Their house is barely defined as a run down shack by North American and European standards; but, to those living there, it is home. Home where one feels safe, warm and the centre of family life. Behind the house is a hole in the ground, their economic means of living.
In rural Colombia, South of Medellin, lies the coal district. There are coal companies; but, much of the coal is mined by the impoverished, who, most often with their neighbours, dig a hole in the back yard and extract coal. They become deep mine shafts, dangerous because of the risk of collapse and coal dust that fills the lungs and bring early death.
Coal ( Carbon) is dug and piled beside the nearby house where a truck comes to pick it up and the miner(s) get paid small sums upon which their family(ies) live.
When walking the dirt road by one of these enterprises an elderly lady invited me into her home and out the back door to show me how they move the coal up from the mine to pile beside the house. I felt her warmth and pride and indicated my respect. They are good people, living the best that they can.
It was the weekend and, as is custom, a trip into town is in order. As I headed back to the city, I noticed that a nearby stream provides the bathwater and a place where the locals clean up.
Yes, there are mining standards in Colombia which are mostly ignored by these poor because they know no other life and the government has no alternative employment for them. And, so it seems will be for the foreseeable future.
Change. It is inevitable and we must deal with it.
We set out as young adults uncertain as to what we want to do or who we want to be. Some people decide fairly quickly. Others, like me, go through life asking what they want to be when they grow up.
I am now 69 years of age and have been having a wonderful life. Sure there have been ups and downs; but, overall, wonderful. Some find a passion to pursue. For years, I searched and search, trying to find my passion. I have done far more things in career and recreation than most. I eventually found it. My passion is trying everything. I am curious about most things and want to have many experiences. I will pursue this passion till my very last breath.
Part of living life’s adventure to the fullest is not getting stuck in a rut. When you tire of something, move on. I know, it is easier to say than do, especially when you have responsibilities such as raising a family. But, do your best. I have never always had the ideal; but, over the long term, I meandered in a desired (Although I did not always know at the time it was desired) direction. There were always roadblocks and detours. But as is always the case, we may overcome them or simply move around and continue.
www.andrehugosplace.com was established to communicate with my friends, new, old and those who I haven’t met yet, that as we move toward or through retirement that there is more than watching television waiting to grow old.
I studied about websites and blogging and got caught up in a rush that I did not want. Most people put up websites and blogs with the aim / hope of making money, so all the guidelines lead to this. Money is nice; but, it is not my motivation and I don’t want the pressures of following in the paths of all those “experts”. As a result, I became dissatisfied with my own efforts. It was not where I wanted to be. For almost a year, I have been ruminating over what I want and where I want to go via the web. In the meantime, I have continued to travel, take photos and work on becoming a better guitar player, etc.
My blog posts and articles will not be as regular as before. They will be at my pleasure and on a wider variety of topics that interest me and, hopefully, you. Please share your thoughts as we live life's adventure together.
Where ? - Puyo, Ecuador
One must help their spouse and my Lady has a private sale property that you or someone you know may be interested in.
50 hectors ( 123 + acres), rectangular, of ecologically virgin land with 40 – 50 year old fine wood trees, a large variety of birds, tigers, tapir, various species of monkeys, extensive vegetation including native orchids and other exotic plants. Road access to the perimeter of the property.
No real-estate agents please!
e-mail: English/Spanish email@example.com
telephone : in Spanish - 593 999552895. English – 593 981252424
Who do YOU know who may be interested. Be sure to tell them
Here is an article about my move to Ecuador at the age of 63 and the events of the first year. I wrote it for another website; but, think that you will enjoy sharing this part of my life with me.
Andre Hugo – Travel Adventure
Not every year of life's experience will be as exciting as my first year here in Ecuador; but, it was a great start; - an example of how life's adventure can come to you if you only take some action.
