Mosquitoes and Sweat  

Mosquitoes and sweat is a fitting theme for this post. It has been a while since I've blogged. Since vacation and returning from Quito, things have settled into a regular schedule again. We are now in rainy season. As I am typing, a light drizzle is falling. So far, the rainy season has not been unbearable by any means. I should probably knock on wood, but there hasn't been too much rain. From what I gather, there have been rainy seasons where it was three months of solid rain daily. With the coming of the rain, the surroundings have changed a bit. It seemed liked after the first drop of rain their was all the sudden a large beetle and cricket population. It has been nice to see everything flourishing and getting greener by the day. The mosquitoes, which were very present before, have now come out in full force. The humidity dial has been turned up a notch, or two, or three. These past two weeks of school, I've tried to stay as active as possible. Luckily, because of the lack of heavy rains, we have been able to go on our Tuesday bike ride. The mosquitoes made it interesting. This past Tuesday was the worst that I have ever experienced a mosquito problem. We always stop at the trail head. While stopped, I looked down at my right calf. Five hungry mosquitoes were having their way with me. They only got worse. It was actually amazing and impressive to see the swarms of them following us up the trail, biting through shirts. When I got back, I found that I had between 30 and 40 bites on my back alone (and I was even wearing a backpack). I do have to say that it was my own fault. I had forgotten mosquito repellent. The humidity has added another challenge factor. The amount of sweat that one body can produce astounds me. This week, we started our Thursday sports club again. Hand ball and hockey were the games. Both were a lot of fun, considering the mosquitoes and humidity. Every Thursday we play different sports for about an hour and a half and then it's time for a few deserved drinks. I've been going to the gym when I can. It is more like a small sweat box, as there are no fans. Today, I went to Cerro Blanco. It is a protected tropical dry forest region very close to where I live. It was pretty cool. Lots of birds, a huge tarantula, lizards, a small snake, and LOTS of mosquitoes were on the viewing list. The tarantula might have been the biggest that I have seen. Although the ones in Monteverde, Costa Rica probably rivaled this one. The guide tried to coax him out of his hole. It was coming slowing, until all of the sudden he popped out so you could see his whole body. He was really quick. Unfortunately, I only have a picture of his legs. Towards the middle of the trail, howler monkeys made their presence known with their howls. They sounded extremely close, but we were unable to locate them. Now that I've experienced Cerro Blanco, I plan on going there much more often. It is a 25 cent bus ride there and only takes about 10 minutes to get there. It will be nice to have that option to get into some nature at my convenience.


Three more weeks and my parents will be coming down for two weeks during my Caranaval vacation. I am so excited for them to be here. I'm also really excited for the experiences that they will have. They have visited me in Panama, Costa Rica, and Guatemala before, but in Ecuador everything seems grander. For example, the mountains and volcanoes that we've seen together in Central America have been absolutely spectacular. But, these are the Andes. I'm hoping that they will be as impressed as I have been thus far. Below are a few pictures from the past couple weeks. The mountains remain my favorite.  Cool climate with no mosquitoes.  I hope everyone is well!


I thought that I would take the opportunity to pass along this message. Everyone is aware of the dire situation that the country of Haiti is experiencing at the moment. As most of you also know, Haiti has had a long history of suffering and poverty. It is the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere, with the majority of people trying to live off of $2 a day. The alarming statistics go on and on.  If you look at the long history of suffering and this recent tragedy, Haiti needs our (everyone's) help. If you have not donated to the earthquake relief, please consider doing so. Whatever you can spare would be helping Haiti a great deal. Thank you for your consideration.  Here is a link to a few of the organizations:
http://www.helphaitinow.org/  (this is the organization from the telethon)



One of the beautiful ceibos trees that are common in tropical dry forests (Cerro Blanco).



You can see his legs, but nothing more.  I guess you'll have to trust me . . . he was rather large and in charge (Cerro Blanco).



Another neat spider that we found along the way (Cerro Blanco).



A view of the greenery (Cerro Blanco).  Unfortunately, surrounding this area, companies have many quarries (including where we go mountain bike riding) and extract the rock and destroy the existing habitat.



A lookout along the way (Cerro Blanco).



Ahhhh . . . is this heaven?  No, it's the Andes.



Clouds rolling in.






