Tourist Sites

I am sitting in a little internet cafe in a surfing town called Montanita. Pete and I had no plans to go on any trips but suddenly, I found out that my old college roommate, Danielle, was coming to Quito for a month. She came along with my other friends from college, Dannee and Matt. I went to Argentina with both Danielle and Dannee, so we have travel experience together. I wasn´t sure what to expect when I heard they were coming in town, but soon after their arrival they asked us to travel with them. Without even having to ask, our boss, Clark, offered to give us the week off for traveling. Thus, what started out as a regular week in Quito, quickly became a road trip adventure through Ecuador. This could not have come at a more opportune time. Pete and I were both experiencing what we like to call the "six month hump" and were feeling a little homesick, and this unexpected visit has seemed to revive us.

After renting a car for the week, we decided to go back to Tod Swanson´s place in the jungle, which we previously went to in July (see our blog). It was great fun, swimming in the Napo river, seeing all kinds of scary bugs, hiking in the rainforest (in pouring rain), tubing down the river, and once again going to the jungle reserve where we saw all kinds of animals. It was great to be in a warm climate again but the best times were had laughing with old friends. From the jungle we travelled south to the beach. Our orginal destination was Montanita, but as fate/luck would have it, they closed the roads due to provincial protests to Montanita and we were forced to stay in a gross, dirty town called Playas for the night. The next morning, determined to make it to Montanita, our Mecca if you will, we took little dirt back roads for 3 hours where we passed villages that may have never seen white people before. It was a grand adventure but when we got within 3 miles of Montanita we found that the roads were blocked again. But by this point there was no stopping us from achieving our destination we took some more back roads, including a very scary muddy downhill to finally get to Montanita. The town is everything we hoped it would be, a beautiful, quant surfing town. Our hostal costs $10 per person and we have ocean front with balconies with hammocks. The weather has been cloudy, but this has not stopped us from surfing until our heart´s content. Tomorrow we return back to Quito and back to work, but I feel revived and I miss our kids (all 45 of them).

There are more stories of this adventure, including meeting local celebrities, and riots but that must be saved for another blog.

Well we actually went to Canoa a month ago but then we got too busy to blog about it. Luckily I journaled the trip down so here is our second trip to the beach from my journal.....

July 8 2007

We are off to Canoa with new friends! Pete and I have made friends with a group of college interns who are here for the summer. It is so much fun to hang out with people our own age who speak English. There are 8 of us total who are going on the trip. We are going to a beach town that is famous for surfing so hopefully we'll be able to get in some good waves.

July 9 2007

Well after an all-night bus trip we arrived at Canoa around 7 am dazed and tired. Canoa is a small town with dirt roads and a laid-back feel to it. After finding a semi-shady hostel and having leisurely breakfast complete with LOTs of coffee we set off to explore Canoa's beaches. The weather was a bit cold but the water was warm and we had fun exploring the beach, climbing on rocks and collecting sea shells. Later after lunch we rented surf boards and boggie boards, but I guess this isn't the season for good surf because it was pretty tame. The boys still had a good time trying to surf (with Pete helping to teach them). We enjoyed a delicious dinner of lobster for only $10! After dinner we tried to stay up and hang out at this local pub which was really neat but in the end we all went to bed around 9:45 exhausted from the lack of sleep the previous night.

July 10 2007

Well it was pretty cold and cloudy this morning so after breakfast we decided to play soccer on the beach barefoot. We had a great time until I ran into our friend Ryan's shin with my toe and my big toe was bent back all the way. It hurt SO badly but I tried to be brave and said I'd take 5. Five minutes later however it was hurting worse than ever and I was biting my lips to keep from sobbing. When Pete and the others came to check on me a half an hour later I was crying and my toe had swollen to twice its normal size. Pete gave me a piggy back ride to our hotel (which hurt really bad too to have my foot being jostled around) where we ran into the hotel owner. He looked at my foot and was immediately concerned and said I should go visit the town doctor. I decided this was a probably a good idea so that I could get some pain medicine or something so Pete and the hotel owner took turns giving me a piggy back ride to the "doctor's office." I felt ridiculous being carried by a 50-something Ecuadorian through the dusty street of Canoa, not to mention that people kept coming out of their houses to look at us but he wouldn't let me walk. The doctor's office turned out to be a cinderblock house and an old lady came out. She turned out to be the "doctor," except she wasn't a doctor at all, more like the town midwife. This naturally made me apprehensive but she assured me that she knew what she was doing.

