Have forgotten, weight is better. Have again increased almost 2 kg.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Picnik Quotes For Myself
jungle tour with the Primitas or the highest waterfall in Ecuador
How often in recent weeks I recently spent another night at tio Pedro and family, which consisted mainly of common meals, homework help for Wendy and great mobile games for primo Zaul. Even the stories of the work in English is not quite perfect listening always like to talk about the general here seems not to be too large, so that a change is seen by the subjects of family and village life like always.
I wanted to make almost back to the ten-minute walk back to the valley, as Wendy still quickly interjected: "Do you really know El Chaco?
El Chaco, is well known by the rafting reports from my former teaching colleagues in the Oriente of Ecuador Diego, about four hours drive east of Quito and is one of the first tourist stop shops for jungle tours. The next question in the negative told Wendy that she wanted a school trip there and invited me to make a short hand to come along. Counterstrike also inviting Reisekumpan Paul I accepted the offer and we found ourselves last week by 6 clock in the morning on the edge Cumbayas to the school bus to be expected of the Colegio Militar.
After the usual in Ecuador-five minutes after appointed time then we could finally put on the bus and there were about 50 curious Eighth graders in full uniform expected, which could make the journey over barely an eye on the two white men. It proved once again to be extremely pleasant to travel with Paul, as a tall, blond German is of course much more interesting, dark-haired than my humble self. After the usual stories about the origin, comparisons Germany - Ecuador and conversations with the accompanying teachers, we came to the goal of the educational tour: An oil pumping station in the Ecuadorian jungle to negotiate on which the principal of the school to first with the responsible engineers admission had before it went. We heard a short, chaotic and completely content-free presentation of the system by an engineer, it was drowned out to make matters worse still for the most part of the next working pumps and then quickly left the facility. Not without first examine the excellent recycling pool, which was supposed to escape not a drop of impurity in the nearby river.
Of the large chimneys, which dismissed the exhaust of the pumps in the air, the noise to be heard for miles across the pump, the frequently occurring fractures due to deficient maintenance of the oil pipeline, or even the promotion methods, of course, no question. Sun
we finished, I think, without any value for the students, this section of the school trip and went lunch. Then we said goodbye to the Primitas and their classmates because they wanted to spend the rest of the day in west Papallacta, while our way to go back east to Reventador led.
With the good old thumb-Out method, we soon found a pickup that drove us to the front door of the only hostel in the vicinity of the Reventador. On the way we were able to examine with my own eyes what happens to the students was not realized. We passed an oil accident and the driver told us that was here a few months ago everything was black from oil. Even now, after 8 months of cleaning work were still some black laugh to see. No one knows how long had the time to seep into the soil and poison ground water, before the state oil company saw the need at all to begin the restoration measures.
Arriving at the hostel waiting for us first of all a shock. According bellhop and cooking from the other side, there were no rooms. We looked puzzled, how could a hostel outside the normal public holidays are booked as here down to the last bed in a relatively un-touristy place?
With the glimmer of hope that the absent boss might just raise a room, we visited first the highest Waterfall in Ecuador, the Cascada San Rafael. An ill-walk, half hour road leads there, in between, we went past a doorman, to remove the $ 10 we really would have, but we left without purely demand Sun Soon we reached the viewpoint of the waterfall and were both - impressed.
Huge masses of water are rolling down the 140 meters, seem to fall so slowly that you can track individual clouds there. Given a huge roar echoed through the boiler, hidden in the middle of which a falling water in the spray of the lake meets.
admiration we paused for half an hour, looking at the waterfall before we went back to the hostel.
Here we awaited the good news is that still a twin room is available and would be the explanation for the full occupancy: The oil for the accident-relevant employment were all housed in the same hostel.
After all we had now secured accommodation for the night, would not have been in this hostel free, we would probably have to spend the night under the stars.
