Friday, March 27, 2009

Glimpses of the journey thus far

Kids with massive grins charge our bus with water balloons and buckets full of soapy water enjoying an odd tradition of carnaval. Indigenous women in their hats and colorful shaws work the high mountain fields or greet us with a smile and hot tea at our hostal in Quilatoa, Ecuador. Two youth study science perched a top a 13,000 ft ridge overlooking the stunning volcanic crater lake Quilatoa. A six or seven year old carries her little sister on her back up a mountain I struggle to climb. A man passes herding sheep in the middle of a green expanse. Not far away a woman climbs a canyon with a load of wood on her back. Two girls run out to greet Amit and me on our hike to Chugchilan (in the middle of nowhere) yelling ¨Regalo? regalo? (gift? gift?)¨ Fierce (or so they seemed) bulls block our path on a hike at sunrise in Vilcabamba, the valley of longevity. I chase after a bus that has abandoned me using the restroom in a bush-- unfortunately without the time to fully pull my pants back up. Amit and I lead our struggling, out-of-shape guide Luis up to the base camp of Volcan Cotopaxi, the tallest active volcano in the world. A group of us pummel downhill on a mountain highway bikeride to waterfalls, huge trucks honking as they barrel passed. Jamie and I meet a Shaman and his family atop the roof of our electricity-less hostal by candlelight in Tena; they convince us to change our plans completely and join them for some deep rainforest adventures. Two Canadians and I chase our portars down the Inca trail, trying to see if we can keep up with their insane pace; we are carrying 25 pound packs-- one of them is carrying a full grown man by piggyback. Priyanka´s family (minus anita), Amit, and I arrive with our incredible group at the Sun Gate looking out over Machu Picchu after four days of hiking the Inca trail and a morning hike through a downpour. Right as we arrive, the clouds lift just in time to reveal the extraordinary, and we enter enjoying sour patch kids I had saved to relish the experience...

A little boy uses a two liter bottle as a sled to fly down the hilly streets of Aguas Calientes, laughing all the while. Amit and I make way into Copacabana, a border town in Bolivia, just happening upon a rally for sustainable development with no other than President Evo Morales speaking and the most colorful, diverse crowd joining us for this amazing event and lining the path of the president with thousands of beautiful flower petals. Kids chase after us on a long hike to catch our boat to the Island of the Sun; these kids are asking for pens and pencils though sadly we have none with us. Along this same lakeside hike, reminiscent of a hike along the Mediteranean, we run into another American traveler who joins us for the next two days of hiking adventures on an island in Lake Titicaca. Nearly abandoned in a random village in route to our mountain town destination northwest of La Paz, Amit and I catch a minibus and squeeze into this van with nearly twenty packed in (reminiscent of South Africa), and I enjoy being completely immersed in local culture-- able to see things much more clearly while wedged between a kicking baby, a jolly talkative elderly man, and several women hauling extreme amounts of vegetables from one town to another. On the way, I laugh at scene of two mischievous boys chasing after a dump truck and jumping onto the bumper for a ride.
Just a day later, a middle aged man offers Amit and me a ride on a mountain road on the way to a series of caves-- he happily chats with us about politics and his illegal time in the united states before telling us that he actually can´t see passed his own nose and has to be really careful on these drives...

The images, scenes, absurdities from these past five weeks are nearly overwhelming-- and these are but a few thrown into a confusing bundle together. It´s been a long time since I have written but it´s been an amazing journey in the meantime. To give a bit of context for these images and brief stories, I´ll try to stay as short winded as possible tracking back through the main events of the last five weeks. If it seems long, just be thankful these come less than once a month (and feel free to skip the more mundane layout for the end reflections)...

-five weeks ago, I started the travels with a trip to the Quilatoa Loop with Amit, Priyanka, and two new friends Angella and Ingrid. We stayed at a hostal with a warm fire place for the high elevation, an ever smiling host, and lots of interesting fellow travelers. The highlight of the first days by far though was our six hour journey around the ridges of the volcanic crater lake Quilatoa. Pictures can´t even do justice to the beauty of this place so my words certainly won´t. But we had a blast taking all kinds of fun pictures over the blue-green lake and enjoying many of the scenes I described in the beginning, as well as telling stories of growing up and each of our thoughts going forward.

