Investigating the equator

This summer we went to Tennessee to see the total eclipse of the sun, an amazing experience that words fail to describe. This has spurred me to be more curious about the solar system and the glories that we take for granted. So, it’s off to Ecuador, to learn about the equator! (You’re not imagining it; the country was named after the equator itself. I probably learned that in school, but I forgot it along with a lot of other amazing stuff.)

We landed at Quito, and the altitude in the Andes started immediately kicking my butt. It took 3 days until I got my energy back. Climbing off the couch, we went exploring with our new AirBNB friends such as Becca, touring the ancient city center.

Steep streets of old Quito, as storms roll in

We were just in time to observe the Day of the Dead. Families went to pay their respects at the cemeteries, while we indulged in traditional snacks. The bread snacks were fairly bland, but the piping hot colada morada was a keeper, thick, sweet and fruity.

Guaguas (bread babies) and hot Colada Morada

We joined up with a full-day bus trip to the famed street markets at Otavalo. This trip is known for those markets, but along the way we saw so much more. First stop was Cayambe, a scientific research site that is actually right on the equator. As we will see later, that’s… unusual.

Matt and Deb straddle the hemispheres

Here we heard a barrage of Very Cool science! stuff, including a compelling case for rotating our view of the globe by 90 degrees, so the equator runs from top to bottom. My inner geek was bouncing up and down with joy. I really *got* the fact that every day on the equator has 12 hours of light and 12 hours of dark. And how amazing is it, that on 2 days of the year, every place on the planet has virtually the same 12 dark/12 light combination. That’s why it’s called the equinox. Simple facts that we may have learned in 2nd grade, but when I go back and immerse myself in this as an adult, it just moves me. For a whole lot more coolness, check out their website.

The science of our planet’s equator

Also, from this location you can gaze upon Cayambe volcano. It’s the only spot on the entire equator that has snow on it 100% of the year.

Cayambe volcano: snow at the equator

Onward, with beautiful vistas and people along the way.

A boy and his llama
San Pablo Lake and Imbabura Volcano

The guide arranged for a local woman to join us on the bus and explain all the detailed points of the Quechua women’s daily apparel. Everything from the gold color of the necklace representing the sun, to the way they tie back their hair, was meaningful.

Quechua woman in traditional apparel

The Otavalo market is where tourists go to get beautiful local crafts, from fabrics to furniture. We spent 2.5 hours there, and most wished it was longer. Price haggling here isn’t as aggressively cutthroat as in, say, southeast Asia, but you still have to do it. I found that if I simply asked “Puede ser mas barato?”, then yes, it could be cheaper, and the expected price (or thereabouts) was offered up.

Otavalo market
Otavalo market spices
We shared a laugh

The following Saturday we went touring with our AirBNB host Jacobo, his girlfriend Juicy, and fellow roommate/blogger/travelers Lexie and Josh. We were going to see the “other” equatorial sites. But first, another volcano, and a sweet treat.

Pululahua volcano; it will erupt again
Mousse break

The Temple of the Sun is a beautiful site, though to be fair it is only a modern representation of ancient times. Here we were presented with a pseudo-scientific “demonstration” about how your body becomes stronger if you hold magical crystals in your hands. I did find the aromatherapy session calming, so I bought a small vial of eucalyptus oil. The massive internal sundial was impressive.

Temple of the Sun, about 1 PM

Onward to Mitad del Mundo, a lavish presentation of the equator that alas, isn’t actually on the equator. It was the best they could estimate it back in the 1700s.

Ciudad Mitad del Mundo (not the actual equator)

At the top of the monument is a massive globe.

The world turned on its side; a new perspective

We went off to find the actual equator, and came to the privately-owned Intinan Museum, purporting to be on the equator. After we paid our $4 entry fee I used Google Maps to verify that we were at zero-zero-zero, and something just wasn’t right. You can see on my phone, it says we had to walk 10 minutes to get to the equator. What the heck? (Blue dot equals my location, red pin equals 0-0-0.)

at Intinan Museum (also not the actual equator)

Here you get to see some interesting exhibits about ancient Ecuadorian culture and crafts, and then you get a pile of woo. For example, you can balance an egg on the head of a nail. Is it because you are on the actual equator? Nah, you can do this at home. But it’s quite exciting as you get sucked into the woo!

