeeze. Reason I'm now a vegetarian number 1 and 2.

So, we rode down this incredibly bumpy, muddy road, the chicks chirping the whole way, and Andres chattering on in Spanish, asking us questions, before we pulled into the driveway of Reserva Biomarina Jantu Sancha. There are these reserves all over Ecuador, mostly on privately owned land. It was kind of like going to camp. Andres showed us to our rooms, and we all explored the reserve a little. We had bunk beds in secure rooms (coastal regions are malarial regions) and our own bathrooms that looked a little grungy. The air was think and moist, and we were all set to head out to wherever we were going next. Our stuff arrived soon after us (it came separately in its own, chicken-less truck) and we unpacked a little and hung out before our first meeting.

We soon learned that everything we'd had planned for that evening had been canceled because we arrived so late, so instead we all DEET-ed up and sat around until dinner. That was the time in which we just admired how quiet it was and how wonderful it was to just get out of the city. The reserve had three dogs, a variety of chickens, and a pig. We just sort of hang out and pet the dogs, and chatted. Me, Michelle, Elana, and Lauren decided to take a walk out around the reserve, and so we took off with our flashlights down this little path. It was really nice. Muddy, but nice.

Dinner was good. Fish, of course. I avoided it like the plague, but ate everything esle. We ate by candle light--apparently the lights go out every night for a while. And then we decided we were tired enough to go to sleep. We had to be up really early the next morning, so we all retired to our rooms. It took us a while to settle in, and people took turns taking showers. I shared my room with Lauren, Phuong, and Melissa. We were all just so happy to have beds (no matter how uncomfortable they were) and preapred ourselves for the next morning. End of Day 1.

I think that's all for now. More tomorrow when I have more time!

Ayer

Yesterday (ayer) I went with my host family to go meet my new prima (cousin). My madre's sister had a baby this past week, and I finally had the time to go meet her. So, we left the house around 1, and headed to the bus station to take the Ecovia (bus line) to the South of Quito. It was a little rainy, and cold, but we were fine on the bus. We had to switch buses once, and take a cab. About two hours later (because of some waiting) we arrived at my madre's sister's house.

It was nice just to meet everyone. I met Marcia's aunt and uncle, as well as her sister and brother-in-law. They have another little boy (who by the way, is in love with my host sister...he even cut out his head from a picture and glued it over my host sister's boyfriend's face in a picture of the two of them. SO CUTE!), and they're all really nice. My abuelita was there too, and since I love her so so much, it was great to see her.

First we visited the baby. Her name is Alanis. And she was just the cutest little thing. She's less than a week old, and pretty much slept the entire time we were there. Then we just kind of hung out and ate some lunch. Afterwards, Anita and Marcia's sister retreated to give the baby a bath. Alanis promptly feel asleep again after the bath. But seriously, she was so cute!

I think Ecuadorian babies are just beautiful. My mom countered this by saying "All babies are beautiful!" But I think that Ecuadorian babies are particularly adorable. I mean, you should just see them! And the toddlers, running around the bus station, wearing silly hats. They're just so cute. Oh my gosh.

So anyway, that was pretty much yesterday. We returned home (another hour bus ride) and me and Anita did homework. Overall, it was a nice Sunday with the family. I love spending time with them. Anita and I are talking more, which is nice. I don't really get to see her that often. But when I do, I'm glad to be able to talk.

Anyway I hope everyone is well. Yay for Ecuadorian babies!

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This Past Week

This past week was a pretty crazy and busy week. It started with me having tons of homework for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, all of which I had put off until then (including a paper that was due Wednesday. Ay!). But Wednesday at 1:00pm I was pretty much done with all of it, though it wasn't fun, and as normal, when I get stressed, I also get homesick. But everything worked out.

Also, I figured out what I'm going to do for my ICRP. We have to do an Integrative Cultural Research Project while we're here, which is why we're staying until February instead of just December (when the semester ends). Basically, we have to write a huge paper in Spanish at the end of this whole experience about some sort of cultural aspect of Ecuador. But we have to volunteer with some organization for the next four months. I was having trouble finding an organization (I'll spare you all the details of my troubles) and was really frustrated. We had to know by yesterday where we wanted to work, and I was quickly finding out that I couldn't work at any school because of my schedule with classes. We have to start volunteering right away, and I totally don't have time in my schedule to get back to Quito after classes before a lot of organizations close.

