Showing posts with label Cuenca. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cuenca. Show all posts

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Sleep-depraved travel thoughts.

Why doesn't every South American airport have Internet cabanas like Quito? They could make a killing from folks like me with incompatible wifi services.

While I am on the subject, why doesn't every airport have yoga classes? (At least the international ones?)

And Cuenca needs a few cafes along their riverfront.

Hmm, seems I have my work cut out for me on this continent.

Sitting on the bus at Buenas Aires' international airport waiting for the domestic airport transfer, bus radio playing "Money for Nothing" by Dire Straits. American music in South America never ceases to be weird.

Also weird to think this is where I started almost three months ago and where I will end in three weeks. Feels like it has been a lifetime yet not long enough, simultaneously.

Forgot how different Argentina is from Ecuador and Peru (which are completely different from each other too).

I hope Salta has Andean cheese...

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Last few days in Cuenca.

Thursday I decided to skip the Giron Waterfall and go on a city tour instead. The waterfall was tempting but with all my experiences with expecting great things and seeing exactly what I could see in the PNW, and given that it would've been an all-day adventure including a 5 hour bus ride, and knowing that Iguazu Falls will blow every waterfall I have seen out of the water amyway (no pun intended), I decided to find out more about my future place of residence instead. (Haha, just kidding. I think.)

The Cuenca city tour started with a quick stop at the Puente Roto, a bridge that was partially washed away by a flood years ago and never replaced.

It's a neat photo spot and it also houses art fairs on weekends and holidays (there was one happening Monday when I arrived). Right up the street we stopped behind Museo Manuel Augustin Landivar to see the Ruinas de Todos Santos - layered ruins from the Canari, Inca and Spanish inhabitants.

upper left: Incan... upper right: Canari... lower: Spanish

Here I learned that the Incans were perfectionists and that's why they used squared blocks to build... Perhaps I was Incan in a former life?

Next we went up to Mirador de Turi which offered great panoramic views of the city. This was one of the highlights of the tour despite the slightly overcast day.

On the way down we stopped at the gallery of Eduardo Vega, "Ecuador's most important ceramic artist." Beautiful pieces, and some nice pieces by his son (who was hanging out in the gallery) too.

Homero Ortega & Hijos' panama hat factory was next. This was purely for the tourists and a reason I almost didn't bother with the city tour. It was interesting to see how the hats were made (it's quite a process and all done by hand - one hat can take at minimum a few weeks and as long as six months, depending on quality) but more interesting to see the photos of famous poeople who love these hats (J Lo, Brad Pitt, many others sporting the crisp white straw garros). P.S., in case you missed the Montechristi post, Panama hats are from Ecuador. And no, I didn't buy you one in Cuenca either.

I also didn't buy me one

After the hat factory we walked through historic downtown touring and discussing the history of the gorgeous churches. The "new cathedral," Catedral de la Immaculate Concepcion, is unfinished - during construction they placed a statue on top and it cracked the building so they were unable to finish the bell towers. (Here churches are considered "new" if they were built in the 1800s.)

oops

From the street you can look west to the Plaza de San Sebastian and east to the Church of San Blas to see the original boundaries of the city:

west

east

I also got to ask about a few interesting sites downtown. Turns out this church is built on Incan ruins and they preserved a handful of stones from the original building.

And I'd noticed these in the corners between buildings along the streets...

This one is in the corner where a church sits. It was put there to prevent drunk people from peeing in the corner. I mean, who would pee on a cross? It sounded like it was an effective tactic.

At the end of the tour we stopped in at the indoor market, a Ferry Plaza produce lover's dream especially given the affordability of the products. Upstairs was a food court and natural remedies area. Cuenca was the first place I saw such a high concentration of herbal remedy shops and product availability and I assume that's because of the rich history of their uses in that area. We also saw a woman "cleansing" a baby by waving some herbs around the child and chanting - on weekends women with cranky and/or sick babies wait hours in line to have this cleansing done. Allegedly it gets rid of the bad juju and the babies get better or show mood improvement. (Note to self: find anti-cranky shaman in Portland.)

When the tour was done I had a PB&J and walked over to the city mausoleum and cemetery. I don't think it was the same one I saw from the road coming in, but it was impressive. The mausoleum portion was a few city blocks long and wide.

Each section was painted a different pastel color and the memorials were quite colorful as well.

The gardens among the graves were beautiful too. It was by far the most cheerful - yet still somber and serene - place o'the dead I have ever visited.

