The Pug? of the Week

Check this guy out:

This giant caterpillar was spotted a few months ago.  It was chowing down outside one of the schools I work with back when we were constructing our plant nursery.

Check out that face.
I feel kind of sorry for it - like the pug of caterpillar order. 

It's pretty big too - almost as big a pug.  

The Shad Derby of the Ecuadorian Amazon

Our Booth at the 2011 Town Fair

Santa Clara is preparing for the fiestas again this year.  It's the Shad Derby (Windsor's premier town fair) of the Ecuadorian Amazon and it is guaranteed to be exciting.  The fiestas begin Thursday night with the reina competition - a beauty pageant of epic proportions.  Although my vote goes to one of my students Jesica (one s) she's apparently an underdog because she is nearly as tall as me.  Friday is the opening parade and the start of the town fair, but the fun doesn't stop at seeing an ostrich chase the kids around.

Object of the game:  get toro to run past the empty beer box
without ending up on the pointy end.    

Saturday is a big day starting out with toro gol - a game played by getting a real bull to run through your teams' set of goalposts.  This is a big crowd pleaser - especially when the bull wins.  Despite the attraction of seeing a bull run full force into a drunk guy in my town, the big news in town is Byron Caicedo.  He's the most famous thing to come out of the Ecuadorian Amazon since Texaco started drilling for oil.  You can watch his latest music video here.  Or check out this classic.  Although the videos maybe hilarious to the average American, they are classic jungle tunes.  In fact the first time I watched them my host family pointed out all the famous places in the video, and now I can show you all the famous places I have been to.

Sunday should be pretty tame after the tsunami (Byron's most famous song) sweeps through town.  Hopefully everyone will make it to the parade on Sunday - the second parade - and then motocross in the afternoon.  Seriously.  The town has changed the soccer field into a motocross arena and the motorcycles will be tearing it up all afternoon.  

The week before it was a soccer field

I can't wait - the only thing that is missing is the fried dough, and a bag of hard earned goldfish from ringing the bell at the Windsor Rod and Gun Club booth.

Last year my beard was so powerful that I just had to ride a horse  

A First of its Kind

Living in Ecuadorian Amazon affords me many wonderful opportunities.  I am surrounded by breathtaking views, incredible biodiversity, friendly people, and I never need worry about being too cold.  When Ecuadorians ask me how I am enjoying my stay, I typically reply: I love it.  I learn something new everyday and have had an incredible experience.  One of those experiences has given me an interesting - potentially creepy - blog idea.

The Bug of the Week.  

I have had this idea for a few months, but was concerned that I might run out of new insects to photograph.  A quick Google search put my mind at ease.  Scientist have surveyed over a million insect species that call Ecuador home - and an unknown number pretended they were not at home and didn't answer the door.  Even if I just photographed a new butterfly living here in Ecuador every week, I could keep this blog going for 4,500 more weeks - about 86 years. 

The honorary recipient (or recipi-ant) for the first week of the bug of the week is this guy:    

       I think it got into my protein power. 

This giant ant got into my kitchen and was running all over my drying rack. 

Check out the video: 

(unfortunately my internet connection is so slow that I had to break the huge minute clip into two parts) 

I hope the new bug of the week post provides weeks of entertainment.   

Kind regards from Santa Clara, Ecuador. 

Joseph - and the giant ant that was not harmed in the making of this blog.   

The Daily Dose - Ecuador

I receive a daily email update called: The Daily Dose from an online outdoor gear retailer Steep and Cheap. The company has an unusual business model; sell just one item on the site (currently Black Diamond Raptor crampons) for about 25 minutes - or until it's gone. The product are typically deeply discounted (44 percent off the raptors) and the time limit creates an auction style, get-it-before-it's-gone, feeding frenzy.

While many of the products are gnar (just kidding) my shallow Peace Corps pockets keep me far removed from an electronic shopping cart. The daily dose is usually a humorous story or witty observation; today it was incredibly relevant and hilarious.

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I was in Ecuador and there was a warning posted in the airport that people should boil or treat their water before drinking it. The warning was in Spanish and I don't speak Spanish, but my travel companion noticed and told me. Later in the trip we stopped at a farm that grows sugarcane and coffee. The farmer had a small still that he would used to make sugarcane moonshine. For some reason we were talking about the water boil notice, and the guy at the still told me that if I got a stomach bug all I had to do to cure it was to drink a cup of his moonshine and then eat a spoonful of sand. I questioned how this could possibly work, and he told me that the microbes in your stomach all get drunk off the moonshine and then throw rocks at each other. 

***

Funny thing is - I think I have been to the same farm.

Cheers against the microbes.

The Baptism

When I pulled my backpack and two duffel bags out from under the bus and wandered helplessly into the hot, humid, night in Santa Clara I could only dream about speaking Spanish, making friends, and fitting into the community. That was the end of April in 2010.

When I heard the big news I excitedly rushed across town for a visit. My host family, Clever, Maria, and their son Steven, had just returned home with a new baby boy. When they told me the new baby's name I was as speechless as the newborn was: Joseph Adrian Huatatoca Grefa. That was February 2011.

When I heard the motorcycle pull up outside of my house I thought it was Rolando coming to hide from his girlfriend/ wife. Pleasantly surprised, I opened the door to greet my host family, but when Clever asked me to do him a "huge favor" I was a little apprehensive. Former huge favors have included: unknowingly moving a box containing a 12 foot boa, overseeing the high school's booth at the town fair, and Giovanni continually asking for a fifty cent loan to buy more moonshine. Clever's question was much different, and one of the best I have heard in Ecuador – would I be his son Joseph's godfather? That was May 2011.