We were able to eat dinner but reassured us arrange a guide for the Reventadorwanderung the next morning - which turned out to be the bellhop - and after a refreshing dip in the pool fed by fresh river water to go to bed early. After all, we had
with our guide for 6 on the next clock Morning appointment. So we stood
As the day before at 5, and jumped again to wake up in the pool, ate breakfast there wont Toni-jam-pan breakfast and found us punctually at 6 at the appointed meeting place. As usual, our guide in Ecuador was of course present only at a quarter before seven, after which we loswanderten but expeditiously. Finally, we promised the boy that afternoon to be back again. So it went through the deepest mud in rubber boots borrowed from the oil pipeline passing into the jungle.
was true to our altitude of 1800 meters still not right to speak jungle, which one imagines as Mitteleuropaeer so, but it came to mud volume and humidity, making the path its name. After two exhausting hours
mud hike, to make matters worse, also went mainly uphill, we had finally reached our destination. A wide, wet plain lay before us, covered with moss, lichen, and some low shrubs. That was the outbreak of 2005, Flo said to us. The trail went through the lies there as if by magic, misty landscape in which glittered with dew draped spider webs in the bushes.
Complete silence lay over the whole image that I felt like in a fairy tale.
After another short walk through this landscape, pointing Flo at once forward and declared: "These are the remains of the outbreak from last August!"
front of us were huge piles of stones, and still sharp. With a grin on our faces Flo began the rise of the next of the 15-meter-high pile of stones and we quickly overcame our astonishment, and followed him up. The uncomfortable climbing over sharp stones, which seemed to solve with every step was worth it, however, when we arrived. Around us only fog and the dark, chaotic, cluttered over stones, I came before me, as at the end of the world. Steaming spread as far as the fog did not allow it as a black stone, no Felckchen green in between. For all columns of the rock pile rose kraueselnd hot steam. Even now, eight months later, the stones in the interior of these clusters were still hot enough to evaporate to the rainwater.
pleasurable putting us in the hot steam we brought to eat the snack and talked about the volcano and its eruptions. The only downside of the hike was that was to be seen because of all the fog no trace of the volcano itself. But at least we had the mysterious landscape around us, which our managers on the way back, he even lost briefly. In all the fog and the same everywhere looking Landschatf we lost all our short orientation, were then quickly back on track once more and entered the jungle.
The way back was much easier, because after all, mainly downhill, even if Flo suddenly a car chase restarting said, which ended with a twisted foot on my part. At last we arrived back at the hostel, all completely filthy and exhausted but very happy with the trip. With a glance at the clock, confirmed our Selbsteinschaetzung, because we had made the seven hours of walking only five.
reassured us so we could put on the bus home, the deposed me as even more pleasant not only in the south of Quito, but even in the neighboring Cumbaya ...
PS: Photos are up ... 
How often in recent weeks I recently spent another night at tio Pedro and family, which consisted mainly of common meals, homework help for Wendy and great mobile games for primo Zaul. Even the stories of the work in English is not quite perfect listening always like to talk about the general here seems not to be too large, so that a change is seen by the subjects of family and village life like always.
I wanted to make almost back to the ten-minute walk back to the valley, as Wendy still quickly interjected: "Do you really know El Chaco?
El Chaco, is well known by the rafting reports from my former teaching colleagues in the Oriente of Ecuador Diego, about four hours drive east of Quito and is one of the first tourist stop shops for jungle tours. The next question in the negative told Wendy that she wanted a school trip there and invited me to make a short hand to come along. Counterstrike also inviting Reisekumpan Paul I accepted the offer and we found ourselves last week by 6 clock in the morning on the edge Cumbayas to the school bus to be expected of the Colegio Militar.
After the usual in Ecuador-five minutes after appointed time then we could finally put on the bus and there were about 50 curious Eighth graders in full uniform expected, which could make the journey over barely an eye on the two white men. It proved once again to be extremely pleasant to travel with Paul, as a tall, blond German is of course much more interesting, dark-haired than my humble self. After the usual stories about the origin, comparisons Germany - Ecuador and conversations with the accompanying teachers, we came to the goal of the educational tour: An oil pumping station in the Ecuadorian jungle to negotiate on which the principal of the school to first with the responsible engineers admission had before it went. We heard a short, chaotic and completely content-free presentation of the system by an engineer, it was drowned out to make matters worse still for the most part of the next working pumps and then quickly left the facility. Not without first examine the excellent recycling pool, which was supposed to escape not a drop of impurity in the nearby river.
Of the large chimneys, which dismissed the exhaust of the pumps in the air, the noise to be heard for miles across the pump, the frequently occurring fractures due to deficient maintenance of the oil pipeline, or even the promotion methods, of course, no question. Sun
we finished, I think, without any value for the students, this section of the school trip and went lunch. Then we said goodbye to the Primitas and their classmates because they wanted to spend the rest of the day in west Papallacta, while our way to go back east to Reventador led.