That evening the sisters at the hostel threw a party for a guy leaving that night who had been there for about 6 weeks. This was tradicion (oops I mean tradition) at the hostel and a good representation of the local friendliness of the city. I had a few experiences with locals where they just wanted to chat (and probably practice their English - though I would've rather practiced my Spanish!) including the owner of the soy bakery... We talked for about 20 minutes.

The final day I spent the morning at Museo Pumapungo. Upstairs was an amazing life sized diorama exhibit of each of the many Ecuadoruan cultures, ending with a mini-tour of life in the jungle complete with tzantza (shrunken heads). Neat. Included in the tour was a visit to the ruins of an old Incan city, Tomebamba.

where they put the Incan bodies

In addition to ruins there was a beautiful garden...

... and parrots. I couldn't figure out the purpose of the bird sanctuary among the ruins but since I probably won't get to the jungle (this time anyway!), I wasn't really complaining. Maybe that *was* the purpose of putting it there?

Finally, off to the airport two hours early as suggested, where I was the only passenger in the waiting area for about an hour...

{crickets}

... where I headed to Lima to meet Viki for phase #? of this aventura! Onward and upward again, and literally, again.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Photo of the day, 4/15/2010: normally I'd want to be cremated...

... but I'd take a tomb in the Cuenca cemetery over that any day.

I {heart} Parque Nacional Cajas.

The smartest thing I have done on this trip (so far) has been to hire a guide for a private tour of Parque Nacional Cajas. Doing it with a group would've only given me a glimpse into the beauty and variety the park offers, and I suspect that doing it alone would've been disappointing given all the things I learned today from my guide.

Which are too many to mention, but here are some highlights:

- Highest point is Tres Cruces at 13,667 feet (this is where we started the hike today), it's a kind of memorial site with three crosses where people put stones to commemorate the dead.


- There are over 800 lakes in the park's 28,500 hectares (what's that in acres?); about 250 of the lakes are big enough that someone bothered to name them, the rest have no name. The water from this park provides 60% of Cuenca's water supply. It is so clean that you could drink it from the stream if you wanted (I didn't), and unlike the rest of Ecuador there is no need to boil water here before consuming it. The government puts a lot of effort into protecting this park because of the water... We had to stop at two control areas before entering this morning. Guides are strictly regulated and required for many of the public hikes.

- The park is a natural pharmacy. Many of the flowers and fauna are used by locals to treat everything from headaches to GI issues to prostate problems. The main pharmaceutical fauna are species of asters, valerian and ginseng. I had no idea asters were pharmaceutical.

- I also had no idea that prohibition extended beyond the US in the 1920s. The guide pointed out a trail used by locals to transport alcohol back in the day. (Guess our high school junior homecoming float could have had multicultural flappers...?)
- There are three species of toucans that live in the highlands. The guide in the other cloud forest said there was only one species. I got a photo of the one that day and saw none today so I'm not sure who to believe. :)

And blah blah blah. Those are the main things I would like to remember other than what I was able to capture in photographs...

... like the Harry Potter enchanted forest ...

... and this cute little guy

Diego, my guide, completely restored my faith in guides today - he grew up hiking, camping and fishing in the park with his grandfather and father so we went places most people don't even know about, he seemed to know everything about everything, and he was very patient with my nonstop questions and photography. We shared similar appreciations of ancient cultures and the virtues of natural spirituality (animism of sorts, that everything from lakes to moths to rocks has a soul and deserves respect). And the personal stories he shared of his childhood and time with his grandfather made the experience really special for me.

that's Diego

(He has done tours in the Galapagos too - and prefers not to, from the sound of it. It seems that my bad experience is the norm rather than the exception.)

It was an overwhelmingly positive day of nature + culture, and I'm still sad about leaving Ecuador but I am looking forward to the Inca Trail even more now. Need to figure out how to have more days like this when I return to real life this summer...

Early, on time or belated Friday five. What day is it?

I am more than halfway done with this adventure. I haven't missed much "thing-wise," especially since I found peanut butter in Quito and every city since... that was a big problem on the European adventure 15 years ago. But here are five things I miss, that I will never take for granted again:

- my electric toothbrush
- coin-operated washing machines (here it's usually leave a bag, pick it up in a few hours or a day, and pay a lot more than a coin-op)
- tap water I can drink
- recycling (see above, it's all bottled water all the time, and unless I'm missing something only airports and large commercial places actually separate trash)
- hockey (how are my Penguins doing? I keep forgetting to check and all anyone here cares about is futbol)

Originally on the list was "a room with no other people now and then" but I think I lucked out with this dorm room. There are only two other beds, they have both been empty for two days. Nice.

