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 ...
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