A river way down below.










Happy New Year!  

I just got back from a long weekend trip to Otavalo.  It was a pretty amazing trip.  I was fortunate enough to have perfect weather for the four days that I was there.  I spent New Years Eve there.  It was REALLY interesting the way that they celebrate the new year.  Men dress up as widowers with black skirts and everything.  They stop cars and buses and ask for money.  Children dress up as if it were Halloween.  Everyone constructs monigotes, which are basically life size dolls of politicians or other characters.  Some are much bigger than life size.  At midnight, they burn the monigotes and hit them if it has been a bad year. Needless to say, it was pretty entertaining.  The next day, I strolled around one of Latin America's biggest markets, spent some time in the food market, and then went for a great hike.  I decided to go to El Lechero which is a tree that the indigenous population believes to have special healing powers.  The hike was great.  It was steep and out of town.  Dodging sheep, waving to cows, asking for directions at least ten times on the dirt road switchbacks was how the day was spent.  It was awesome!  The people were so kind.  When I finally arrived there, the view was spectacular.  The tree stands all by itself up on a hill with great views of Volcán Cotacachi, Volcán Imbabura, Lago San Pablo, and the surrounding Andes.  I had the place to myself for a while, which was phenomenal.  Some people cheated and drove up, but they cheated themselves out of the great experience of hiking up.  The next morning, I woke up early to get to the local livestock market by 6 am.  If you are in need of cows, hogs, chickens, rabbits, goats, guinea pig or another else, this is the market to go to.  It was really neat to see the people in their true element.  The rest of the day was spent wandering around the market and town.  It was Saturday, so the market had nearly tripled in size from the previous day.  That night, it was time to see a good old fashioned cock fight.  The locals were so incredibly nice.  I befriended a few locals, only to find out that one of my "buddies" was the judge of the fights.  He made sure I had prime seats and that I got the pictures that I wanted.  What a day!  In the morning, I went to the unreal Laguna Cuicocha.  It was an unbelievably clear day, so I was able to see the snow capped Volcán Cayampe and Volcán Cotopaxi in the distance, as well as Imbabura and Cotacachi.  From there, it was time to see what Cotacachi (the town) had to offer.  The town is known for its 100 plus stores of leather goods.  There were some awesome coats, but I'm not exactly in need of one in Guayaquil.  Overall, it was a great escape and a great way to start the new year.  Thanks to the experiences and El Lechero, I feel relaxed, rejuvenated, and healed of all the battle wounds from 2009.  

The beautiful Plaza Bolívar in Otavalo.

Corn, beans, grains, spices . . . etc

Mmmmmmm!

How 'bout them potatoes?

What kind of cut would you like?

Plaza de Pancho where the craft market is with Volcán Imbabura towering in the background.

Another shot of the market (on the small market day) with Volcán Cotacachi in the background.

On the hike up to El Lechero cows were my company.  Imagine farming all that land by hand . . .
unbelievable!

El Lechero and Imbabura (over 15,000 feet at the summit).  Can you feel the healing powers?

Relaxing with a view of Cotacachi.

I love this picture.

A view of Lago San Pablo.

A view of Otavalo on the way back down from El Lechero.

Animal market, early morning Saturday.

Anyone in need of a hog?

Or piglets?

Or chickens?



Coming soon to a restaurant near you.

Craft market in full swing.

They have all been weighed, now it is time to size them up to pair up the fights.

That's my "buddy" the referee (first person on the right in the blue jacket).

Look's like he is ready to go.

The fighting ring.  Each fight was 12 minutes or shorter.  It was a bit disturbing, but I wanted to experience it as it is part of the culture.  Birds were fitted with spikes on their feet to attack the other.

Sizing each other up.

There is money to be made, and of course money to be lost.

In the heat of battle.

Mmm. . . where to place a bet?

The spectacular Laguna Cuicocha.  The name comes from cuy (guinea pig).  Apparently, around this protected area, there are many wild guinea pigs.

The laguna with Cotacachi at a height of about 16,000 feet.

Imbabura on the left and Volcán Cayambe on the right.


A closer look at Cayambe.


Cotopaxi in the far distance.




Check out the rest of my Otavalo pictures at:
http://picasaweb.google.com/jmathisecuador/Otavalo#