sexta-feira, 16 de junho de 2017

Greenland crossing 2017 (and Iceland)

         English
The trip began with a connection flight in Copenhagen, where a quick (and silly?) drive of almost 300 km took me to the highest point of Denmark: the Møllehøj with just 170,86 meters (173 m. if you climb a tower nearby).
The arrival at Kangerlussuaq was amazing, because it is such a small and simple village. Before meeting all the team (which reveal to be a luxury one with such characters as one Polish that climbed all the 14 eight thousand peaks; a German marathon man that ran around the world and was now starting the North to South Pole run; another German guy that had skied to the South Pole; a British that walked the length of his country in 2 months; and an Irish that snowboarded on the most exotic mountains on Earth) I gathered the guides to arrange and adapt the equipment (pulkas, tents, stoves…). Than I had time to walk up to the plateau for great views (finding rain dears, or caribous, and fluffy white fur balls that were polar rabbits after all).
The expedition itself started on the 9th May, by carrying the pulkas (sledges) on our shoulders from the gravel road end, where the huge bus left us, to the glacier itself (having to jump over a few ‘glacier water lines’). The next 23 days (24 if counting with one resting day at the old American radio station DYE 2 Rave, abandoned since 1989) reveal to be a tough but wonderful experience.
After an exciting start, monotony took place and even made me think about the senseless of such a long crossing (after all, the most interesting days were the 4 or 5 first ones because of the element surprise for such landscape, and the arrival at DYE2, which one could see from a 10 km distance). A shorter trip could also provide such views and emotions. But I was wrong! During that monotony – represented by a slow ascent, almost imperceptible, towards the summit at 2.500 meters (the plateau is actually almost 100 km long) – I had a hard time getting into myself and finding that creativity that pops up when one is absorbed midst of such a powerful environment, possibly because there was someone very noisy in the group. In the great outdoors one learns to respect nature's silence and noises. Anyway, after the summit we started going down, and recovered energies, and sighted some bear tracks (and that same person got a little quieter since after), daily average of skiing progress improved significantly, and we even started to have fun by skiing downhill. And then it all happened: creativity boost, fun, happiness, we could sense the East coast and the goal. And on the last day, thrilling fun, fast descents, amazing landscape, ocean and icebergs, good emotions, energy recover… and the reason for it all!
The group could not give a name to the expedition until the very end: ‘Somebody-forgot-to-tell-me-to-bring-my-swimming-suit Greenland Expedition’ was rejected and the real name became the 'Lost PENGUINs Greenland Crossing 2017 Expedition' (P for Portugal and Poland, ENG for England, I for Ireland and N for Norway). Thank you guides and the fantastic team.
Then came Iceland: amazing waterfalls, but most of all (my purpose) to climb the highest of the country for my ‘highest point of each country of Europe’ project – the tricky and insidious (and unpronounceable), cold, humid, foggy, and full of crevasses, Hvannadalshnúkur (2.110 m).
Tourism in Iceland is a paradox: it has no timings! The sun barely goes down but there is still natural light enough. I saw people playing golf at 11 o’clock in the evening and visiting the Kerid crater after that hour.
The land is green, very green, nothing like Greenland, but with the right name for Greenland. In conclusion: you won’t find any green in Greenland (only ice) and you’ll find a lot of green in Iceland (and also plenty of ice), and it looks the names were changed by mistake (actually the pioneer Vikings made it like that to attract people to colonize the islands).
A long trip (40 days) in short words: 7 flights (2 by helicopter), 570 km walking on snow/skiing on the Greenland ice cap, 3 countries (Denmark, Greenland, Iceland), 8 islands (3 in Denmark, 4 in Greenland), 1 lake (Vifilsstadavatn), 2 summits (Seamens mount and Hvannadalshnúkur), 2 rented cars (1600 km), a few amazing waterfalls… Everything so that something could go wrong. Oh, and more than 1500 photos and 220 videos, and inspiration for 2 new novels! Prepare for some breathtaking photos, next!