Ending the haiku hiatus.

(I dedicate the first one to the four boys who left mud all over the bathroom floor after they showered, used all the TP without asking one of the staff for more, and left a huge mess in the kitchen before going to watch Waterworld really loud in the "living room." Really?? I hate people.)

Give me a bad name
American tourist tools
So done with you all

Don't care where you've been
Don't want to tell my story
Let's just watch TV

Mark your calendars
Jen can't eat any more bread
A historic day

Cuenca, Ecuador
Cuidad muy bonita
Me gusta mucho

Stoic and graceful
Sea turtles under my fins
Silently drifting

White to pink to red
My sunburn has a sunburn
Curse you, gringo genes

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Photo of the day, 4/13/2010: keepin' Cuenca weird.

Prohibido Museo de Arte Extremo

Happiness is...

... $0.50 espresso and unexpected free wifi. Ecstatic is the place to myself, finishing the espresso 45 minutes ago and no one bothering me to order anything else.

not Nescafe!

I really, really like Cuenca. The pace is perfect, the town is charming and the people have been so very nice, even with my communication and direction fails today (which I think were more annoying to me than anyone else involved).

Found a great hostel for the next three nights (Posado del Rio) which is in the middle of town but still really quiet, and the two sisters who run it keep it spotless. Unlike last night, sleep should be no problem tonight. I keep saying I am done with dorms but they are fine in general, and I just can't seem to pass up $6 for a bed, shared bathroom and full use of the kitchen. Even though I only eat PB&Js it's nice to make them in a real kitchen. And $6/night for lodging plus $12/week for PB&Js and various supermarket snacks mean I don't feel bad paying for a private tour in the mountains or to fly to Lima instead of taking that treacherous bus ride across the border.

the "dorm"

stairway to nowhere in back of the hostel

Hit a few museums today including a convent and attached Museo de las Conceptas, and now I am going to the final one of the day. I have been trying to reserve museum time for rainy and/or errand days but there are enough in this city to make an interesting culture-filled day of it without spending too much money...

there are so many things wrong with me in a convent... maybe that's why the photo is so dark?

convent bar!

convent rose!

convent... no, just kidding - Prohibido Museo de Arte Extreme aht

D'Hoffryn?

Tomorrow I am off to Parque Cajas for the aforementioned guided hike and maybe a waterfall hike on Thursday. I need about three more years in this country alone. Can't believe Friday is the end of my Ecuador road.

from the hostel balcony

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Oh, right. Technically it was eight days...

... the last 12 hours consisted of me asking for snacks and watching Tour Guide pour some peanuts on a plate and plop the plate right in front of himself in response,* running out of fresh water with which to shower or brush our teeth, getting little sleep because of all the late night visitors to the boat, getting my feet rained on and not caring enough to shut the overhead window, and some sea lion hijinks in the morning followed by a million hours of travel smelling and feeling like that boat. But who wants to hear about that?

* I was this close to forgiving him because we had a good snorkel session that morning, but that was the final straw.

The overnight bus to Cuenca was uneventful other than being uncomfortable. I may have slept about three hours after the little girl next to me (who kept falling asleep on me and waking me up) got off with her dad in the middle of the night. The last few hours of the ride were light and I struggled to stay awake - the countryside was absolutely beautiful and I didn't want to miss it. We passed the most amazing mausoleum/cemetery that I hoped would be closer to Cuenca so I could get back somehow, but it was another hour or so into town so I probably won't get back there. It's also quite possible I hallucinated the whole thing anyway.

I arrived at El Cafecito groggy and not able to form English sentences, let alone Spanish ones, but the guy was nice and allowed me to check in early and brought me not-Nescafe. At that moment he became my BFF.

Turns out today is the anniversary of Cuenca's founding so I got to witness parades, singing outside the churches, and people generally treating Monday like Sunday.

Spent most of the day wandering the city admiring the cobblestones, the river that separates the old and new areas, and the architecture... It really is a lovely city.

Tomebamba River

Now the hostel has turned up the volume so my dorm mate and I are going to wander in search of more celebratory activities and some food. Hopefully the former will be fun and the latter will not involve rice or bread...