When we got into the sparely decorated house, five children popped up out of no where and gathered around to watch their grandmother (I'm assuming) examine my toe. After gently poking it, she took out some Vaseline and proceeded to rub my foot down. This might have felt comforting had it not been for the fact that my foot was still caked with sand and so it hurt quite a lot to have someone rubbing sand into your foot. Then, without warning, she took my injured big toe and yanked it. I couldn't help it. I screamed bloody murder. She was trying to explain to me that she was trying to put it back into place but I told her, "No thank you I am done here and I will go to a real doctor." All this time it seemed like more and more kids showed up at the house. I was being scrutinized by about 10 little kids now who were laughing as I was crying. The lady told me that "oh the doctors will only give you pills for the pain. That’s all they do." Well right now that sounded pretty good so we paid the lady $5 for injuring me further and left, Pete carrying me all the way to the hostel. Now, as I said before, the hostel was semi-shady, not one of the nicest I've ever stayed in but it felt like home when we arrived. Pete had actually brought some of his pain meds that his orthodontist prescribed for his mouth pain and that seemed to do the trick. I was sad that I was out of commission for the rest of the trip but it felt good to sleep.

August 9 2007

My toe is almost completely healed up now. I saw the orphanage's doctor when we got back to Quito who said that I had severely sprained it but it was not broken. So for the past month I have been deprived of running which I really missed and this is my first week back to normal work out routine.
-Tesha

After spending the night in the subwoofer and then the next morning walking around Atacames, declining a myriad of "cheap priced" gadgets, we decided to head to the more peaceful town, Same (pronounced 'Sah-May'). Atatacems is a really nice beach, with a nice beach break for surfing (much like north Zuma Beach, if you know it, except the waves stay open longer), but we were ready for some relaxation.
Along the beach towns, guys drive bike taxis where there is a chariot cart for two riders attached to the front of beach cruiser bike. Some of the guys have gotten smart and replaced their bicycle with a motorcycle, using the money they save in buying water bottles to pay off the motorcycle. Since Same is only about 6 miles from Atacames we found a motorcycle-taxi-cart guy who was willing to take us there for five bucks. It lightly drizzled most of the ride and then most of the day, but we didn't really care because it's so humid any way that you can hardly feel a difference in the air.
After another hotel finding adventure in which we decided to spend a little extra on a nicer hotel and then changed our minds since everything in the nicer hotel was broken, we ended up landing at the first hotel that we had looked at an hour earlier. The owners of this small hotel, "Casa De Amigos" were so nice that we decided we would have a better time with them then we would with unfriendly people in a "luxury" hotel with good air conditioning and a big bathroom. Choosing Casa De Amigos would end up being the highlight of my trip.
Same is a very laid back beach town. Take away the ocean, sand, beach huts and old fashioned canoes, and the attitude that you sense from all of the locals will still relax you. We love the restaurant that is right next door to our hotel, so we went there for practically every meal. It's beach front - of course the town is so small that everything is on the beach. The same guy who sat us would take our order and then turn on everything in the kitchen before calling his wife or sister to do the cooking. The menus are really just to give you an idea of the type of food they serve; what really happens is that you ask the owner/waiter/co-chef what he recommends that day, because that is what they just brought in off the boat. One night the waiter recommended a delicious seafood assortment plate that would have gone for at least $25 in The States - we paid $7.20 and that included tax and tip. I drank the sauce it came in like it was soup when we were done. Seafood is so abundant in these coast towns that they serve shrimp and clams as side dishes with every meal.
So back to the hotel owned by the really nice people. It was a pretty quiet weekend and the owners are doing some painting, so we were the only short term guests. The owners, 3 Germans - Gabriela, Rudy, and Michael - invited us to eat dinner with them our first night. I was a little skeptical about how nice they were at first (maybe they were going to poisen us and steal our camera or something), but soon I realized that they just enjoy life and their new hotel project so much that it gave them pleasure to make sure that we had a great time. The next day Rudy offered us use of just about everything he could think of, mostly the boogey boards and goggles, but even his washing machine. If his motorcycles would have been ready to run, he would have let us take those for a spin too. The owners have been living all over the world operating ranches and fun adventures, so we're looking forward to later in the summer when they get everything up and running. They're even planning on buying a catamaran to do sailing trips to the Galapagos islands, so hopefully I can get in on that for a trip as some sort of workhand or something. If you're reading this and planning on going to the beach in Ecuador, let me know and I'll put you in contact with the Casa De Amigos owners.
It was cool to ride through all the different areas of Ecuador on the bus - the mountains, rainforest with waterfalls, jungle, river valley and coast. We saw the super 3rd world side of Ecuador: communities of families living in huts near the river with no electricity, running water or glass windows.
Even on the coast no one seems to have hot water, but you wouldn't want to take a hot shower anyway because, even with cool water, by the time you finish drying off, you feel wet again from the humidity.
-Pete