With the good old thumb-Out method, we soon found a pickup that drove us to the front door of the only hostel in the vicinity of the Reventador. On the way we were able to examine with my own eyes what happens to the students was not realized. We passed an oil accident and the driver told us that was here a few months ago everything was black from oil. Even now, after 8 months of cleaning work were still some black laugh to see. No one knows how long had the time to seep into the soil and poison ground water, before the state oil company saw the need at all to begin the restoration measures.
Arriving at the hostel waiting for us first of all a shock. According bellhop and cooking from the other side, there were no rooms. We looked puzzled, how could a hostel outside the normal public holidays are booked as here down to the last bed in a relatively un-touristy place?
With the glimmer of hope that the absent boss might just raise a room, we visited first the highest Waterfall in Ecuador, the Cascada San Rafael. An ill-walk, half hour road leads there, in between, we went past a doorman, to remove the $ 10 we really would have, but we left without purely demand Sun Soon we reached the viewpoint of the waterfall and were both - impressed.
Huge masses of water are rolling down the 140 meters, seem to fall so slowly that you can track individual clouds there. Given a huge roar echoed through the boiler, hidden in the middle of which a falling water in the spray of the lake meets.
admiration we paused for half an hour, looking at the waterfall before we went back to the hostel.
Here we awaited the good news is that still a twin room is available and would be the explanation for the full occupancy: The oil for the accident-relevant employment were all housed in the same hostel.
After all we had now secured accommodation for the night, would not have been in this hostel free, we would probably have to spend the night under the stars.
We were able to eat dinner but reassured us arrange a guide for the Reventadorwanderung the next morning - which turned out to be the bellhop - and after a refreshing dip in the pool fed by fresh river water to go to bed early. After all, we had
with our guide for 6 on the next clock Morning appointment. So we stood
As the day before at 5, and jumped again to wake up in the pool, ate breakfast there wont Toni-jam-pan breakfast and found us punctually at 6 at the appointed meeting place. As usual, our guide in Ecuador was of course present only at a quarter before seven, after which we loswanderten but expeditiously. Finally, we promised the boy that afternoon to be back again. So it went through the deepest mud in rubber boots borrowed from the oil pipeline passing into the jungle.
was true to our altitude of 1800 meters still not right to speak jungle, which one imagines as Mitteleuropaeer so, but it came to mud volume and humidity, making the path its name. After two exhausting hours
mud hike, to make matters worse, also went mainly uphill, we had finally reached our destination. A wide, wet plain lay before us, covered with moss, lichen, and some low shrubs. That was the outbreak of 2005, Flo said to us. The trail went through the lies there as if by magic, misty landscape in which glittered with dew draped spider webs in the bushes.
Complete silence lay over the whole image that I felt like in a fairy tale.
After another short walk through this landscape, pointing Flo at once forward and declared: "These are the remains of the outbreak from last August!"
front of us were huge piles of stones, and still sharp. With a grin on our faces Flo began the rise of the next of the 15-meter-high pile of stones and we quickly overcame our astonishment, and followed him up. The uncomfortable climbing over sharp stones, which seemed to solve with every step was worth it, however, when we arrived. Around us only fog and the dark, chaotic, cluttered over stones, I came before me, as at the end of the world. Steaming spread as far as the fog did not allow it as a black stone, no Felckchen green in between. For all columns of the rock pile rose kraueselnd hot steam. Even now, eight months later, the stones in the interior of these clusters were still hot enough to evaporate to the rainwater.
pleasurable putting us in the hot steam we brought to eat the snack and talked about the volcano and its eruptions. The only downside of the hike was that was to be seen because of all the fog no trace of the volcano itself. But at least we had the mysterious landscape around us, which our managers on the way back, he even lost briefly. In all the fog and the same everywhere looking Landschatf we lost all our short orientation, were then quickly back on track once more and entered the jungle.
The way back was much easier, because after all, mainly downhill, even if Flo suddenly a car chase restarting said, which ended with a twisted foot on my part. At last we arrived back at the hostel, all completely filthy and exhausted but very happy with the trip. With a glance at the clock, confirmed our Selbsteinschaetzung, because we had made the seven hours of walking only five.
reassured us so we could put on the bus home, the deposed me as even more pleasant not only in the south of Quito, but even in the neighboring Cumbaya ...