Finally, I talked to this guy Kleber who runs a program at USFQ for indigenous students who come to the University on scholarship. He has a Conversation Club where he pairs these students with international students so the international students can practice their Spanish and the indigenous students can practice their English. Basically, I'm going to be helping him with the club and tutoring other students in whatever they need help in. I'm only allowed to speak English 25% of the time for my ICRP, so I can't just teach people English. But I am working with this one guy, Jorge, who is from an indigenous town north of Quito. He really doesn't know a lot of English, so when we met yesterday we talked almost completely in Spanish (good for me. Started my day off with more Spanish than I'm normally used to). He's actually a really great guy, and has already invited me to his Pueblo to visit his family. Plus, all three of his brothers live on the Galapagos, and he was inviting me to travel with him to see them. He's just really nice. Plus, he taught me a little Quechua! I don't remember it, but it was pretty cool. I think I'll ask him to teach me more.

So what else happened? Hmm...my madre's sister had a baby! I haven't gotten to go see her yet, but it is pretty exciting. Because of that, my abuelita was around this week, too. And she's just so sweet. Plus, it was my madre's boyfriend Jorge's (I know a lot of Jorges here...) birthday. We had a really good conversation at dinner on Thursday with the whole family (because we were celebrating, and Jorge likes to ask me tons of questions in English and Spanish). It was nice.

Last night I went out with Alison, Thom, Peter, Katie and my good friend Karla (she's one of the Ecuadorians that was at K last year) to Karla's sister Lu's friend's house. Ha. Long chain of relation there. But it was nice. We just sort of hung out and made pizzas, and the girl's house (Belen's) was beautiful. I feel like I'm making more Ecuafriends. I hope so. Although I didn't really know anyome last night at Belen's and we didn't really get introduced, it was still nice to be sitting in a group of people and talking (though we did a lot of Gringo Ghetto English speaking in our own group...). It's nice to feel like I can have conversations in Spanish, which is how I felt last night with everyone and with my Conversation Club partner Jorge in the morning. It makes me less scared of speaking.

So yeah. That was my week. I'm going to get a group together sometime today or tomorrow to go to Quicentro (a mall here that we frequent) to go bowling. Apparently it's only $2 a lane, and $1 for shoes! YAY!

Hope everyone is well!

Long Awaited Pictures from Otavalo!

Okay, so there isn't a lot here because my camera battery died halfway through and I didn't know when to and when not to take my camera off the bus. I'm eventually going to steal pictures from Alison.




Speaking of whom, this is Alison. Making a very funny face.












This is Tio Dan. He was trying to look creepy because he's the creepy Uncle. He's technically the host Uncle of another K student, Peter. So we like to joke about it.
















This is another picture from the route to school that I thought was neat. Most walls have glass on top of them to keep people out. This one apparently doesn't. Still, pretty.









Another bus picture I thought was cool. This sign says something about caring about your life, or guarding it, or something. Basically, it's saying be careful. I like that with the ominous sky in the distance.






This is at our first stop at the weaver's place in Agato. This woman was demonstrating how to spin thread from the sheep's wool. Kinda cool.










Here are our dear Cuy friends. Cuy, or Guinea Pigs, are eaten here as a delicacy. It's an indigenous tradition, I guess. I think these were for eating. I didn't ask because I didn't want to know.









I took this picture of a chicken just for my Dad. He really wants chickens. I always go nuts when I see them! And there are two or three that live up the road from me at home that I never see, only hear. So here's a chicken!








This is me that night in the hat I bought from the weavers in Agato. Pretty sweet, right? I know, I look psychotic. But I think I took it myself. And I was really excited about my hat!







Next Day!




This is the view from behind our Hostal. Quite a view. It made me so exhilarated to be where I was! It was incredible!










This is much much later that day at Cuicocha. Which is also where I went this past weekend. It was much much sunnier on this day, so these pictures are better. Plus I video taped this past weekend. Maybe I'll figure out how to get it on my computer and can show you!