Português
A viagem começou com um voo de ligação em Copenhaga, onde uma célere (e tonta?) deslocação de quase 300 km em automóvel me levou ao ponto mais alto da Dinamarca: o Møllehøj com apenas 170,86 metros (173 m. se subirmos a uma torre próxima).
A chegada a Kangerlussuaq foi surpreendente, por ser uma aldeia tão pequena, simples e remota. Antes de conhecer o grupo (que revelou ser de luxo com personagens como um polaco que escalou os 14 cumes de oito mil metros; um alemão que correu à volta do mundo e estava a correr agora entre o Polo Norte e o Polo Sul; outro alemão que tinha chegado em esquis ao Polo Sul; um britânico que caminhou a longitude do seu país em 2 meses; e um irlandês que tinha esquiado nas montanhas mais exóticas do mundo), juntei-me com os guias para arranjar e adaptar algum material da expedição (pulkas, tendas, fogões…). Depois tive tempo para subir até ao planalto para desfrutar das largas vistas e encontrar caribus, e pequenas bolas de pelo branco fofinho que eram afinal coelhos polares.
A expedição propriamente dita teve início no dia 9 de Maio, a carregar os trenós a ombros desde o fim do caminho de terra, onde o autocarro com rodas de tractor nos deixara, até ao glaciar (tendo que saltar sobre algumas linhas de água de forte corrente provocadas pelo derretimento do gelo). Os seguintes 23 dias (24 contando com um dia de descanso na velha e abandonada, desde 1989, estação de rádio norte-americana, DYE 2 Raven) revelaram ser uma dura e bela experiência.
Após um excitante início, a monotonia tomou conta da paisagem e do estado de espírito e até me fez ponderar sobre o sentido de tão longa travessia (afinal, os dias mais interessantes foram os primeiros 4 ou 5, devido à novidade de tal paisagem, e a chegada a DYE2, a qual podia ser observada desde 10 km de distância). Uma viagem mais curta poderia produzir as mesmas paisagens e emoções. Mas estava enganado! Durante aquela monotonia – representada pela lenta subida, quase imperceptível, até ao ‘summit’, a 2.500 metros (o plateau do cume tem na verdade uns 100 km de largura) – tive dificuldade em centrar-me em pensamentos que provocassem a tal criatividade que surge quando estamos absorvidos pelo poder de um ambiente tão envolvente, possivelmente porque havia alguém muito barulhento no grupo, que requeria atenções externas. Na natureza aprendemos a respeitar os seus silêncios e os seus ruídos. Alguns combatiam a monotonia com música enfiada nos ouvidos, mas para mim, estar lá, não é estimular apenas um sentido (o da audição), mas é sim estar com todos os sentidos alerta (não apenas um), é estar com o aborrecimento, com o cansaço, as dores, os sentimentos, as emoções, as pequenas alegrias e as contrariedades… Mas depois do ‘summit’, começámos a descer, e recuperámos energias, e avistámos pegadas de urso (e aquela mesma pessoa ficou um bocadinho mais ‘calma’ depois disso), a média diária do progresso em esqui aumentou significativamente, e até começámos a divertir-nos com as descidas em ski. E então tudo aconteceu: explosão de criatividade, divertimento, alegria, pressentimento da costa Este e do objectivo final. E no último dia, diversão a valer, descidas rápidas, paisagem incrível, oceano e icebergs, boas emoções, energia renovada… e a razão para tudo aquilo!
O grupo não encontrou nome para a expedição até ao final: ‘Ninguém-me-disse-para-trazer-o-fato-de-banho Greenland Expedition’ foi rejeitado e o verdadeiro nome tornou-se 'Lost PENGUINs Greenland Crossing 2017 Expedition' (P para Portugal e Polónia, ENG para Inglaterra, I para Irlanda e N para Noruega). Obrigado guias e fantástico grupo.
Depois veio a Islândia: incríveis cascatas, mas sobretudo (o meu objectivo) a escalada da montanha mais alta do país, para o meu projecto ‘Cumes da Europa’ – a traiçoeira (e impronunciável), fria, húmida, com neblina, e cheia de gretas/crevasses, Hvannadalshnúkur (2.110 m.). A meio caminho passei a 'cavalaria' (ficaram chocados por eu ir solo); no plateau a 1800 metros enfrentei um absoluto white out; a poucos metros do cume esquivei um par de gretas...
O turismo na Islândia é um paradoxo. Não tem horas! O sol mal se põe mas continua a haver luz natural. Vi pessoas a jogar golf às 11 da noite e a visitar a cratera do vulcão Kerid para lá dessa hora. A ilha é verde, muito verde, nada como a Groenlândia, mas com o nome certo para a Groenlândia. Em conclusão: não encontrarás nenhum verde na Groenlândia (significa Terra Verde), só gelo, e encontrarás muito verde nas Islândia (Terra de gelo), ainda que também gelo, e parece que os nomes estão trocados por algum erro (na verdade, os Vikings chamaram Terra Verde à Groenlândia para atrair colonos para a ilha)!
Uma longa viagem (40 dias) em curtas palavras: 7 voos (2 em helicóptero), 570 km cominhando/esquiando na calote polar da Groenlândia, 3 países visitados (Dinamarca, Groenlândia, Islândia), 8 ilhas (3 na Dinamarca, 4 na Groenlândia), 1 lago (Vifilsstadavatn), 2 cumes (Seamens mount e Hvannadalshnúkur), 2 rent-a-car (1600 km), algumas cascatas incríveis… Tudo para algo correr mal mas... nem por isso! Ah, e mais de 1500 fotos e 220 vídeos, e inspiração para 2 novos livros! Prepara-te para algumas imagens de cortar a respiração, a seguir!