PS: Photos are up ...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Fondant Baby Booties Pattern
warning on Saturday with friends at dinner (Pizza!!). Was not my favorite pizzeria, but has also tasted not bad.
Today was the 1 year study. Value 8000 WBC, 13.5 HB. Fits great.
today lasted all day. come home, I am in the morning to Munich and first vs. 17:30 again.
The results of other studies, ECG, ultrasound, pulmonary function, etc. War I until later. Probably not until I got control again late next month.
Have me again today by Mc and Chinese diet. Now I have to make Hausi.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Whippets With Allergies
Cotopaxitour with the Volunteers
Gina had announced it and so we put it well last weekend into action. A visit to the Cotopaxi, the highest volcano in the world was, for all volunteers the plan. This is also the original visit to the town in the province of Bolivar Guaranda fell flat for me, even though in retrospect I do not apologize for it.
gathered clock stood at five in the morning on my way to Quito still all volunteers from Los Valles "and we found ourselves alone as a time clock in at seven in the morning at the agreed point of Quito. After the rest of the meeting of old (since August / September), new (since January) and completely unknown (since?) Vols had arrived, it was a short address by the unsympathetic guides in the leased bus and jeep in the Cotopaxi National Park. The trip took
beaten for three hours, including Recharging of the bikes and stop at the entrance to the park. After a stop in a tiny museum and the long-known statement on the road of the volcanoes and flora and fauna of the Sierra, but we were finally - finally - in the high plains of the Cotopaxi. A vast plateau, completely barren, apart from some prairie grass and little flowers, extended around us, while the collection of giant Cotopaxi next to us ... Should.
was unfortunately only one flank of the volcano visible through the clouds that had moved as if to tease us just around the mountain together. Quickly snapped a few photos and once again looked back, not able to shoot panoramic images, then it went on, always up the hill, until it disappears was for the bus.
From there it was run from, unpleasant 300 meters in height by loose rock and sandy soil, it seemed that would, as you slide back with every step forward two. But finally we made it all less strained than expected we took of the 4800 m level of the refuge again in another 100 purchase, to finally touch the snow.
snow!
the first time in Ecuador, have to feel cold as it should be!
soon flew the first snowballs, snowmen were built and painted the angel from my childhood in the snow ...
One can hardly imagine a German, as you can have as much fun in the snow.
happy about the cold experience, we found ourselves soon again at lunch, all in all a great breakfast of bread, cheese and guacamole Ecuadorian, and a few biscuits and eat as much of all as you could. Saturated we went finally to the descent to the bus, where even the bikes were waiting for us at the exciting part of the afternoon to begin. Deteriorating
construction helmets on their head, we AGAINST board down the hill behind the guide, with potholes, sand waves and laughter made the descent interesting. With adrenaline and pumped full of a destroyed Tire on the bike I came down after a short wait for the rest of the group who preferred the prospect of adrenaline and a tire change, we drove all the way from the National Park beyond, with crossed between a herd of wild horses on our way.
After loading the bikes we went more or less exhausted in the bus on the way back to Quito, where we had the promised chocolate cake but failed. On the way I had the opportunity to refresh my Italian never existing again, while I was with the two Italian women, maintained that had somehow stumbled on the ICYE still with us.
Conclusion: glacier-capped volcanoes are a great thing, Italian = English.
PS: pictures of the last trips are available on Picasa 
Gina had announced it and so we put it well last weekend into action. A visit to the Cotopaxi, the highest volcano in the world was, for all volunteers the plan. This is also the original visit to the town in the province of Bolivar Guaranda fell flat for me, even though in retrospect I do not apologize for it.
gathered clock stood at five in the morning on my way to Quito still all volunteers from Los Valles "and we found ourselves alone as a time clock in at seven in the morning at the agreed point of Quito. After the rest of the meeting of old (since August / September), new (since January) and completely unknown (since?) Vols had arrived, it was a short address by the unsympathetic guides in the leased bus and jeep in the Cotopaxi National Park. The trip took
beaten for three hours, including Recharging of the bikes and stop at the entrance to the park. After a stop in a tiny museum and the long-known statement on the road of the volcanoes and flora and fauna of the Sierra, but we were finally - finally - in the high plains of the Cotopaxi. A vast plateau, completely barren, apart from some prairie grass and little flowers, extended around us, while the collection of giant Cotopaxi next to us ... Should.
was unfortunately only one flank of the volcano visible through the clouds that had moved as if to tease us just around the mountain together. Quickly snapped a few photos and once again looked back, not able to shoot panoramic images, then it went on, always up the hill, until it disappears was for the bus.