Part of the trip was taking a boat out to see the two domes in the middle of the lake. It's a volcanic crater filled with water. And now I know who the dome you can see behind these two formed, but that's another post. This is Elana and Thom. Both are great and wonderful. YAY!







This is Alison and Katie standing/sitting on the wall at Cuicocha. Just hanging out and having fun.

















Mostly I love this picture because of Dan's face. Plus, you get a great view and can see almost all my friends. From left to right, Alison, Peter, Gabrie (an Ecuadorian who was at K last year and came with us on this trip), Thom, and Dan.





So that's that! This took forever to put these up here. But I'll do it again with more pictures another time. Not from Otavalo though. I'm done with Otavalo posts for awhile. Right now I'm procrastinating from writing a paper due in two days. But I better start now.

Hope everyone's well.

Las Sueñas no Cuesta Nada

I had a fantastic conversation with my madre yesterday. She invited me out for dinner, as usual, and we sat down and ate. First we were talking about the food and the tea (I drink a lot of tea here. It's a nightly thing. And I rather like it.). The tea we had last night was something that's great for diabetics called Stevia. Apparently it is a natural tea that lowers the sugar in your blood. It was really sweet, but a little bitter too.

Anyway, we were talking about the food and watching our Telenovela ¨Cobras y Lagartos¨ (translated: Cobras and Lizards. Un titulo buenisimo, for sure), when Marcia started to ask me about my playwriting. She'd taken interest before and asked me how I went about writing a play, and she asked me again last night. She also asked if I started with a bigger idea. Like, if it was about why the characters were doing the things they were doing. I went into an explaination about how a lot of things happened at once when writing a play. You may start witha theme, or the characters, or only the characters' voices, or a big idea, or whatever. But eventually all of that converges into a piece. And it just flows naturally. I was explaining this in my Spanish and she said that she understood (and I was proud of myself for getting that across in Spanish). Then she said she'd asked because she had dreams once (before she was married, ¨cuando era soltera¨) of putting the happenings of her life into a play. She explained that so many peopole are egotistic and think that things that happen to them only happen to them. And she said she felt like she had a lot to share and that a lot of people would be able to relate. She told me she just didn't know how to write a play, and that's why she was asking.

We continued talking about it and she went on to say that people don't appreicate enough the world around them. She said that at work she wanted to give a motivational speech to her coworkers about loving what they do and doing what they love. She explained to me that every day she goes to work and thanks God she has a job. She keeps cheery because she things that she can maybe brighten someones day by saying ¨te vayas muy bien¨ which is roughly translated to ¨I hope you have a good day.¨ She answers phones for a living and wishes everyone she talks to a good day. She told me that every day she wakes up and thanks God for being here doing what she's doing, and that she thinks that everyone should think that way and be thankful for it all.

When we were still talking about plays she kept saying ¨Sueñas no cuesta nada!¨ which means ¨Dreams don't cost anything.¨ She thinks that people need to dream and need to have the ¨voluntad¨ or will to do things. And she thinks that will make everyone live happier.

I added that everyday I tell myself how lucky I am to be here in Quito, where I can see the beautiful mountains and experience a beautiful culture. I told her I had tons of dreams, and though I don't know which will be reality, we agreed that I had a lot of time to make them real. It was just a really inspiring and really happy discussion. And I feel a real connection with Marcia right now.

I had spent the whole evening before I went to dinner writing out my goals and sayings to remember while I'm here. My ways to ¨be my own guru¨ (which is something I stole from a horoscope my mom sent me my first few weeks here). They include things like, ¨Open the curtains everday,¨ or ¨Live in the NOW. Stop worrying about the future or regretting the past.¨ Just things I need to remind myself of when I get down or homesick. And I'd written it all out all pretty. On the back, I wrote in Spanish that I needed to have the will, that dreams don't cost a thing, and to remember what Marcia said.

And it has made me feel better. And it will make me feel better over and over again for the next six months, I'm sure. I'm proud that Marcia is my madre. She's just so loving and so sweet, and she really wants me to be happy. I've learned a lot about her through our dinners together, and I love her dearly already.