Joseph and his older brother Steven were baptized on June 26^th; the ceremony itself was almost exactly what I expected. As we stood for fotos (Spanish for photos) I couldn't have been more proud. The day was an incredible honor, and when Clever invited my guests Christina, Nick, Rene, and me over for a little lunch we graciously accepted.

A few moments after we arrived at the house the little lunch placidly transformed into a feast of epic proportions. Steven's godparents, my guests, and I were seated at a table in the center of 40-50 guests. I assumed the the first plates brought out containing an entire chicken, leg of guanta (a jungle rodent about the size of a small dog – the annoying yippi kind) and potatoes were to share with the whole table. However, like many assumptions in Ecuador I was wrong – the giant plates were intended for each of the guests of honor with the size of the plate correlating to the responsibility in the baptism.

Just like the plates the party was huge. Claudio was the master of ceremonies and DJ, there was an incredible amount of food, and I was gifted five cases of beer, which I graciously accepted and subsequently (and inline with cultural tradition) re-gifted to the guests around the fiesta. We danced, and danced, and like all Kichwa parties, danced some more. The music, which is an acquired taste, didn't stop until the single digits of the morning.

Despite the improvements of my new language, there was no way I could express the honor and gratitude I experienced that evening. I am incredibly fortunate to call Santa Clara home – even if it is just for eight more months – and know I will always have a home and a special family at that curve at the edge of the jungle.

The Re-Update: Getting back up to speed in SC

One minute I can’t believe I have a whole year left, and the next I can’t believe I only have a year left. April 20th will be my halfway point – although I have technically already spent over a year a few degrees of latitude away from the equator. I am entering the countdown portion of my service and trying to plan out my 2011 and 2012. I realize (and apologize) that it has been months since I have posted anything, so here is an update:

I am still living large in the Ecuadorian Amazon between the cities of Tena and Puyo, in the town of Santa Clara. The population in the town is about 3,000 and we have (nearly) all the amenities I could ever ask for. There are about 5 restaurants, depending on the day, and more than a dozen small shops. There is a store about 2 blocks away from my house that stocks all the Ecuadorian essentials: rice, chicken, and cooking oil. There is an internet cafe (photo) – which I will refer to as the time machine because of its circa 1995 blazing speed - about 5 minutes away which has never been operational for more than 5 consecutive days, but it gets the job done... Has this loaded yet?

I really live the good life here and just need to take a look out my window – before the sawmill opens – to see how good I have got it. I live about 100 yards from the river Llandia and 2.6 miles on my running route from the Piatua, one of the most beautiful rivers I have ever seen. That said, things do get tough and my heart strings are tugged at regularly. Overall I try and keep my eyes on the prize and take the bad in stride.

I moved into my own place back in November and am living it up. I have one of the nicest places in town. Tile floor and running water inside! I bought a huge fridge with two doors, and I just installed an electric showerhead in February. That’s right; I now have a hot shower, in the house. The less than good news: there is a family – let’s call them the squatters – who built their house off my back wall. The squatters have five kids and are always yelling in Kichwa – the indigenous language in my community. Getting woken up at sunrise every morning has gotten old, and I still can’t speak Kichwa, but it helps me stay on an early rising running schedule.

Work has been steady, and remains interesting and rewarding. I have been assisting with some agriculture classes at the high school, and have an English class a few times a week with professors from the three high schools in town – teach the teachers. I wrote a grant proposal for a USAID grant to build a nursery with the students, and am subsequently re-writing that grant. I am really looking forward to the grant going through; if it does I will have more than enough work for the next year. If not I will be looking for money to build a nursery until April 2012.

I am still assisting with Runa, the guayusa tea company that I was assigned as my counterpart organization with Peace Corps. I have since moved from an operational role to an investigative. I am pleased with the change, and am designing experiments to identify the best propagation and cultivation techniques for guayusa trees. Interestingly, there is virtually no scientific information regarding guayusa despite its immense popularity in Ecuador. It is a native tree whose leaves are picked, dried, and used to make a super-power tea. I am hopeful that my work will benefit the farmers by uncovering the problems behind a high mortality rates for newly planted trees.

Closing Comment:

No, I am not German, I am from the U.S.

Yes, I have been told I look German (but that doesn’t make me German).

Seriously, still not German.

Sorry for the Delay – I was experiencing technical difficulties

When I returned to Santa Clara after an amazing Ecuadorian Christmas, I unfortunately arrived at a dead computer. After the initial grieving process, a few giant Ecuadorian beers, and reflecting on how lucky I am to have friends like Tim Johnson – who gave me an external hard drive to back up all the important files as a going away gift – I started trying to list the benefits of life without the cord of a computer tying me down.

I was optimistically day dreaming about all the new friends I would meet at the internet cafe and all the time I would save without the distraction of a computer, when my quiet jungle afternoon was interrupted by my neighbors booming Kichwa music. The sound of the keyboard heavy Kichwa dance song in my American ears resonated one thought: life without a computer was going to be challenging.

Besides the cozy comfort a classic American song can provide, I was also going to miss the accessibility of being able to leisurely try and craft up a witty blog post from the comfort of my hammock. Furthermore, when I was assisting the high school in creating a power point presentation to highlight the work we have been doing over the last year at our local town fair, I was feeling really down on my laptop luck as I carried the desktop computer all over town in the merciless equatorial sun.

With super hero status, William Walker came to the rescue and facilitated a brilliant international life-saving mission: Operation Restore Sanity. I am pleased to report: I am blogging from the comfort of my own computer once again - and all the keys are in the right places... ñç¿?