From there it was run from, unpleasant 300 meters in height by loose rock and sandy soil, it seemed that would, as you slide back with every step forward two. But finally we made it all less strained than expected we took of the 4800 m level of the refuge again in another 100 purchase, to finally touch the snow.
snow!
the first time in Ecuador, have to feel cold as it should be!
soon flew the first snowballs, snowmen were built and painted the angel from my childhood in the snow ...
One can hardly imagine a German, as you can have as much fun in the snow.
happy about the cold experience, we found ourselves soon again at lunch, all in all a great breakfast of bread, cheese and guacamole Ecuadorian, and a few biscuits and eat as much of all as you could. Saturated we went finally to the descent to the bus, where even the bikes were waiting for us at the exciting part of the afternoon to begin. Deteriorating
construction helmets on their head, we AGAINST board down the hill behind the guide, with potholes, sand waves and laughter made the descent interesting. With adrenaline and pumped full of a destroyed Tire on the bike I came down after a short wait for the rest of the group who preferred the prospect of adrenaline and a tire change, we drove all the way from the National Park beyond, with crossed between a herd of wild horses on our way.
After loading the bikes we went more or less exhausted in the bus on the way back to Quito, where we had the promised chocolate cake but failed. On the way I had the opportunity to refresh my Italian never existing again, while I was with the two Italian women, maintained that had somehow stumbled on the ICYE still with us.
Conclusion: glacier-capped volcanoes are a great thing, Italian = English.
PS: pictures of the last trips are available on Picasa
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
What Can You Use A Rizla Paper
The Jadelagune Quilotoa
hardly arrived back in Quito, Paul invited me to one already for next weekend. It should go to the indigenous community Peribuela, quite a bit to the north of Quito, where Chef Paul Stuart runs a reforestation project.
Stuart, a 36-year old Englishman, who, coming from the fashion business prefers the quiet and simple work on an Ecuadorian farm, has been the declared goal to plant 100,000 trees in his life. Of these, though he is currently with 2500 trees still quite far away, but it helps so, where you can ... So I met
time for the weekend on the farm and after a short Help in the garden of the volunteers did Paul, Stuart and I are on the way to Peribuela, 630 in the nursery reared tree in his luggage. After three hours of shaky ride on the back of a pickup between hundreds of small trees and a stop in Cotacachi, we arrived at some point in the parish hall of Communa. Here we were greeted very soon the old Geronimo, in his capacity organizer of the people from the community, which should help us with the planting.
With their help, we brought the next day after a pleasant night in the beds of the village hall and the delicious food from Lola, Geronimo's wife, brought all the trees in the ground and I can now proudly say that I have personally planted 81 trees. Although the provided holes for the trees of the 12 community members were dug, which preceded us, but someone must be indeed responsible for the plant.
satisfaction, though sun-burned and broken, we still ate lunch with the community before we transpose our other travel plans into action.
comunas en Ecuador: are partially independent from the state. The reason is that the indigenous-dominated communities want to manage themselves and in the course of the distribution of land already come into possession of a large part of the country that was previously awarded to the rich landowners. From this self management shows the tax exemption of local authorities, which shall, on the other hand, only a small aeuerst support for public projects to follow. It under the municipality, for example, all materials for the road itself and now receives little support of the state.
For the two Englishmen, with whom Paul and I already had been traveling in Loja, had invited us to do with them a tour of the province of Cotopaxi and to visit the lagoon Quilotoa. So it went with the Swede Elin in the luggage on the bus to Quito, and from there to Latacunga, the capital of the province of Cotopaxi.
In the morning we had planted trees in extreme heat and arrived On the same evening in the icy exhausted plenty of Latacunga. Fortunately, could saffron and Lottie had already made a great hotel find out where we show for $ 7 a Junior Suite to third and use their bathroom as a dance hall. Despite the comfortable accommodation, we invited only from our luggage, exchanged short of news to the two girls and then we went to dinner in the nearest pizzeria.