Balancing a raw egg on a nail

This is a fun photo op.

Nope, not really the equator either

Lastly, and with great excitement, the guide demonstrates how the Coriolis effect “makes” water swirl in different directions. She starts with a tub of water, poised above their equator line, and gently pulls the plug. The water goes straight down the drain! Then she walks the tub and bucket a few feet to the north, pours the bucket into the tub, and the water goes down spinning to the right. Lastly, she takes the tub and bucket to the south of the “equator line”, and now the water goes down spinning to the left. I had to review my videos below a couple of times to see the trickery: when she dumps the water into the tub she does it from the side, creating the swirling motion prior to pulling the plug. Clever magic!

Artistry in Bali

The island of Bali, Indonesia has many charms to attract us to visit, and maybe even stay; more and more western expats are making their homes here. One part of the beauty is the handmade carvings that are abundant on the island.

Window on our room at Ubud Bungalows

Our traveling “nieces” Cindy and Toulla took us to Wayan’s woodworking shop on the waterfront in Padangbai, where the senior artist showed us some of his beautiful handiwork. All of this work is done solely by hand, with a mallet and a set of handmade blades, sandpaper, and saws.

Balinese Om carving
Painted wood carving at Wayan’s shop, Padangbai
Carved coconuts at Wayan’s shop, Padangbai
Cattle head, carved by hand

Later, near Ubud we toured a woodworking center. There they explained the 4 major types of wood that are used. Cheaper, lightweight wood articles are soft and often will split into pieces as the years go by. It’s best to buy from reputable artists.

Wood carvers at work
Wood carving in progress

We went to Five Art near Ubud for a day of art lessons. Matt worked on his Om carving for 6 hours, and we gained an appreciation for the hard work that goes into these pieces.

Matt works on his carving at Five Art, Ubud

While he created his carving I learned to do batik on cloth. In the end we both were exhausted, and delighted with our creations.

Wood carving and batik at Five Art

Hoi An, the old and new

When we planned our trip to Vietnam I wasn’t sure which cities to visit. Hanoi and Saigon are the big-name cities, but for a beautiful experience of the real Vietnam, the number one place to go is Hoi An. Its Ancient Town section is yet another stop at a UNESCO World Heritage Site; there are 8 in Vietnam.

Most of the silk lanterns made in Vietnam are made right here. They come in a variety of shapes and sizes. Some are also hand-painted.

The city is famous for its Vietnamese lantern makers

The tailors of Hoi An are legendary, and the streets are full of options. Our esteemed tour group, Intrepid Travel, recommended Blue Eye Tailors for mid-range prices, or A Dong Silk Tailors, the shop which fitted up the guys on the episode of Top Gear- Vietnam. If you can envision an item, pull up an image from the Internet or find one in their books, they will measure you up and construct the item in one day. Silk, cotton blend or leather items are popular.

Hoi An’s famous tailors use garish clothes to draw attention

Hoi An’s Ancient Town is a well-preserved example of early port cities along the seacoast.

the Japanese bridge
Brides and grooms come to Hoi An for unique photos
simple beauty in Ancient Town
Street display in Ancient Town
stopping for a chat

Here and in other places in southeast Asia you can take cooking classes. We were fortunate to be tutored by Chef Hai, who was a strict but educational taskmaster.

Cooking class with the owner at Green Mango
learning to cook at Green Mango
nightly floating of the lanterns

On the second day we elected to go exploring on our own. The hotel staff pointed out a Buddhist pagoda very close by, and as it turned out we were the only tourists there among a very small staff of monks. The religious sites here in Asia are often very beautiful, and here we strolled in peaceful silence, enjoying the ambience of this special place.

Chuc Thanh Pagoda
at the pagoda
Watering can and bridge
Lady Buddha, Quan Am, with a cleansing vase

 

Details from a garden wall at the pagoda
Chinese guardian lion, AKA foo dog

Two nights here was not enough, and we didn’t even get to see the beaches. I would love to return here for more exploration.

Can we do that in Mexican now?

(a story of how you do a birthday party, in 3 cultures and multiple generations.)

This is Chava. Happy birthday Chava! We introduced him to you in our prior blog on Couchsurfing, the organization we both belong to. His sister spilled the beans on the fact that this is his nickname.

