So after a rousing Fertile Ground season (late January) and the follow-on work, I slipped the country for Ecuador and Peru. I’m posting my 9 trip reports here, with a few of the zillion photographs for each one, trickling them out at a rate of about 1 every 5 days. Please enjoy.
It was a great trip and travel was easy. As always, I learned much about myself and my world(s.) Yes, I’m resolved to immerse myself more frequently in the beautiful nature around me and not-so far away and to learn a little Spanish to make this part of the world more accessible.
It’s been perfectly delightful to see friends again–I missed you all and I’m so grateful that you help me do this sort of thing. I don’t know how it works but having such a great collection of friends provides support to do the crazy notions I take including tromping around the world on my own.
I should have lots to write about, yes? I’ll get on that. Miriam
Billy Holiday croons over the breakfast room PA system, sounding only slightly like David Sedaris’ imitation of her. This must have been an earlier recording, without quite so much of the heroin warble. OMG! she’s singing the first Sweet Adeline song I learned—For All We Know. I’ve really lucked out in Guyaquil. The Manso Boutique [...]
It’s Thursday on the zodiac for a non-landing/non swimming excursion when we finally see Penguins. LOTS of PENGUINS. I think these are Humboldts. Adorable. Fantastic really. They don’t seem like they’re wearing formal clothes.
[I climbed] back up Cerro Tijeretas just before 5 to take my private box seat for the frigate bird ballet. They started onesy twosy and quickly built to a heart-stopping 50 minute show of circling and swooping above, below and all around me, eventually taking their nesting positions for the evening. Sometimes there were as many as 15 to 20 in the air.
I love deep green channels lined with vegetation and trees that grow right out of the water with barely any land in sight. We are escorted by a relay-team of 7 giant blue morpho butterflies.
I ran hard, for all my talk about taking-it-easy-and-adjusting-to-the-altitude. I didn’t feel the altitude at all, except perhaps for getting a little more easily winded walking up steep hills at the beginning of the day. Quito looks quite a bit like San Francisco anytime you get any view, all the way down to the little boxes made of ticky-tacky in different pastels.