After saturating, European food we had for this evening: Good bye Elin, which passed with a headache and fever to bed. The four of us have searched for a bar, and proved to Latacunga, but as quite a disappointment. Besides the typical Ecuadorian Salsa-reggaeton dance hall could be found nothing. While we were in search of an invitation for a cheap flophouse in the poor live music was played, but we had to decline with thanks.
The next day we left early by bus to Zumbahua, a small village which lies closest to the Kraterlagunge Quilotoa. This lagoon is berühhmt throughout Ecuador for its jade-green color and is one of the most beautiful in Ecuador. After the two hour bus ride to Zumbahua we went to the rented Camioneta that drove us quickly to the lagoon. Along the way there was a brief photo shoot in the rugged canyon scenery before we reached the crater rim.
few hundred feet below us spread from the shiny green lagoon, like a giant Jadekristall. While two of the girls decided to enjoy the view from the top, made of saffron, Paul and I looked at the Absttieg down to the lake. We had the top of the crater rim even with frozen winter jacket and gloves, it became increasingly warmer, until we felt the water in summer temperatures. Paul and I quickly went over and jumped into the icy, sulphurous water of the lagoon. After this cooling and the consumption of bread, we felt we had brought enough strengthened to take the climb to about 300 meters in attack. Paul were always anticipated we finally panting and sweating to the top again and began height in the icy wind to shake immediately.
We quickly enveloped us in the thick clothing, we swung into the back of the waiting pickup truck and quickly reached the point of Zumbahua. Quickly found some friendly truck driver who brought us up to Latacunga. From here we went back the next bus to Quito and in the home ... 
hardly arrived back in Quito, Paul invited me to one already for next weekend. It should go to the indigenous community Peribuela, quite a bit to the north of Quito, where Chef Paul Stuart runs a reforestation project.
Stuart, a 36-year old Englishman, who, coming from the fashion business prefers the quiet and simple work on an Ecuadorian farm, has been the declared goal to plant 100,000 trees in his life. Of these, though he is currently with 2500 trees still quite far away, but it helps so, where you can ... So I met
time for the weekend on the farm and after a short Help in the garden of the volunteers did Paul, Stuart and I are on the way to Peribuela, 630 in the nursery reared tree in his luggage. After three hours of shaky ride on the back of a pickup between hundreds of small trees and a stop in Cotacachi, we arrived at some point in the parish hall of Communa. Here we were greeted very soon the old Geronimo, in his capacity organizer of the people from the community, which should help us with the planting.
With their help, we brought the next day after a pleasant night in the beds of the village hall and the delicious food from Lola, Geronimo's wife, brought all the trees in the ground and I can now proudly say that I have personally planted 81 trees. Although the provided holes for the trees of the 12 community members were dug, which preceded us, but someone must be indeed responsible for the plant.
satisfaction, though sun-burned and broken, we still ate lunch with the community before we transpose our other travel plans into action.
comunas en Ecuador: are partially independent from the state. The reason is that the indigenous-dominated communities want to manage themselves and in the course of the distribution of land already come into possession of a large part of the country that was previously awarded to the rich landowners. From this self management shows the tax exemption of local authorities, which shall, on the other hand, only a small aeuerst support for public projects to follow. It under the municipality, for example, all materials for the road itself and now receives little support of the state.
For the two Englishmen, with whom Paul and I already had been traveling in Loja, had invited us to do with them a tour of the province of Cotopaxi and to visit the lagoon Quilotoa. So it went with the Swede Elin in the luggage on the bus to Quito, and from there to Latacunga, the capital of the province of Cotopaxi.
In the morning we had planted trees in extreme heat and arrived On the same evening in the icy exhausted plenty of Latacunga. Fortunately, could saffron and Lottie had already made a great hotel find out where we show for $ 7 a Junior Suite to third and use their bathroom as a dance hall. Despite the comfortable accommodation, we invited only from our luggage, exchanged short of news to the two girls and then we went to dinner in the nearest pizzeria.
After saturating, European food we had for this evening: Good bye Elin, which passed with a headache and fever to bed. The four of us have searched for a bar, and proved to Latacunga, but as quite a disappointment. Besides the typical Ecuadorian Salsa-reggaeton dance hall could be found nothing. While we were in search of an invitation for a cheap flophouse in the poor live music was played, but we had to decline with thanks.