Video full version / Video versão completa (10'5''): https://youtu.be/i7Zszrpe6uQ 






































That´s not all folks !!!

Now some photos of Iceland / Agora algumas fotos da Islândia...















segunda-feira, 25 de abril de 2016

South America trails 2015 – my route – part 2/2

My route:
My planned route only considerer Peru, Bolivia and Ecuador (by this order) and, by choice or because of time and budget limitations I have visited only a few of the ‘Highlights’ enumerated before. My basic goals were Machu Picchu (near Cusco, Peru), the Titikaka lake (Peru-Bolivia), and three volcanoes in Ecuador (Chimborazo, Cotopaxi and Cayambe – by then I didn’t know the Cotopaxi would be inaccessible, because it started erupting in August). Any of the other possibilities (the jungle; the Atacama desert, in Chile; the hot springs; the coast…) would be just a happy plus. Besides, I had one important ‘time of the year’ restriction: October is the last good month to visit Machu Picchu (after this starts the rainy season), and December is the starting season to climb volcanoes in Ecuador (the other good season is May-August and in between is no good). So, I tried to go to Machu Picchu at the end of October and start on the volcanoes at the beginning of December, having one month (November) to wander around.

This was my own real route:
Lima (Peru) – Cusco – Salkantay trail to Machu Picchu – Puno – Copacabana (Bolivia) – La Paz – Sajama – Uyuni – S. P. Atacama (Chile) – Arequipa (Peru) – Ica – Lima – Huaraz – Guayaquil/Riobamba (Ecuador) – Baños de Agua Santa – Quito – Cayambe – Otavalo – Papallacta – Quito.   
And this is what happened…


My story:
If you book a hostel in Lima they will give the opportunity to have a taxi waiting for you (at the airport) and drive you straight to their door. This is a good option because there are many stories about taxi drivers robbing tourists. I was advice by many traveller reports that suffering a thievery act in Peru is, at least, to be expected – that is ‘mark of the house’. Fortunately, I was spared to that inconvenience and got through with no problems in Peru but, I was surprised in Ecuador…

From Lima (staying at the central ‘1900 Backpackers Hostel’), I bought a bus ticket (several private bus lines were located close by) straight to Cusco (driving along the night). Connections are good but slow; there are many options and daily departures (the trip takes over 24 hours). Always choose the upper floor (the ground floor is usually very noisy) of a full/half bed bus (the higher prices compensate). On the following morning (after one night at Cusco) I was picked up to join the group heading to the starting point of the Salkantay trail to Machu Picchu. It happened that my alarm clock did not ring (at 7 a.m.) or I didn’t hear it (was too tired?), and the man came shouting through the corridors but I also did not here that. Woke up 30 minutes later and rushed to… I don’t know where! Luckily, the man came to the hostel once again, later on, and everything got back on track.