Happy birthday, Salvador!
Happy birthday, Salvador!

Urbandictionary.com definition: “Chava is the born-nickname given to people in Mexico whose real name is Salvador. This nickname was set on stone when you were named Salvador.”

From my prior conversations with friends here in Mexico I hear that there is a widespread fascination with slang words that begin with CH. For example, a person who was born in Mexico City is a Chilango. (Just yesterday I saw a street argument between car drivers, where one called the other a Chilango. Back home we have our own terms, for Chicagoans; but I digress.) There are books devoted to this; for example check out El Chingonario on Facebook.

After we met him he invited us to his birthday party. It was hosted and cooked for by (our new friend) Loretta from Florida, who moved to Juriquilla in July. Here is Loretta preparing the awesome barbeque:

Loretta at work
Loretta at work

Juriquilla was a small exclusive suburb north of Queretaro, centered around a gorgeous lake. Over the last few years it has morphed into a larger subdivision, with rolling hills studded with gated communities, all of which are painted white. There is a stark contrast between life in Juriquilla and life in downtown Q. In Juriquilla your home is new, your streets are new, you are snugly enfolded inside of a gated town. You have a car, and you drive to the stores. It feels very much like life in the States. In downtown Q, you may choose not to have a car; if so you walk a lot (5 miles a day, for us.) Your home is old, centuries old, and there is always something that needs a bit of fixing. You buy your things from small bodegas and/or from the ancient mercado/market. (Occasionally you run to Costco, where you will see your friends from Juriquilla. Most of us love Costco.) You can fall sideways into a cheap “comida corrida” (food on the run) restaurant, and spend $3.50 for a complete meal. But you run the constant risk of twisting an ankle on the cobblestone streets and sidewalks, and there is always the doggie doo-doo to watch out for. Moving between Juriquilla and downtown is like moving between countries, there is a big difference.

Salvador’s family and friends were there when we arrived, and they greeted us warmly. After drinks and conversation the food was ready and so were we. The spread of meats and salads was fantastic, and we all chatted away merrily.

dinner

At Chava’s party we sang Happy Birthday 4 different ways. First, there was the traditional USA way. Next, we sang the old traditional Mexican version, Cumpleaños Feliz.

After that we sang Las Mañanitas, a beautiful song that played on the radio station 90.9 FM every morning at 7 AM as my coworker Monica and I rolled into the workplace here in Q. Here are the translated words from Wikipedia:

This is the morning song that King David used to sing.
Today being the day of your saint, we sing it to you.

Wake up my dearest, wake up, see now that the day has dawned
the sparrows are singing, the moon has finally set.

How lovely is this morning, when I come to greet you
we all come with joy and pleasure to congratulate you.

The very day you were born all the flowers first bloomed
and in the baptismal font all the nightingales sang.

The dawn has come my darling, and the sunlight is here for us.
Rise up and shine with the morning and you’ll see that here’s the dawn.

Then we did the African-American version. Who knew? Not me. Check it out, move up to the 1:32 mark for a snippet:

After that we relocated the furniture out to the walls and started line dancing. First, party dances led by our African American friends: Cupid Shuffle, Electric Slide, etc. Then, Matt and I taught 2 line dances from our dance group: Uptown Funk, and Shut Up & Dance. Last, our Mexican friends broke out a line dance that was so energetic I had to stop to catch my breath. What an awesome exchange that was!

Line dancing the night away
Line dancing the night away

When the karaoke started I was tempted to join in, but it was time to call in an Uber driver and make our way back downtown. How very fortunate we are to find such warm, loving people who have opened their homes and hearts for us!

New friends. Thanks for the memories!
New friends. Thanks for the memories!

Mercado de la Cruz

Matt at the mercado

We shop at the mercado (market) almost every day. This feels like real Mexico to me, a wondrous panoply of sights, sounds and smells. People are helpful and kind, though we are hampered by our limited Spanish and almost no one speaks English. But we still manage to buy our fruits and the occasional other bits and pieces, with smiles and gesturing filling in the gaps.

dried shrimps; and cinnamon sticks
flowers
one of the flower vendors on his way to his stall
tomatoes and avocados
hanging meats and smoked cheeses
mangoes and peppers
Mercado de la Cruz
frozen crustaceans and octopus