-Amit and I hiked from Quilatoa through a deep canyon to the town of Chugchilan where we stayed at a hostal with relaxing hammocks perched atop the canyons and family style dinners with a great group of travelers (especially two Australians). After two days of exploratory hikes, we made our way to the Ecuadorian southern city of Cuenca, where we met up with Amit´s hometown friend Ashley and explored the incredible Cathedral and city lookouts. We then travelled to Vilcabamba, the village where people supposedly live to be over one hundred. We spent lots of time hiking through fog and mud, relaxing on hammocks, writing funky bikes through the town, and enjoying a valley that reminded me of the prettiest parts of the Appalachians. Amit and I then made our way back north toward Quito, where we stopped for a day to hike to the base camp (16000 ft) of Cotopaxi but unfortunately got a completely foggy day and a quirky, out of shape guide...

-Jamie came to Ecuador for her Spring Break, an amazing blessing and a chance for us to spend a week exploring parts of Ecuador I had not yet seen. We spent the first weekend with Amit, Pri, and four other friends (who I met in Quito) in the town of Banos, where we did the bikeride down the highway to a series of cascades and then spent the next day repelling down waterfalls, the last of which was over 140 ft. high. Jamie and I then travelled to Tena, where we planned to make a trip to a nice hotel in the rainforest. Instead, we ended up meeting a shaman (who my brother David told us about a few years ago and who thankfully jamie urged me to get in touch with) and his family on a rooftop of our hostel and they convinced us to come to their town of Rio Blanco, a three hour truck-canoe-hike into the rainforest. We spent the day exploring, swimming, and learning all about their village and the surrounding forest. We then participated in a healing with the Shaman, a remarkable experience that certainly matched what David had described a few years earlier. After only twenty four hours in the rainforest, we made our way back towards Quito for a visit to the overwhelming craft markets of Otavalo, where we loaded up on gifts for family and friends back home. We then got to enjoy Jamie´s last day in Ecuador and Amit and my last day in Quito by celebrating Amit´s bday with some salsa dancing... The wonderful time and travels with Jamie were a great way to end my time in Ecuador and begin the rest of the traveling adventures.

*Machu Picchu and the Inca Trail-- Amit, Pri, and I flew from Quito to Cuzco to join pri´s family and start the Inca trail just a few days after our dancing in Quito. hard to briefly describe this remarkable experience. I went in a bit skeptical of the overrun nature of the trail and the hyped nature of Machu Picchu itself, but I was really blown away. Amit, Pri´s family, and I joined a group of fourteen plus our guide and almost twenty porters for the four day adventure. The first three days, we had impeccable weather (really rare for this time of year). We had continual postcard views of snowcapped peaks and I got to hike at my mom´s pace (muy rapido) because there was a group of Canadians who loved to walk extremely fast and then enjoy the views from the best spots. Our guide had a hilarious English accent (a mixture of Franc from father of the bridge with some south american-french twist) so we enjoyed listening to his dramatic but really informational speeches (and imitating him a little). Every day, we would arrive at camp for lunch or dinner and everything would be ready-- a multi course meal, tents, hot water, and an incredible view. It made the harder days of the trail much more relaxing and we´d finish each day by mid afternoon and enjoy games and conversations with fellow travelers. BUT, the best part for me, of course, was seeing and walking the path of this amazing history. I was blown away by the ingenuity of the Incas and the network of centers they built along the trail that is still nearly fully intact today. We got to visit more than half a dozen ruins before Machu Picchu and these ruins began to prepare me for what was to come-- universities, astronomy buildings, and communication centers, all with still functioning waterways and detailed mathematically constructed patterns in relation to the sun and the natural world. And the size of the stones and the placement of each of these ruins was all the more remarkable. None of this, though, touches on our experience at Machu Picchu itself, which I expected to be a tad bigger and more interesting than the prior ruins. As I said at the beginning, our last morning of hiking to Machu Picchu was through the pouring rain and at 5 am in the morning. I could not believe our luck-- three beautiful days on the way only to lead up to a pathetic one. But sure enough, the clouds lifted just after we arrived at the sungate and the sun stayed out all day after. Machu Picchu itself was more than breathtaking and was several times the size and scope of any of the large ruins we had visited thus far. The ruins are carved around a mountain with some unimaginably large boulders and incredibly detailed architectural work. We had an in depth tour and then several of us got to climb Wayna Picchu, the mountain in the background of all the famous pictures of Machu Picchu for some great views from above. I´ll leave the rest for pictures because I´m not a good enough writer to try any more description... It was a great blessing to be with Amit, Pri, and Pri´s amazing parents and brother to share this experience. It is hard to imagine it better than it was...