Salkantay is a sort of Inca Trail (organized some 20 years ago because the real Inca trail was getting too crowded), that starts at a small mountain village and leads you to Aguas Calientes, after 4 days of trekking (the Inca trail takes 2 or 3 days to arrive at the same spot; distances are shorter and does not go so high up on the mountains). It offers much better views than the Inca trail (you lose a few ruins on the way, though) at a very affordable price. It is worthwhile!

This was my impression of Machu Picchu if you do not count on with those 30 minutes going up (should I say running up) from Aguas Calientes (the bridge pass opens at 8 am) to the entrance of the Machu Picchu ruins (opens at 9 am) – you can also take a minibus later on and arrive at about 9 o’clock (but me and 2 traveler partners were the first on the entrance, just for the fun of it) – and the noisy American tourists: If you find a calm spot and relax for half an hour, in front of that magnificent scenery, absorbing the whole atmosphere, you’ll find this ‘once in a life time experience’ much more interesting than to just hassle and running around trying to take a picture of every single corner. On the other hand, consider this basic conclusion: “Machu Picchu comes rapped in a pack that offers only two alternatives: either rain or mosquitoes!” (quotation marks represent my posts on facebook).

From Aguas Calientes (also full of mosquitoes), on that same evening, we took a train to another village (2 hours away), where a minibus drove us back to Cusco. On the following morning I took a bus to Puno (on the way to Bolivia) and stopped over for the night so I could take a boat (the next morning) to visit some of the totora floating islands in the middle of the Titikaka Lake. I had planned 2 nights in Puno, but I got this strange feeling... people were not nice... so I´ve decided to leave as soon as possible. Colours at the Uros islands are awesome, and the way they live... and the water temperature was not so low for a dive, on that sunny day at 3.800 meters above sea level (the highest navigable lake in the world), so that is what I did! The Uro people looked for refuge on the Titicaca Lake when they were persecuted by the Incas and that is how they have established there definitely. This tour took around 3 hours (better to buy a ticket there, directly, and pay around 7 dollars, rather than accepting offers that agencies will through at you at Lima, or Cusco, or other cities – you may contact Rober at titikakaurosadventure@gmail.com or go directly to their office at Av. Titicaca, 461, near the harbor). That same day another bus took me to Copacabana (142 km away, through a nice scenery overseeing the lake), the first little town you will find when crossing the border to Bolivia. Here I found a beautiful sunset on the beach; a very active market in the evening; local gastronomy (be careful on that), and a different feeling... (plenty if hostels there). The people you saw in big city streets dressing in a traditional fashion, the peasants, here at Copacabana they are the business owners, so they are everywhere, and it is funny to be attended by them at any shop. There are a few tours to do (like crossing the ‘isla del sol’ on foot, starting on the ‘sacred rock’), but I decided to keep on going. From Copacabana to La Paz it takes a few hours (150 km on bad roads that are being repaired), counting with a water crossing on a raft (each raft take one bus or several cars).  


Photos: Titicaca Lake
What about “La Paz, the city of bricks? Asphyxiating chaos or strategic point of departure (20 years ago the city did not have asphalted roads and now, since 2013, it benefits from 3 cable-cars, and another 4 are planned – the best way to move yourself inside such a tight city)?” La Paz was a surprise: first, because you think you got there, but you still keep driving for a long time inside the city (which is, in fact, El Alto); until you reach a spot where you can watch, down there, the real La Paz, la hoya (the pan), because it lays on a hole, the color of bricks, immense, surrounded by rocky and snowy mountains, and that feels suffocating; last, because one actually learns to move around (the city center), and you get to know the offers for tours that are not so far from the city, and that does not feel so suffocating anymore.

I got to the city centre on a holyday, everything being closed and crowds filling the streets, especially near the cemetery (bus left us there because it could not go through). Had to walk a bit to find my hostel (Pirwa: very well located) and had to wait for the next day to get good information and start planning the next tours. That was when I found out about the many mountains, the jungle, the salted desert, the death road downhill on mountain bike, among others (to mention only the ones that caught deeper my attention). Unexpectedly, I found a cheap opportunity to climb Pico Austria (on my own), Chakaltaya (couldn’t miss it because it represented the center of a study about glacier melting in South America: http://glacierwatch.blogspot.com), Wayna Potosi (wonderful final climb), and so I did it (I´ve used mostly the services of Juan Carlos, www.climbingbolivia.com)! On the other hand my time limitations started ticking – this was in the beginning of November and I had to be in Ecuador before the end of the month to make sure I had time to climb three volcanoes; but I still had to accomplish my other options: the Sajama volcano (quite expensive to organize because it laid a bit out of hand; and the unmissable ‘salar de Uyuni’ (3 days tour on a jeep, through a salted desert, and the Dali desert, that costs around 700 BOB, less than 100 USD).
 
