Eye Trip: April 2010

Amidst the Dark Ages of my blog (i.e. 2009) where I posted a whopping 3 entries the entire year, my family made their way down from NY for a two-week Ecuadorian visit. And now thinking back, I realized that I never posted any pictures for all you Eye Trip readers out there (there must be at least 3 or 4 of you!). So here's installment #1. We spent 5 days on a cruise around some of the Galapagos Islands, braving the buffet breakfasts and white-glove dinner service of the high seas, and saw some incredible sights. The pictures below are from the first day and half or so of the cruise. You'll have to wait for next week's post for the pics of all the cute and not-so-cute creatures that roam the islands! Enjoy.

Lounging Sea Lions

Mom, Sis, and I on the ship
(which we almost missed since our travel agent booked us the wrong flight!)

Lots of volcanic rock

Note age demographic! Count the gringo hats...

Rocky beach with mini-volcano in the background

Saltwater Lagoon

Goats were introduced to the islands a long time ago and the Park Service is trying to kill them off so they don't outcompete the native wildlife

Mom and a cactus. The islands are very dry and we were also here in the dry season when the trees don't have any leaves below a certain elevation.

The warm light of sundown

Sunset

Happy sunbathing sea lion

Weird gray plants growing on volcanic soil

A lava cactus and our boat in the background.

Lizzie the Lizard

Pinnacle Rock on Bartalome Island

Picture perfect beach where we later went snorkeling and were surrounded by thousands of brightly colored fish, seas turtles, and sea lions. Sorry no underwater camera! But it was like being in Finding Nemo!

Mandatory cheesy tourist photo

Dad, Mom, and Sis braving the wind

The view from atop a small volcano with our ship and a cool underwater crater.

Since I work with the best counterpart organization in Peace Corps Ecuador, two weeks ago I got a free 7-day trip to northern

Peru

. Granted this was no luxury retreat but free nonetheless!

Rather than bore you with the details here’s a quick summary of the trip in bullet form!

Departure with 102 F fever. 5-hour journey to the border on winding mountain roads. Time to bring in the Swiss engineers to build Ecuador a few tunnels. :)
Arrival at the border. Make what I think is some sort of shady deal with Peruvian immigration agent to allow our car to cross the border without the renewal of some paperwork.
Feeling a bit better. Stop for Peruvian ceviche in the sort-of coastal city of Piura. Amazing! Huge 2.5 foot long platter filled with lobster, crab, shrimp, fish, clams, etc. Mystery white drink appears on table. Seeking refreshment, I take a big gulp. Eww! Turns out to be warm, salty fish broth. Luckily next comes the Chicha Morada, an ice cold, deep purple drink made from purple corn typical of the region (tastes just like purple Kool Aid)
Piura is sweltering and the streets are buzzing with moto-taxis – motorcycles chopped in half with two seats in back for passengers, rickshaw style. Meetings are held at the Piura office of my organization for the rest of the day and part of the following day, and I’m drenched in sweat from the fever and the climate. Dengue Fever is a huge problem in the area, and the municipality is coming to individual homes to fumigate for mosquitos. I keep my fingers crossed that the Dengue mosquitoes don’t like the taste of gringo skin!
I head to a local pharmacy and tell the woman that I’m not well. She cuts three mystery yellow pills from a blister pack, pops them in a little baggie and I head out. No questions, no prescription. Hopefully they’re not cyanide.
In Piura I room with the Administration guy from my office and a fan/window war ensues throughout the night. Room is 95 degrees and feels like 120 with my fever. I turn on the fan, he turns it off, I turn it on, he turns it off... Bed is soaking wet from my sweat and I begin to do yoga breathing to calm down. How he is cold is beyond me! Grr! Luckily I wake up in much better condition. The mystery yellow pills worked! (Or I could have just sweat out the sickness during the night as my grandfather used to do… double shot of whiskey + electric blanket = new person in the AM)
From Piura a two-day driving trek follows to the city of Chachapoyas, located in the Amazonas region of Peru. Scenery is totally different than Loja. Flat, scrub brush and pretty dry. Farmers growing passion fruit everywhere and living in homes built of mud and tree branches. We stop for the night in the town of Olmos, which “olmost” looks like a war zone to me. A gringa approaches at the hotel and it turns out to be her Peace Corps Peru site! And, I had already met her once at a Hanukkah party when she was traveling through Ecuador. Small world!
Finally arrive in Chachapoyas after traveling on a crazy road through a high-walled canyon with a rushing river. Chach, as I will call it from this point on, is actually really nice. Lots of old Spanish architecture and history. We stay at an old Spanish home turned hotel for three nights. We have a few meetings at my organization’s Chach office.
On the bumpiest dirt road ever, we head to check out a site that my organization is looking to conserve, which is highly threatened by encroaching cattle farmers. It’s a high-altitude palm forest, one-of-a-kind, and they already identified two new species of palms previously unknown to man.
Next day involves lots of site seeing. The Chachapoyan people lived in this area for hundreds of years before being taken over by the Incans, and finally the Spanish, and many ruins have been found. We visit the Kuelap archaeological site (another dirt road on the side of a mountain for several hours to get there), some other archaeological sites I can’t remember, the Gocta waterfall – fifth highest in the world, some museums, some mummies, and the 3300 ft deep Sonche Canyon. Neat stuff.
Finally, we make the journey back to Loja, which takes another two days. After 8 hours of driving on all dirt roads, I think some pieces of my brain have come loose and are now rattling around in my brain. The border crossing we take this time (south of the Ecuadorian city of Zumba) is seldom used and is basically a guy that needs to go look for the key to unlock the gate so we can drive across the bridge. The road here is full of potholes and not much more than a car width wide with thick jungle vegetation sprouting into the roadway. The occasional pineapple stand is a welcome break.
When we hit the pavement about an hour and a half south of Loja, it’s like heaven. So smooth and wonderful. My head slowly begins to recover and the familiar sites of Loja soon appear. I enter my apartment, hit my bed, and sleep for the next 14 hours straight!