Ecuador is a great place for travelling. Not only is there so much scenic beauty – Amazon Jungle, Andes Mountains, coastal plain and the Galapagos Islands; and, hotel / hostel room rates are very reasonable. For example, for between $ 50 and $ 100 USD one can normally find very nice accommodation. Of course, you could also pay much higher rates at the international chain hotels. Frankly, I enjoy the many moderately priced locations.
Having said that; I do, too often, find a beautiful looking place on the internet only to discover something far less. That happened to my partner and I this past weekend. The website for the Safari Hosteria in Puyo shows a very nice place at reasonable, Ecuador, prices. We booked with the required advance deposit and struck out from Quito, over the Eastern Andes Mountain range on the 4 plus hour drive to the South East of the country, bordering on the Amazon Jungle.
The trip through the mountains at 0530 – 0630 a.m. is spectacular. The rising sun casts shadows across the panorama, highlighting the ruggedness of the terrain. Early morning clouds float above and/ or below the highway elevations. My lady hung out of the car window, braving the early morning chill, snapping photo after photo, hopeful to capture what her eyes were seeing. Unfortunately, on this trip, there was not time to stop.
The grounds of the Safari Hosteria are beautiful, with well-groomed lush vegetation and colourful flowers. We checked in and were led through the complex, past a volleyball court and very nice swimming pool with a bar (closed throughtout our short time there) to our room in one of the one-story, 3 linked accommodations, scattered across the property.
It was clear from the outside that there was a serious lack of maintenance on the buildings. Old aluminum sliding windows showed their age and window screens were often torn. Rooves looked like they had not been painted in the over twenty years since installation.
We went through three rooms, looking for one that was able to provide running hot water, as advertised. The third room, alas, spouted hot water from the shower, after 15 minutes of the hotel staff rushing around trying to make it happen. The bathrooms in each room that we went to were old and grungy. Where shower stall tiles had been removed to repair piping at some much earlier time, bare cement patching filled the space.
It was not where we wanted to stay. Sadly, the hostel that had once been considered one of the places to stay in Puyo, was no longer. It was worn, tired, dowdy and seriously needing maintenance to assure basic functions. We asked for our deposit back. With or without the return, we were determined not to stay one night there.
Fortunately, the employees are the blessing of the place. The lady at the front desk and those who tried to satisfy us with a decent room did all that they could to make us happy. Disappointed, the owner readily allowed the return of the deposit, and we headed off to find very nice, clean accommodation at the Restaurant and Hotel Jardin. The price was only $ 10 - $15 more; but, jump in quality was significant. Finally, we were happy. It is a place that we will return to on our next visit to Puyo.
Despite care in selection places to stay, unfortunately Ecuador has many disappointments, everyone due to failure to do maintenance.
Safari Hosteria www.hostelsafari.com.ec (Not recommended)
El Jardine http://eljardinrelax.com.ec/ ( Recommended )
We left centre town and followed the coastal road North. Manta, Ecuador, is a rapidly growing city with its’ Oceanside waters filled with boats and ships of all sizes. Cruise ships and ocean going cargo vessels are docked, and others wait in line to birth. Across the water, there are possibly one hundred other boats: recreational power boats; sailboats; fishing boats; and, as I passed, a broken wooden row boat with young boys climbing in and out in the surf. The air became filled with the smell of fish, telling us that we were near the fish market. As soon as the fish is unloaded, skilled hands quickly gut and fillet it, and it is quickly whisked away to waiting food stores.
We didn’t stop, as our target was just beyond, and I was anxious to see the rare sight; - wooden seafaring boats, up to 25 metres in length, being built right on the beach. According to “Ecuador infinito”, one of my favorite high quality magazines, “To build a ship about 25 meters long, 7 wide and 3.5 meters at the strut, costs about $ 400,000 and demands the labor of 16 men for four months.” ( I can never decide when to call a boat a ship; however, make a mistake, and a true mariner will let you know very quickly.)