Danger: this picture (Sajama hot springs) may cause severe 'envy' on certain people…
 

Uyuni was impressive! A revelation for photographers (despite the driver and that the conditions of comfort were not the best – make sure that you visit the trains museum and that you do not use the agency Sandra Travels but, instead, one that owns their own jeeps): the lakes, the flamingos, the conical volcanoes, the ice-capped peaks, the sand extensions, the geysers, the hot springs, the rock formations... The Uyuny salted desert is located on the south-west of Bolivia (at 3.700 m. of altitude), bordering Chile. It has a surface of around 12.000 km², and is the biggest in the world. The tour crosses the salar, stopping on an island of cactus (Incahuasi Island, or the ‘house of the Inca’) and other deserts (like Dali and Silaba deserts); it reaches an altitude of 4.700 meters; and includes two national parks.

Photos: geysers & ‘rock tree’



 
Bolivia has a huge potential for tourism. The landscapes and the possibilities for active tours are countless! The structural investment is missing, in order to offer a service with a minimum quality desired. In Bolivia, keep religiously safe the National Park entrance tickets (together with your money and passport): park rangers will ask for it when leaving the parks and, because they are so ‘square’, it won’t be enough to them that you indicate that you have entered on Monday at 11:40, as stated on the manual registration you have filled when you got in. The entrances are expensive (between 100 and 150 BOB, bolivianos, approximately 15 to 22 US dollars). In Ecuador, on the other hand, it is common that you register and pay nothing. The curious thing being that, when leaving the park, you may not find any rangers watching, which makes the entrance registration to lose its sense, or demonstrates that the registration will turn into a mere statistic and not into a form of safety control of your life.

Before finishing the tour back in Uyuni, we had the option of leaving the jeep at the border with Chile (still in the Eduardo Avaroa National Reserve of Andean Fauna), to keep on going (there are bus connections) to San Pedro de Atacama. I asked to be left at Laguna Verde, and so I’ve climbed the Licancabur volcano (before heading to the border on the next morning)... Then, came Atacama, a nice village that offers a special atmosphere and plenty of activities for 2 or 3 days. But the Chilean peso got quite expensive and I decided to skip the Atacama desert and lagoons (not without regretting) and went for a half day tour to the hot springs, closer by.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Photo: Atacama hot springs

“A recent pic on FB stated: "I don't need therapy. I just need to go to the mountains...". Well, Wayna Picchu (2.682m), Chakaltaya (5.421m), Pico Austria (5.328m), Huayna Potosi (6.088m), Sajama (6.542m), Licancabur (5.916m), in 14 days... What a heck, I must be a quite a balanced guy!!!”




Photos (around La Paz): 2x Austria Peak; 2x Wayna Potosi 

On that same afternoon I took a bus, via Arica, back to Peru (Tacna), and then another one to Arequipa (a long and unpleasant trip, during the night and half the next day). At Arequipa, under the sights of the appealing volcano El Misti (which I’ve skipped because I needed to rest and do some laundry), I’ve stayed 2 nights at the new and highly recommendable hostel at calle Puente Grau (plenty of offers around that area).

"Todo es posible. Nada es seguro" (bolivian saying). Nothing is safe, particularly if related with computers: my memory card with thousands of photos got infected in one of them (Arequipa). At La Paz, because many things are ‘unsafe’, I was hit by some stomach virus that left its trace through the next many days. On the mountains though, one finds improbable friendships.”

 Photo: with Japanese friends

Then, I kept going north, stopping at Ica for the sandboarding and buggy tour (if you stop there, do not miss the town museum which holds a collection of strange stones with ancient inscriptions that are suppose to reveal the existence of on old civilization). And back to Lima to reorganize and restore myself. On the way to Ecuador I found time only to stop at Huaraz, the starting point of many trekking and mountain tours, including the highest and famous Huascarán - but it was not the season anymore. The city is too busy and I only climbed up to the disappointing Wilcacocha lake (excellent views, though) before deciding to leave. From here I had to go to Chimbote and from there I could not find a direct connection to Ecuador, so, once again, more buses... 


