Quito
On April 6, needing a change of scenery, needing to get away from the ever-menacing presence of Tungurahua -- every explosion and rumble put me on the edge, the edge of her crater. Three days on the side of Tungurahua, a week in Banos, had instilled a ‘seige mentality’ in me. I left for the capital city of Quito.
Ah, Quito! A few weeks ago I made a joke to Markus, a German metal-maniac and software programmer (yet another German genius) that gravity must be heavier here in Quito than the rest of the world. I just can’t get the energy to leave! He understood well, having spent a lot of time in Quito himself.
Concerned about becoming seriously sick in my still extra slender condition I swept away all diet/cost restrictions. The more calories a type of food or drink has the better (one German girl said in response “I wish!”). For the last two months I have been voraciously eating anything with sugar, particularly chocoate, in the effort to rebuild my weight. Beers also rank at the top of the list.
Quito, being modern with a moderate climate, user friendly, has thus become a much needed break from the rainforest before I inevitably return to the latter’s midst for more biological astonishment and self punishment.
Visiting the National Museum in Quito I quickly established La Tolita as my favorite ancient Ecuadorian culture (600 BC – 400 AD), with their excellent pottery and symbolisms. They were also the first culture in the world to master platinum, some 2000 years before Western cultures did.
One note about the Puruha peoples, 1200 to 1504 AD, is: “The tutelar gods of the Puruhua were the Chimborazo and Tungurahua volcanos. The coupling of the mountains -- the former masculine and the latter feminine -- generated the Puruhua peoples and the nature of their territory.” Sweet! I always knew Tungurahua was a lady.
Another part of legend states: “Taita Chimborazo and Mama Tungurahua were married, but Mama Tungurahua started to flirt with her dashing neighbour El Altar. Taita Chimborazo struck once angrily with his fist on El Altar, which thereby fell apart completely and since that time Mama Tungurahua, in rage over the humiliation of her lover, spits fire and smoke ...”
(A long time ago El Altar was the highest mountain of Ecuador. A huge eruption almost completely destroyed the cone, leaving 9 snow-capped summits in a horseshoe shape around an enormous crater lake.)
Other things in Quito: the botanical gardens being of interest, the old colonial town was lame (I prefer Guanajuato in Mexico), my favorite church being the gothic styled Cathedral where I sat up in the belfry for 4 hours, dangling my feet over Quito in delight. Also, Mitad del Mundo, the center of the world, at 0 degrees latitude, 0 degrees longitude.
Once in Quito (2800 meters), a week after the climb of Tungurahua, my knee began strangely acting up and the big toe on my right foot went curiously numb. With the knee I could barely walk on flat pavement. This grounded me from further climbing and freed me to drink as many beers in as many discos and bars as I could. As the Christians are fond of saying “The devil loves to fill empty hands.” Ah, may God bless Satan. Forever and ever. Amen.
Volcans Guagua Pichincha, Reventador & Cotopaxi
Testing out my knee, health and stamina since, there have been an additional three volcano climbs completed during my stay in Quito: Guagua Pinchincha (4794 meters), Reventador (3562 meters) and Cotopaxi (5897 meters).
The brief story of the Guagua Pichincha (The Baby) climb is here (April 15-16):
http://www.oocities.org/tsiktsikcs/guagua.html
The Reventador (The Exploder) climb, from journal notes, is here (April 20-24):
http://www.oocities.org/tsiktsikcs/reventador3.html
The Cotopaxi climb, from journal notes, is here (May 6-7):
http://www.oocities.org/tsiktsikcs/cotopaxi2.html
On June 13, for my birthday, I returned to Banos to view the intensified activity of Tungurahua. Hiked from 1800 to 2600 meters. True to pattern the clouds cleared by 4:30pm. Dozens of loud explosions thundered, easily heard from where I sat to view ash clouds.
As darkness approached I began descending to the town of Banos. Upon hearing another significant explosion I turned to look. In the half-light I could see three incandescent rocks -- flaming fireballs -- streaming down the volcano’s side in a spread of some 500 meters. Another explosion, another fireball seen fading in / out as it cascaded down the volcano’s flank. Then the clouds moved in and Tung disappeared.
As the north flank -- the path to the crater -- is the least active for seeing lava / fireballs / projectiles I can only imagine the action the charred west flank must see. Another volcanic first for me provided courtesy of Lady Tungurahua ! Returned to Quito on the 14th.
At this point I do not know when I will depart Quito. But this is nothing knew in the cycles of my travel. I have always pushed the road hard for three to five months, then rested one to three months before the next push. There is Istanbul, Rishikesh, Shanghai, Yogyakarta and more to attest to this pattern. Quito, Ecuador is no different.