Impossible to miss from the road; there, on a narrow stretch of beach between the main road and the Pacific Ocean, were the large vessels I was looking for, some being repaired and others in various stages of construction.
Few people were working at the time, only a few men digging around the propeller of a fishing boat that was being repaired.
There are not many places in the world where such craft is still practiced; so, I’ll share some photos with you.
What would you do, if anything, on finding a community longing for education; but, with no school to facilitate their getting it?
My friend, a wonderful lady who dedicates her life to helping people, animals and the environment found herself in such a situation where she lives in the Intag Valley of Ecuador. Here, poverty dictates that youth leave school after grade six to work the fields, etc; to help the family survive. There has been no local school, teachers or government support to help them further. Grace became aware of the strong desire for more education. And, people were willing to commit individually, as community, physically and with all the energy possible; but, without help, they could not make their dream come true.
What did Amazing Grace do? She mobilized the community, government and charities. She created and led a project that included funding projects such as raising and selling pigs, construction, etc. I asked her to tell the story and this is what she wrote.
" Tracy Wilson from The United States and myself, Grace Lush, from Canada have been working over the last 3 years to make this adult education school happen.
Isn't that an amazing story? I should clarify that Grace does all such things and has a wonderful, happy time as well. She has a ready smile and the love of everyone who meets her. How could one not want such a friend?
I've collected a few photos from Grace's school project to show you. ( Photos provide by Grace)
Grace is the Project Administrator of Touch The Jungle in the Intag Valley of Ecuador.
I invite you to learn more about Grace and Touch the Jungle. There is always more to be done and support needed. Will you be ready to help her when she has need?
To read my previous blog entries on the adventures of Grace, go to my blog index and scroll down to Grace.
Lloa is a small, remote village, South of the Pichincha Volcano, which is the Western boundary of the Ecuador Capital, Quito. Like all cities, towns and villages it was built around a church and a central park.
I treasure opportunities to visit such rural areas because there is a purity in their life and struggle.
A local greeted me as I got out of the car and, with much enthusiasm, promoted the fine dining at a near-by restaurant. - Keep in mind that what is fine dining varies in interpretation.
As I circled the park, looking for photo opportunities, I saw an old woman sitting on the sidewalk beside what looked to be a small pile of straw. A younger lady sat on a bench in front of her, and a dog slept nearby. I went and sat on the bench to converse, curious as to what the two were doing.
The two were clearly very poor indigenous people.
The old woman had a ready smile. There was life in her eyes. Her hands were large for a woman, almost as if swollen from years of hard, manual labour. She explained, as she demonstrated, how she took handfuls of wheat and rubbed them against a brick to separate the wheat from the chaff. Then, she picked out each, individual grain that she used for her daily meal or sold if she had a surplus. The younger woman, apparently her daughter, sat with her but contributed little to her mother’s effort.
Imagine spending day after day sitting on the sidewalk picking grains of wheat in order to live. The senior woman was a dear sole who seemed to not think of hardship; but, just got on with her chore. Her congeniality graced her, and I treasured my moments with her.
It took only a few more minutes to walk through the rest of the town before heading on my way. In several places, the sidewalk was appropriated by residents to dry various food grains in the sun. Doing this is common. I’ve seen piles of grain spread on the flat roof of a house and on the side of paved highways around the countryside. Several places also sold raw milk in whatever containers they could find.
It was a good day !
There is much beauty and history to appreciate in the Ecuador sierra – high in the Andes Mountains; the Northern frontier of the Inca Empire; a new world jewel of old Spanish colonialism; and the place closest to the sun than any other on earth. While Ecuador has Amazon Jungle, coastal plains and beaches and, not to forget, the Galapagos Islands, the sierra is where I call home and feel most comfortable.
Recently, my lady and I drove North from Quito past the well-known towns of Otavalo and Cotacachi to the city of Ibarra. For those not familiar with Ecuador, the sierra North of Quito is hot and dry; while to the South there is abundant greenery and temperate climate.