“Hi & bye to Salar de Uyuni (world's biggest salted desert - Bolivia), highlight of this tour which allows amazing pics; bye to Atacama (Chile); bye to Arequipa, and El Misti volcano (which I did not climb); hi again to Lima and to stomach trouble; bye to Huaraz & hi to Riobamba (Ecuador), and Chimborazo volcano, after more than 30 hours on 4 buses with remote comfort...”. When arriving at Guaiaquil (which, according to the news is quite a violent city) bus terminal I heard a man shouting “Riobamba”, so I took that other bus without resting. Riobamba was the starting point to climb Chimborazo, the highest in Ecuador.

“Yesterday my hostel room shacked... It was an earthquake! Not as strong as the one in south Peru but here at Riobamba we have an active volcano right next door: the Tungurahua (5.029m) is active for 17 years (people aren't allowed to approach). The iconic Cotopaxi turned active in August 2015 (who knows for how long!) and climbing it is not allowed any more (it was on my list). Let's try Cayambe (5.800m), the only volcano at the 0º latitude... But before that, next stop is Baños (hot springs)!”

Baños de Aguas Santas was not on my ‘list’. I just heard of it along the way. It was a nice surprise, a small town the way I like it (stayed 3 nights there, sharing room with 2 American rafting guides from Colorado whom I met on Chimborazo). Several options for restoring hot springs, magnificent waterfalls under the shade of Turungaua volcano, and more, were available. Don’t miss it!
 

It was December, and I keep going north, to Quito. This city would be the center of my next tours, to the mountains and hot springs (and perhaps to the jungle).

“I’ve installed myself at the Cayambe hostel, on the Cayambe (Equador) town, at the base of the Cayambe volcano, in the National Park Cayambe-Coca! The volcano is in the pocket and was dedicated to my dear friend Nuno Marques on the eve of his birthday.” After the Cayambe I’ve returned to Quito and from there I did only 3 other tours, all of them very worthwhile: to the hot springs of Papallacta (3 nights); to Otavalo market and Cuicocha lagoon (1 night); to the Pichincha peak (day tour next to Quito).






Photos: 3x Chimborazo; 3x Quito
 
“It was supposed to be a soft hike of 2 to 3 hours to the Pichincha summit (4.696m), but mountains reserve you this sort of surprises, and the typical Ecuadorian misinformation even more. ─ «Have you descent the 'paso de la muerte'?!», asked an American woman, fully roped, in a surprised tone. «I don’t know! I’ve unclimbed the East crest…», said I. «Yes, that is the 'paso de la muerte'!". No wonder people die in that exposed route (for those who do rock climbing it turns rather stimulating), but the information about the difficulty is inexistent (another negative point to Ecuador).”


My impressions:
If the ‘mark of the house’ in Peru is that one gets robbed (like several travellers testimony), in Ecuador the ‘mark of the house’ is the misinformation: Ecuadorians deceive on purpose (with bad intentions) or negligence, or disinterest, or by pride (to hide that they don’t know). The fact is they lie a lot! They lie through every skin pore (I’m not exaggerating, unfortunately the examples are abundant): they can be miserable when they sell you a pepperoni pizza without the pepperoni; when they ‘forget’ to give you back the change; when they sell you an entrance to visit natural water pools without telling you those are empty; or when they don’t make any signs along the trails that lead you to the popular Pichincha, to inform you that the path you are about to take can be deadly! However, it was in Ecuador (arriving at Quito) that I’ve experienced a theft situation, followed by a scene frequent on an action movie: while inside the bus I took notice that my jacket was no longer on the shelf; in a few seconds I’ve checked around and ran to the driver who pointed me the only people (two young men) that had left on the bus stop. I have no idea if it was my prompt intervention – 50 meter sprint into the void, jumping over street vendors, followed by a police woman with her hand on the gun (who was telling me she had to call for backup) – or the eventually menacing looks on the approach to the vehicle I supposed he was entering, the fact is the little thief abandoned my jacket over a taxi trunk. Untouched! Inside the pocket, still the mini video camera with more than 300 short videos...     