Update on my Cuicocha trip will be up on Monday. Right now, I need to go hang with my Abuelita, Marcia's mom, who's here so she can vote in the elections tomorrow. If I haven't said it yet, Ecuador is rewriting it's constitution. And because of that, there are literally about 1000 people running for the constitutional assembly. It's really interesting. As a side note, voting in Ecuador is mandatory, and therefore they impose the ley seca, whcih forbids anyone from drinking for a the three days before and three days after the election. Even Americans can get thrown in jail for being found drunk. Therefore, this weekend is reasonably quiter for everyone. Although house parties still rage with the alcohol flowing. That's a whole other story.

So, more on Monday! Maybe some pictures too!

ON TOP OF THE WORLD (for a little while, at least): Pichincha and Papallacta!

This past weekend, I took two of trips in one day for my Volcanology class. We went to Pichincha in the morning, and Papallacta in the afternoon. The Pichincha trip left at 3:30AM. I’m not exactly sure why except that we got to watch the sunrise from the top of the mountain/volcano. Pichincha is the mountain range/volcano that I can see out my window, just in case you were curious.

On Friday night I ended up sleeping at the house of my friend Lauren. Almost all of the Kalamazoo students who came down with me are in Volcanology, so we tend to go on these trips together. This time, Lauren, Phuong, Matt and I decided to spend the night at Lauren’s on her floor. She lives really close to where we were leaving from, so it made it easier for all of us (otherwise we’d have to take a cab at 3:00AM!). So we got up at 3:00 and walked with all our stuff down to the parking lot of the Mexican Embassy, from which we were leaving. We got there and were split up into 4X4s to be driven up the mountain. We probably left around 3:45, and started off through Quito to steep climb up Pichincha.

We drove for about an hour before we were at the base of the side of the mountain we were going up. And then the crazy, bumpy, curvy climb began. We were driving on this super narrow, curvy, pot-holey road that was slowly curving us around the mountain. Sometimes it was really steep. Sometimes it took really abrupt turns that were very very frightening. But we were in a long line of cars (there were about 60 of us on the trip) so it was easy to see where we needed to go.

Though this part of the trip was terrifying, because it was dark and you felt like you could drive off a cliff at any moment, it was also one of the most beautiful parts of the trip. I was in the front seat, and I could see out my window so many stars. Living in the city, you can almost never see stars, and I’ve missed them. But here we were driving up this crazy road, and I could see so many stars I could burst. Occasionally we’d turn and be facing the city again. It, of course, was all lit up. It was this strange duplicity of things. Here I was looking at the twinkling stars, and back at the twinkling lights of the city. Manmade stars, almost. With streetlights configuring them into manmade constellations. And I could see Orion in the sky, and so much. It was incredible. And though I was exhausted, I was so happy to be where I was at that moment.

Once we reached the end of the road, which really was where the cars couldn’t drive anymore, we got out and began to hike up the mountain. It was still dark, and it was absolutely freezing. We had been warned, though. I was wearing three layers and my down vest, along with the hat I bought a few weeks ago from the weavers in Agato (boy was that a useful buy!). And I was pretty warm. I made the mistake of not leaving my backpack in the car like a lot of other people did. I didn’t know that we could. So I also had all my stuff with me. It was okay, though. Then we started the hike.

I was walking with Lauren and Matt in the beginning, but because of the altitude, I was having a hard time breathing. I knew it was going to happen, so I told Lauren and Matt I was going to rest and stopped for a bit. I don’t think they heard me. But I kept walking, then stopping to rest until I was one of the last few people still walking. At one point, I started to feel really light headed from the altitude and decided to stop and sit. At this point, my throat was also raw from the dryness of the air. So I sat down in the ash on top of the volcano and rested until I regained some measure of breathe-ability, and then continued climbing. At one point some Ecuadorians were walking with me. When I stopped again after a little while, they told me that it was much much further and that if I wasn’t doing well, I should just stop and wait for them to come back there. Because I was feeling light-headed I agreed, especially since I thought where we were headed was really far away. For a while, I felt defeated. I felt like I gave up. So I’d get up and try again. I did that a few times, but then I couldn’t get up without coughing a lot, and I decided just to sit and wait. I didn’t even know where we were going. Everyone else had already cleared the top of the peak nearest to me, and I didn’t know where they went after that, since it was still dark. So I sat and waited.