The next day we left early by bus to Zumbahua, a small village which lies closest to the Kraterlagunge Quilotoa. This lagoon is berühhmt throughout Ecuador for its jade-green color and is one of the most beautiful in Ecuador. After the two hour bus ride to Zumbahua we went to the rented Camioneta that drove us quickly to the lagoon. Along the way there was a brief photo shoot in the rugged canyon scenery before we reached the crater rim.
few hundred feet below us spread from the shiny green lagoon, like a giant Jadekristall. While two of the girls decided to enjoy the view from the top, made of saffron, Paul and I looked at the Absttieg down to the lake. We had the top of the crater rim even with frozen winter jacket and gloves, it became increasingly warmer, until we felt the water in summer temperatures. Paul and I quickly went over and jumped into the icy, sulphurous water of the lagoon. After this cooling and the consumption of bread, we felt we had brought enough strengthened to take the climb to about 300 meters in attack. Paul were always anticipated we finally panting and sweating to the top again and began height in the icy wind to shake immediately.
We quickly enveloped us in the thick clothing, we swung into the back of the waiting pickup truck and quickly reached the point of Zumbahua. Quickly found some friendly truck driver who brought us up to Latacunga. From here we went back the next bus to Quito and in the home ...
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
For Sale Ski Doo Tundra 2001
Carnival in Ecuador - meant for Paul and me less water (as an Ecuadorian proverb says) in his boots and chicken shit on the head, rather than a long weekend with four days off to travel.
Was our first plan was yet to commit the Carnival festivities in Latacunga Ambato or and us to look at the "Fiestas de frutas y flores" in Ambato, then we turned around but still on a journey into the deep south of Ecuador.
Curious by our tour guide made the slogans like "Just for this landscape could have paid off for many a flight to Ecuador" attracted to the south, we would venture the long holidays for the even longer journey to the southern province of Loja.
It was then, despite numerous route closures due to continuous rains on Friday night in good old Panamericanabus on to Loja.
Although occasionally occurring short road closures, because landslides had to be removed, were us start with only an hour late the next day in the provincial capital of Loja. Since we still wanted to wait for two English girls who had met Paul at the farm and wanted to look also in the southern part of Ecuador, we used the time until their arrival for a city tour - good - and coffee - bad.
The city of Loja, which has been praised already on the bus ride from returning residents as well as Cuenca, "had actually come up with some beautiful parks and churches, although the restoration of the houses was carried out not nearly as extensively as in Cuenca.
After a more or less substantial lunch, we wanted to visit the botanical garden of Loja, got into the taxi, talked briefly on the ride with the driver of the botanical garden and ... Had to find the goal that was closed. Would obviously have been too easy, we put them on at start having, but then you would indeed deserve a more money.
So we took back the sidewalk and finally met the girls at the bus terminal, to make us equal to the long journey to Vilcabamba.
Vilcabamba: The Valley of longevity, as it is known in Ecuador and is located only a few dozen miles from the Peruvian border and is known for its mild climate Andes and the spectacular scenery of the surrounding area popular with tourists. In addition, the small town with a population of unusually advanced age has come up, the record age of 128 years was reached. In addition to these facts and friendly inhabitants, Vilcabamba has to offer but very little, apart from the times not old but beautifully decorated church from the village center.
We first had to find to our horror that the cheapest room for an overnight stay cost $ 12 should be good, yet when they finally with the help of some friendly Dutch still get hold of one for $ 5. Contrary to our expectation, in Loja largely spared from the general tourism carnival to stay, we met here Gringos on every corner and had to get completely soaked and sprinkled with colored foam with a dinner at a roadside stand satisfied.
Contrary to fears the food was really delicious, albeit expensive, and also let any of us spend the rest of the evening on the toilet. In sharp contrast were the evening unpacking nor the Kings cards and destroyed some beer before going to bed.
And the next morning was also clear to me why our stay was so cheap.
For just about my - of course open - pocket had a hole in the ceiling and it had rained inside, so I am cross boots by 7 clock by Vilcabamba was allowed, to throw all my clothes for an hour in the dryer can.
