Scary On

Travel involves sightseeing, photo clicking, creating memories and shopping for knickknacks which include everything from cheesy touristy tees to local food and handicrafts.  Shopping is always a fun activity for us. I enjoy the bargains, the colors and everything else (spoken like a true woman right?) and he enjoys the culture and the history behind every item being sold.

Any guide book about Ecuador will talk about Otavalo – located in the valley surrounded my volcanic mountains – Imbabura, Cotacchaci, and Mojanda. Quite a location. All 3 volcanoes are inactive or dormant but they are not considered extinct. The drive from Quito to Otavalo is amazing. We pass through the windward and then the leeward side of the mountains so there is the fertile land and the dry land.

All along the way there are small towns and villages filled with craftsmen and women who spend their time making fabulous craft items using their hands and traditionally on Saturdays these craftsmen make a trek to the market at Otavalo with their wares. Over the years, the Otavalo market has grown and these days it is open all around the week. We were warned that the Saturday market gets too crowded and it is better to hit the Otavalo market on a weekday and that is what we did.

Our first stop that day was at the village of Calderon. This village is known for its bread dough figurines. Traditionally on the “Day of Dead” the people from Calderon make bread figures and take it to the graves of the departed as a mark of remembrance. Today, the bread dough is crafted just like clay into various shapes and with a touch of color make wonderful gifts from Ecuador. We were lucky to watch a local woman demonstrate her crafting skills and I did try my hand at crafting and as expected was a big failure.

Heading beyond Calderon, we pass the village of Guyilabamba and reach Cayambe. This stretch is the agricultural area, the land is doted with greenhouses filled with Ecuadorian roses. Ecuadorian roses are well known around the globe and there are a lot of issues related to the use of fertilizers, chemicals on the flowers and the working conditions at the greenhouses. Cayambe is known for what are called biscochos – flaky biscuits/bread. Yummy and kind of like the varkis we get in Ooty. Just past Cayambe is the equator where cheesy tourists like us clicked goofy pictures with one foot on each hemisphere – cheesy but a memory.

In Otavalo after checking into our Hacienda on the lake we were ready to hit the shops. With serious advise from our guide to bargain we get set. The color, the activity and the life at the markets blew us away. It is a sight worth cherishing forever.

Ever tried bargaining without knowing the language? We spoke no Spanish or any of the local dialects the were used but I had a ball bargaining and buying beautiful handbags, sweaters, jewelery and all kinds of handicrafts.

So here is how my usual bargaining process goes on,

Step 1: I spot something I fall in love with (which happens at every second stall in the area)

Step 2: I point it out to the husband

Step 3: He inquires about the price of the item in a mix of English and sign language

Step 4: The shopkeeper responds in sign language using his/her fingers.

Step 5: I start shaking my head and making signs of moving away

Step 6: The husband moves away as if to say I do not know this crazy woman (This happens simultaneously with Step 5)

Step 7: I quote a much lower price in English and the shopkeeper pulls out either a piece of paper or calculator and I write down or punch my price for the item

Step 8: The shopkeeper clears out my price and quotes his/her best offer

Repeat Step 7 and 8 till we reach a deal

Step 9: Pay, collect the item and catch up with the husband who still does not understand the simple pleasure of bargaining and shopping

We spent the night at PuertoLago with the view of the mountains, llamas and the lake. We also did wake up at 5am on Saturday to visit the animal market. Unfortunately we had no plans to buy a hog or some cattle in Otovalo but it was fun watching the negotiations and enjoying a slice of the Ecuadorian tribal life.

I have done whale watching in Hawaii and New England and it has been fun. But the whale watching in Galapagos took it to another level.

It was another breakfast aboard Athala (the luxury yacht  we were on) and after a rather tiring morning at Fernandina Island we sat lingering over cups of freshly brewed coffee and watermelon juice when Jorge our naturalist/guide on board barged in with news that some whales have been sighted.