I’m actually really glad I did. I ended up sitting on the side of Pichincha and watching the sunrise by myself. If I had gone up to the peak with everyone else, I would’ve had to listen to people talk about rocks, and would have had to wade through people to get a clear view of the sunrise. But it was incredible. First, clouds started to move in (half the reason I didn’t try to walk any more was because there were clouds surrounding me and I couldn’t see that far ahead). Then the sun started to come up. Against the mountain back drop, and through these clouds that kept moving around the mountain, where we were became clear, and it was absolutely gorgeous. I have many many pictures from this time. I think I got the sunrise in every stage. Even when the sun just started to break through the clouds. It was incredible. And I was just happy to be there. Happy to be able to see that sunrise over Pichincha.

Once the sun came up, I heard voices and looked to my right, and everyone else was, comparatively, really close to where I was. I’m sure that if I had known how much further I had to go, I would’ve been fine making it there. It just would’ve taken me awhile. I started to feel ashamed again as everyone was coming down, and the elation I had felt being on top of the mountain started to dissipate. I started to come back down and reached where the cars were, and everyone kept asking me if I was alright. I wanted to say that of course I was. I got to watch this incredible sunrise and I was happy when I was up there. It was just the altitude. And if I had been able to see where we were going, I would’ve made it. But I just felt ashamed at not having made it. Lauren, Matt and Phuong told me that I didn’t miss much. That all they were doing up there was freezing their butts off and climbing up to a very dangerous point, which together was not a good mix. But I still felt bad. Matt and Phuong made me feel better after a while though, so I came down from Pichincha as happy as when I was up there.

On the trip down on that scary scary road, I realized how good a driver the guy driving our 4X4 was. It was scarier in the daylight because we could see every cliff and every drop off. But it was still incredible. We could see the make up of the land. And all the animals climbing all over the place. There were cows that I swear were standing on what looked like a vertical, tree-covered cliff across a valley. It looked like they had been placed there as though in a model. It was incredible. And there were horses walking around on the mountain, too. It was pretty crazy. I’m pretty sure that there are groups of farmers that use the land for their animals. We saw a lot of people on the way back herding animals up the same road we were going down on. It was pretty incredible to think that people use this treacherous path every day.

Just after we’d gotten down the mountain and reached the normal road, tragedy struck. In our caravan there were tons of cars. We had just started driving through this small indigenous town when we saw one of the cars in our caravan smashed into a post. There were villagers running towards the site of the accident and a swarm of them around the accident. Most of the villagers were yelling and gesturing angrily. We were all just trying to figure out what happened. “Que pasó?” I asked the driver. He told me he didn’t know. We continued a little further down the road and then pulled off to the side with the rest of the cars in the caravan. Word was quickly passed up the line that the driver had tried to swerve from hitting a woman, but had hit her and then hit the pole. A lot of the students had gotten out of their cars to try to see what happened (no one in my car), when suddenly the villagers, who were obviously very angry, started hitting the driver and one of the leaders of our group. The cops had showed up only a little before then, but apparently that didn’t deter anyone. The villagers had apparently pulled out machetes and were running towards the fight. Needless to say, all the students started running back into their cars. Matt was nearby when it happened, and he just ran. He was in the car behind mine. An Ecuadorian just jumped into our car even though we were full. He was so scared. Apparently, the villagers beat up the driver of the car that hit the woman.

After that happened, the cops were forcing us to stay there. I was really upset about the whole thing. I didn’t know what to think about it. I prayed a lot. And just sat in my car. Eventually we all started to get restless and got out to walk around. But the cops had blocked off the road and weren’t letting any of us leave. One of the leaders of the trip was on the phone nearby, talking to other police, I think, trying to get them to let us through. He was explaining that there were sixty or so students trying to leave the town and that they weren’t letting us. I was listening to this guy try to negotiate our way out and wondering where the hell the ambulance was. We were probably there for an hour or an hour and a half, maybe even longer, and that whole time, no ambulance came. I was so mad. I don’t think the woman would’ve died if the ambulance had showed up. In fact, we’re not even sure if the woman died.