Somewhat annoyed by this incident, we visited the local church, where the only thing worth mentioning, however, was partly fanatical old man, who told us a lot about the saints and their veneration of the place.
was barely dry the clothes and the old man brushed off, we started again on the way back to Loja to travel from there to Zamora on. Zamora, capital of the province Zamora-Chinchipe, attracted to the Podocarpus National Park and so we started the two-hour bus tour. We arrived
informed us briefly about the way in the national park, looking for a hostel and ate was imported in a very white restaurant for dinner, where our food is not prepared at this restaurant, but from others. We saw quite amused with the owner of the food boxes come in the door, disappearing behind the counter and show up after a few seconds in a wondrous way with our food again.
Saturated fat and happy we went to bed early to early the next morning to drive into the park. A quick pick-up was found, the passed here are cheap and picked up again. Locally, we could make the park guards believe skillfully, we were all students in Ecuador and would offer the $ 2 for Ecuadorians and not the $ 10 entrance fee for foreigners as to pay. A lucky because I had my smooth Censo forget the hotel and would thus hardly came in cheaper ...
Censo: The Censo, as Ecuadorean ID card for foreigners will only be issued for a longer stay in a fixed abode. This one is to treat all issues as Ecuadorians, which is reflected primarily in our admission fees for tourist sites.
We enjoyed the day in the great outdoors with large butterflies, waterfalls and the 800-meter-wide rise to a vantage point where the slope estimate was 45 degrees and I am thanks to my profile without shoes more than once rolled in the mud.
But the sludge settled at the falls again, wash well and it was more or less clean back to the hotel to shower and to make the journey.
Because for Paul and me was still visiting Zaruma on the plan, the largest gold mining city of Ecuador, while the two English girls wanted to do on the way to Cuenca.
separated us, we arrived at the terminal of Loja and alone for two evenings in Zaruma.
lay between, but the most adventurous bus ride of my entire trip to Ecuador. For the link road from the highlands town of Loja and the other on the side of the Andean town of Zaruma is far from well developed. The continued by the rains which further deteriorated road was too narrow in part, by allowing for two vehicles side by side.
also had been held in many a curve to the impression that a wheel suspended in the air and the other only by the tenacious mud on the road in the lane. After six hours of tough progress, although even one or another river crossing was without a bridge with the process of reaching our goal.
Zaruma: The gold rush town in the southern part of Ecuador can come up with a long tradition of Schürferei. The oldest mine was in the 16th Century exploited by the Spaniards, and even before this Canari-resident Indians, the yellow metal has accumulated in the rivers. But even if Zaruma today is a wealthy city, thanks to the gold deposits of the sought-after material has not only good with it.
will oblige the Spaniards all able-bodied indigenous people of the region to work in the mines, where the life expectancy of a miner at that time was not more than 5 years. The hopeless situation of indigenous people and the brutal exploitation and slavery attitude reminiscent of the workers by the Spaniard led after some time in collective suicides of up to 100 workers in the mines and the abortion of all children through the Indigenafrauen. The English rule was this place so the entire original population wiped out - by a number of estimates of about 30,000 people - and thus laid the basis for the completely white, today's population of the region. This promotes
continue the gold from the rich veins of the mountains, and extending the network of tunnels now more than 12 levels with 30 meters distance from each other under the whole city and surrounding area.
In Zaruma we were both quite enthusiastic about the city and some time wandering through the architecturally beautiful gold-mining town with notice their wealth. Particularly interesting were the woodwork of the city. Both the pillars the house balconies, as well as the systematic nested doors are made from a local wood, which is handled very interesting and painted.
The next morning we took advantage of the tourist tour of Zaruma the region visited, with the excellent tourism officer of the city a gold mine and got it still a heap of information about the city, surroundings and history been delivered, following a trip made to the 120-meter high waterfall of Guaiquichuma and visited the candy manufacturing Dona Clem.
During the whole trip, we found out that the carnival is not exactly tourist-friendly. Not only that there is no public transport there was also exploited ruthlessly that the two gringos were riding on the halted Caionetas in the back. Again and again water bombs flying, was washed with the hose of the pick-up, including passengers and all the water buckets were emptied over our heads.
But the goals were more than worth the inconvenience. The impressive waterfall with the unpronounceable name that awaited us at the finish by three car-sharing and a chartered Camioneta made an absolutely breathtaking impression.
then visited the candy production was, however, not so much her, but had a good taste and delicious coffee to come up.
After this good day, it was even half as bad that we did not find any direct bus from Zaruma back to Quito, but return to the coastal city of Machala had. Here we had also a very well-equipped bus in half for us alone and we were pretty well rested the next day on time in the home of ...
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