*And to finish the five weeks of journeying, Amit and I headed out from Cuzco a few days after returning from the trail and enjoying Cuzco´s huge plazas and tasty food. We made our way to Bolivia, where we happened upon the Morales rally (he really said little other than that Lake Titicaca should be a natural wonder of the world) in Copacabana and spent a few days hiking in the island of the sun. At last, we made way to Sorata by way of the quirky minivan and enjoyed two days in the green mountain town where we had great pancake breakfasts, fun hitchiking rides, more hiking, and a hostal with tire swings and see saws, farm animals, beautiful poems lining the gardens, and more.

Reflections:
*I love how travel introduces me to so many unique and remarkable individuals (almost all liberal, i might add) and provides a space for in depth conversations and random explorations with these same travelers. We have shared hostals with a couple of Australians who have spent years working outdoor camps, hiked the Inca trail with Canadians who have no plans to settle down any time soon, spent days with a few random Americans who are just traveling to try to enjoy the natural surroundings. It continually reminds me that life doesn´t have to be such a straight, planned path. In fact, sometimes it´s better for it not to be. At our hostal last night, a guy asked Amit and me what we were planning to do upon return. Amit said med school and the guy turned to me and asked if I was going to med school as well. I said I had no idea what I was doing and he quickly replied, ¨now that is what i like to hear!¨

*Times with Amit-- I´ve loved having a travel partner who loves to hike, chill, never plan more than a couple days in advance. Also loved delving into childhood stories, diving into dilemmas in medicine or community organizing, struggling with what it means to live in the present, and discussing life full of so many more questions than we could ever have answers. Or just playing endless board games or marvelling at our surroundings in silence. Amit is almost always jolly and a good reminder of how to enjoy things one day at a time...

*Continuing to read a book about storytelling in the search for meaning that focuses on giving up constant and obsessive control. It uses ancient parables and stories to open one to the mysteries and miracles in life that abound. And certainly the book is well times as I´ve been surrounded by breathtaking canyons and snow-capped mountains, persevering and hospitable people throughout the travels, community breaking through even the most stifling conditions.

*Playing guitar-- so I carry the travel guitar with me everywhere and have loved playing it during breaks on trails or on tire swings at nice hostals. Still a struggling sound rises from my guitar but I´m loving it nonetheless...

*The nature of travel-- travel provides such quick glimpses, moments that quickly pass but often remain with me for far longer and reveal only how much more mystery there is to this world and so many different cultures that I am yet to know. I have such a desire to learn more, to ask more, to be present more. But traveling is only the beginning. It reminds me that the learning returns to a centering point-- being present in one place long enough to really form in depth relationships that keep opening more... I´ve had moments of extreme worry and fears about my unknown future, realizing how little I have planned and how much I have to figure out. But the beauty of travel is that it forces me back into the beauties of the moment; it revives in me a curiosity of my surroundings and an enjoyment of new colorful landscapes, cultures, and ever welcoming people (despite what American propoganda would say about bolivia).

Amit and I are now in La Paz, Bolivia, really just passing through in route south. We head tonight to Potosi, the highest city in the world at over 13,000 ft, and a city with a challenging history based in its enormous maze of mines that led to millions of slaves and forced laborers and centuries of human rights abuses. We´ll then head further south to the salt flats and onto northern Argentina and Chile for the last few weeks. Less than twenty days remain!

Photos will have to come at the end, unfortunately. My words do no justice to these places but hopefully the pictures at the end will fill in much of what my writing could not do.

I love you all and thanks to all who have written. As is clear by my lack of blogging, internet times are few and far between. Next time you hear from me will probably be at the end of the travels. Please keep me up to date on things happening wherever each of you are....

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