Cameras ready we moved to the sun deck to catch sight of the whales. We saw them as every tourist does far off as they came up at regular intervals. Our guide helped us identify and differentiate between the killer whales – orcas and the other kinds of whales making a kill in the rich waters off the coast of Galapagos. Just when I my mind goes “oh well it is the same stuff I saw off the big cruise ship in Hawaii”, our guide calls out for all of us to the muster station.

Before I could realize what was actually happening we were on small rubber boats (dinghys), wearing life jackets and speeding towards the whales – the orcas specifically. Let me get it out right at the beginning, not all guides do this. The liability is high, it is scary and probably unsafe. But we did it as our guide was very experienced. I admit I was scared and at times really wondered what will happen if the small dinghy we were on in the middle of the Pacific just overturned and there I was in the middle of nowhere with just 20 people (the crew and tourists on the yacht) watching nature do its work without interruption. I scan the horizon in all directions – nothing – there is no one in sight – the island in the yonder seems to be closed land surface and my guide informs that the island like many in Galapagos belongs to the conservancy and has restrictions on who can land and when.

The excitement ran high and there were around 6-8 tourists in our dinghy, the guide and a dinghy driver (?) who powered the dinghy with his eyes on the sky. Yes! You read it right – you start a whale hunt looking at the sky. You look for the sea birds – the pelicans, the cormorants, the gulls, and a variety of birds I cannot name. These birds are looking for an easy meal –  the leftovers from the whale kill is what they are in search of. As our dinghy moved to where the birds where, we are surrounded by these birds fighting with each other for leftovers and right ahead of us the pair of orcas put a show and we keep going behind them.

The orcas typically hunt in pairs and once they have their sights set on the prey they set out for the kill in sync. One orca works from the front and the other from the back chasing the prey till the poor animal tires out. It was the turn of a poor sea lion to have caught the fancy of the pair of orcas we were following that day. The orcas are persistent – gentle pressure and you can see the sea lion tiring out. It is surreal watching the whole drama live and yes there were instances when I felt like putting my hand in and pulling the sea lion to safety.

The whales after executing a perfect 10 dive that wows us, go in with a whack of their tail.  The guide says typically they whack their tails to hit on an unsuspecting prey thereby weakening it. Yes I am in a death ground and I half expect the waters to turn red with blood. It makes me squeamish but I realize it is the food chain and it has to go on. Survival of the fitness – Darwin is supposed to have developed his theory here and years down the lane I am a witness – a silent, scared witness.

We keep following the birds, the whales, the poor sea lion in those small rubber dinghys trying to click pictures and hang on to our lives and just taking the whole scene in. We lost the whales for a while and suddenly there is a snort as one of the whales passes right under the plastic tube we are seated in. The clear waters showcase the black and white huge whale moving right below us. I wonder for a minute what will happen if the whale just lifts its head up. I shudder and refuse to think of the answer.

Suddenly, we lose sight of the sea lion and the air fills with a smell. Our guide informs us it is the smell of blood mixing with water. The whales made their kill and I look at the water and no the water does not turn red as I thought it would. But the smell is nauseating and the significance is overwhelming. A few minutes pass, I am sure it is not more than 3 minutes and we see the whales diving off further away in search of another prey in the oxygen-rich waters. The birds surround us looking for leftovers. We sit in rubber dinghys amazed at the sights, sounds and scents that filled us. Our guide gives us a few minutes to gather our thoughts and I am sure he has seen numerous of speechless tourists like us.

The yacht is right behind us and we get back on-board and sit down to talk. There is a cardiologist with his family who had Galapagos on his bucket list, there is the couple that loves mountaineering in Ecuador who decide to spend Christmas in Galapagos, there is a family from Europe visiting their sibling in Ecuador and there is us. People from different walks of life all stunned and amazed by what we saw.

Our cameras let us down – our batteries ran out but it is the memories I will treasure for today, tomorrow and forever. It was one of the scariest things I have ever done in life (no I will never sky-dive or bungee jump) and the most powerful lesson I learned about nature.