Our plan was to take the train from Ibarra to Salinas and back. (Be careful - There are several towns in Ecuador named Salinas.) Called the Tren de la Independencia (the Independence train); its’ name honours a historic struggle for the country’s freedom and the abolition of the slavery of the early colonial years.
Visitors to Ecuador will notice numerous train routes being promoted as the country re-establishes a railway system that had been allowed to die. The current government has recognized the important role in history that the railway played and the opportunity to contribute further in the tourism program. Riding these rail lines is promoted to provide comfort and spectacular scenery. This was to be the second railway route that I was to travel on. The first was the Nariz de Diablo, further South. I enjoyed that ride and will seek opportunities to explore the other routes when I can.
The old railway station in the centre of Ibarra has been completely renovated and is now a clean, modern facility that any community in the world would be proud to call its own. It serves only the Tren de la Independencia. There are no commuter or freight services.
In demand, tickets must be purchased in advance and picked up at the station no less than an hour before departure. They are inexpensive, and two can take a ride for about $ 40 USD.
Next to the train station is a large mixed, product and produce, market typical in Latin American rural areas. As the train moved slowly out of the station, I took photos of a local character dressed in old, clear plastic sheets and a woman offering goats for sale on the sidewalk. Along the route, security guards riding motorcycles appeared as if by magic to assure safety at railway crossings.
The inside of the car that we rode in was new, clean, comfortable and air-conditioned. A friendly, always smiling, young attendant provided ongoing descriptive and historical dialog in both Spanish and English. A light snack was provided on-route.
The mountainous countryside is arid with lots of sand, few trees, scrub plants, large canyons, bridges high over river gorges and six tunnels through mountain rock. The ride took just over one hour.
Salinas is a small, hot, dry, poor town of 2000 residents in the middle of no-where. They are descendants of colonial slaves, brought from Africa to work cotton and sugar fields. No cotton is produced there today. Sugarcane is the major industry and employer of the town. The railway now employs about 100.
Waiting for our arrival was a local dance group. Bare footed; they shuffled while music pumped loudly through speakers. Colourful dress recalled their heritage. The heat was obviously affecting them; but, one young lady held her head high with pride and gave us her best. During the show, passengers sat on steps in the shade of the station and on chairs under a white canopy. The scorching sun and mosquitoes prompted some to plaster themselves with lotion. Fortunately, mosquitos don't like my blood and I was almost unaware of their presence.
After the dances, tourists were divided into groups to walk through town to a museum, a church, a store where local women sold confections, and to dine at the local restaurant. Construction was rudimentary cement block with little enhancement, indicative of the poverty of the place. Plant life was unseen, with the exception of in the characteristic Spanish colonial park in front of the church. Painted murals on buildings along our path depicted the history of the town and served as decorative art to enjoy.
Though there wasn’t much to see, I appreciated witnessing people making the best of living in a place where I would only want to quickly pass through. The community was doing its best to better its’ situation; was welcoming; and anxious to be the best hosts that they could be. I, particularly, enjoyed the visit to the confection store and speaking with the staff. The museum was room filled with photos of black heroes from around the world who fought for emancipation and respect, with what I thought was, disappointingly, relatively little local content.
After about three hours and sunburn, (I had misplaced my hat) we re-boarded the train for the ride back. Enthusiasm evident on the ride to Salina had faded. Passengers were tired, quiet and, apparently content.
In summary, it was an modestly interesting adventure and I am happy that I took the time to discover the route of the Independence Train.
I love to share my pursuit of life's adventures with my readers. This blog is different. Some writer, anonymous to me, wrote a script that Abbott and Costello would use to have people rolling in the aisles. It is likely that only those over 50 years old will fully appreciate it; ESPECIALLY if they hear the voices of Abbott and Costello as they read. I send a huge THANKS to the author. You have brightened my day.
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