The Bolivian also lies, perhaps not so much by negligence or habit (like an Ecuadorian) but more by economic interest, that is to say, to obtain an advantage over something he/she does not possess: he/she can offer you a business in which the product/service offered does not correspond exactly to the reality… I’ve heard British people stating that sarcasm is the ultimate form of humor. In Bolivia they lie purportedly by need but, in Ecuador it seems they pretend to elevate misinformation to some sort of art form.

 






 
 
 
 
 
Photos: La Paz (1st); 2x Puno
 
Peruvians are so lazy that, when it is raining, they don’t even turn on the wipers of their vehicles, until you can no longer see a thing (maybe thinking they are saving energy that way). Also, in that country you can hardly get a cold drink: inside the freezers (disconnected) they keep other things… However, quite often, their hands fall heavily over the horn button of their vehicles. They honk for any apparent reason, in an automatic, and not rational, gesture. In these aspects one notes the differences between them and Ecuadorians, considered a little bit more ‘developed’. In Ecuador, only taxi drivers abuse of the horn, to call the attentions for potential clients – only that everybody is potential, even if improbable.  

“Ecuadorians might lie through every pore of their skin but what they say about the beauty of the Cuicocha lagoon (photo), is pure truth!”

Photo: Cuicocha lagoon

“La Paz, has the color of house bricks over a rocky mountains bottom. Quito is colorful, over a green back of the hills that encircle it. Lima is flat and the horizon is at a few meters distance. Fog is common, and adding to it, there is a strong atmospheric and acoustic pollution (honking is uninterrupted).”
 

My message to Rafael Correa, the President of Ecuador:
Do you want to upscale your country to an exponent of Sustainable Tourism (like he stated on one speech)? The efforts taken by the Ministry that holds National Parks, can be seen. But intentions are not enough, it takes education! The first step to take should be to renovate the bus fleet operating in Quito, the main source of visible (and felt) pollution at the capital city. Along the way, you should provide better training to your drivers because most of them drive like crazy, with contempt for the other users (pedestrians and drivers), and an incomprehensible voraciousness. By the way, I´ve burst out laughing when I saw the sign, well at the city centre, “Cuide su vida, utilice el paso cebra”: nobody ever respects that sign, and even less the bus and taxi drivers, meaning your biggest problem, at the moment, Mr. President, is to educate your population! Achieve it, and you will get you sustainable tourism!


Buses & agencies & hostels:
Bus: CIVA and Cruz del Sur, both work in an automatic way by keeping you entertained with video films non-stop and loud and low-quality music (this is why the duct tape) but both of them connect Peru and Ecuador. For night trips choose semi-cama seats (160º), the full bed seats always located on the ground floor are too noisy (other buses could be even less comfortable). Just for the record: one CIVA bus had a deadly accident on the high roads of Peru (April 2016), 5 months after I had used that line.

Agencies: Titikaka Uros Adventure (Puno) works Titikaka and Puno tours.

Climbing Bolivia (La Paz): expensive but accomplisher.

Julio Verne (Riobamba): the Dutch girl at the store reception is not very friendly but she’s more serious than others.
 

Hostels I’ve stayed at (and to which I would return to, exception made to Pirwa in Puno) with the condition that in some cases one should not expect much from the information given by the staff:

Hostels in Lima: 1900 Backpackers Hostel

Hostels in La Paz: Pirwa hostel;

Hostels in Quito: Casa Kanela; Hostel Galapagos:


No way:
Iberia (flights) – better pay more and use other company that takes better care of your luggage and has an effective costumer-relations department (like KLM or Lan Chile);

Sandra Travels (Uyuni) – it is not guaranteed that other company will accomplish the service promised but this one sure won’t.


Video:
As a result of this great trip of 45 days, I’ve managed to prepare an abbreviated video of less than 13 minutes (with traditional Andean music). It will also give you an idea…
This is part 1 (2'50):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pVscWVrENw&feature=youtu.be
This is part 2 (4'42)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkzseDtp-Yw&feature=youtu.be
This is part 3 (4'37):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=roba6A_y41I&feature=youtu.be

ENJOY & HAVE FUN!