Eventually, we were allowed to leave. So we all pulled out of the street and started to find out way to the road. My car was leading the way because the other car that had been leading us was just taking us in circles. We got the road, only to find another group of villagers blocking our way, along with a roadblock on the road. The villagers were walking around saying things like, “they’re companions of the driver who killed so-and-so. No one should be allowed to leave after they’ve killed someone.” ect. That’s just my rough translation of what I thought I heard. It’s possible that they were saying something else. But it made me really upset that the woman had died. And it made me feel really bad for being on the trip. On top of that, I was exhausted already, and I had a headache, and frankly had to use the bathroom. I just didn’t know what to do with myself. The other two Americans in my car were acting very immature about it all. They kept saying things like, “killing someone isn’t cool.” and one of the girls sent a text message from her phone to one of her friends and said she was hoping her friend would ask questions. It was really inappropriate.

When we were finally allowed to go, we drove straight to Quito. Most of the people on my trip were going to Papallacta, myself included. We were supposed to get back to Quito around 8:30 so we could eat breakfast and board the bus. Unfortunately, we didn’t get back until 9:30 when the bus was supposed to leave. I went crazy trying to find a bathroom because I knew I wouldn’t get to use one again until I returned to Quito later in the day. I didn’t want the bus to leave without me, though, and I was already so upset about the car accident. It was just a bad mixture of things. I found a bathroom, and made it to the bus before it left. I apparently had missed our professor, Theo, who had showed up for the trip and explained what happened to when people died in car accidents, but had said that woman hadn’t died. He hadn’t been on the trip, so we weren’t sure who to believe. All the students who had been there thought the woman had died. The driver was in jail, and Theo quickly took off to go figure things out, though he was supposed to be on the trip with us.

And then we left for Papallacta. This whole trip was pretty terrible because Theo didn’t come with us. The two other professors who went along, I felt, didn’t know what they were doing. We stopped at various places and talk about a few things, but mostly we just walked a lot through mud to see stuff we could’ve seen by the road. Our final stop of the day was this river/mountainside in which we literally climbed up to the mountainside through a ton of mud. My shoes were absolutely covered. And once we reached the top, we didn’t know why we were even there. It was like “let’s climb this big wall of mud and oh look, there’s some rocks.” There was no point in it. It was kind of fun, except I was so worried about my shoes. I had bought hiking shoes just for Ecuador and I didn’t want to ruin them because of some pointless trip. But it was at least a little fun. We had to cross this crazy wooden-plank bridge to get there, too. Just like the woodenly bridges you see in the movies. I was terrified. The river below was raging with rapids. I was quite freaked out. Once we got out, there was a woman who was selling Empanadas on a stand by the road. Twenty-five cents. It was the only food I’d had all day other than some muffins I had brought with me. I thought I was going to get breakfast at least, but because of the accident, I didn’t. It was about 4:00PM by the time I ate the empanadas. Talk about a long day without food.

At the end of all this, one of the buses was supposed to stay in Papallacta to go to the hot springs there. Me and all my friends on the trip were really excited about it. Especially after such a long and terrible day. If Theo had come with us, we were sure it would’ve been more interesting and informative, but it was pretty much pointless. So we were exhausted and just ready to relax. Unfortunately, only eighteen people wanted to go. There were eighty of us on the trip, and unless we got thirty five people to stay in Papallacta for the hot springs, not everyone would have a seat on the bus. So of course, even that hope was ruined.

I got home, showered, ate, and went to bed, I was so exhausted. The day was emotionally and physically exhausting. And though there were parts of it that were fun, I hate to admit that by the end of it, I resented the fact that I even went. Maybe if I had only done Pichincha, I’d have been happy. But Papallacta was just terribly exhausting and pointless. I didn’t learn a thing. And I didn’t get my hotsprings.

Overall, it was frustrating. On Monday and Tuesday of this week we learned that the guy’s breaks had stopped working because his car was overheated. And We also learned that the woman did die. The driver, who was my professor’s aide, and a student at USFQ, went to jail, and I think he was in the hospital too. It was just a really sad experience. They’ve cancelled all the remaining trips to Pichincha because of it.

This weekend I’m going to Cuicocha with the class. I’ve already been there (part of the Otavalo trip. The bit I didn’t talk about) so expect a report on that later this week.

Hope everyone is well! More boring posts to be made soon!