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Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Travels on the Equator

Margaret and I, plus my sister Maggie, have been in Ecuador for the wedding of Tom and Lucia.
Here’s a few immediate impressions of the country:
Roads:
Ecuadorian road builders love their speed bumps, I have never seen as many as were stretched across the roads over there. Urban areas of Quito have them placed every hundred metres or so, which, considering the general state of roads in town, seems quite unnecessary.
But perhaps that explains why the urban speed bump is such an evil destroyer of cars. The roads in town are so bad that if you put an English speed-bump across the road drivers would think “hmm that was a nice smooth section.”
The bumps have to be big and nasty to make people slow down – and slow down you do.
There’s no standard size or profile, but I identified three main types:
  • Triangular: designed to scrape your exhaust even if you crawl over it; try a bit more speed and you’re going to lose a silencer box.
  • The quick rise: exactly the right profile to send passengers’ heads crashing against the roof- especially if they’re sitting in the back. This type can also auto unload the contents of pick-ups (unless they’re lashed down).
  • The ski jump: constructed by Mr Nice on one side, Mr Nasty on the other. A “gentle” rise and a quick come-down on the other side.
Speed-bumps are everywhere, even on what would be classed as a trunk road. As soon as you get near a town or crossing, the planners feel a need for traffic calming. The bumps are all painted bright yellow, so you can’t miss them and someone clearly has a sense of humour because the other trick is to paint a thick yellow line across the road. This can have you braking desperately, only to discover there’s no bump, just a bit of yellow paint.
Out of town a new type of speed restrictor is used – a series of fierce corrugations. Take them fast and they’ll shake out your fillings, take them slowly and it’s like sliding downstairs on your bum.
Roads in town tend to be poorly maintained, some clearly are never maintained. In the countryside, roads can be brilliant – smooth and with great, constant-radius bends. Others are unsealed rubble. One section, between Papallacta and Quito, where road widening work was being done, varied between smooth, wide tarmac sections with no road markings and hardcore (with no road markings).
There are some road tolls, but they are really cheap. Toll booths are manned which is, perhaps, another form of traffic calming.
In older parts of Quito, some roads are paved (just like Belgium) and these are like a combination of all speed-bump types rolled into one.
Driving:
You’d expect driving to be a little scary, but it’s surprising how kind people are to each other. There’s a lot of horn-blowing in town, but it tends to be a toot-toot, rather than a blast. People will often let you in or out and if someone does something really stupid (like overtake on a blind bend) cars move aside to let the errant driver in or through. A British driver would defend his rightful piece of tarmac and would rather see a head-on crash than let someone in.
Speeding doesn’t seem to be an issue (see speed bumps, above), but even where there are no speed bumps, people don’t drive that fast. The exception, of course, is the 4x4 ‘yute’ – these crew-cab pick-ups are the Audi A4s of Ecuador. If there’s someone up your arse, you can bet your life it’s a pick-up.
Out in the country, lots of people beg lifts and are quite happy to sit in the back of a pick-up or truck.
Cars:
There are very few British cars. I saw a couple of Range Rovers and a Discovery in a richer part of Quito, but that was it. Chevrolet seems to be the most popular make and lots of things are badged as Chevvies. The most common are the old Daewoo models (now also sold in the UK  under the Chevrolet banner), but also Suzuki and Vauxhall/Opel models, such as the Corsa. There are also plenty of Kias, but the car to have is a Toyota 4x4 pick-up (or look-alike model).
Four-wheel-drive cars and cars with high ground clearance are very popular. There’s no market for big executive cars like an Audi A6 or BMW. If you can afford one of those, you’ll buy a 4x4 Toyota.
There’s no frost, therefore no road salt and therefore no corrosion issues. Cars tend to get shaken to pieces before they rust away, but you do see some old gems and some old heaps. The older heaps tend to be customised within an inch of their lives. Having lived through the 1970s when adding spotlights, a vinyl roof and go-faster stripes was de rigueur, I don’t mind a bit of accessorising.
Petrol is very cheap, you can fill up a small car for less than $20 and diesel is just over $1 per gallon (20p per litre).
Motorcycles tend to be low capacity and Chinese or Indian brands, many of them new to me. I did see one Harley-Davidson – a genuine one as people tend to stick Harley badges on lots of other bikes – and a couple of Suzukis, but it’s very much the exception.
Buses form the main type of public transport and they seem to vary in quality. Along the main spine of Quito, there’s a protected bus lane and buses run up and down this, packed like rush-hour tubes, belching out clouds of filthy diesel smoke.
Urban planning:
There isn’t any - build what you like, where you like as long as it’s make from breeze blocks. Favourite trick is to build one storey and leave the top unfinished until you have enough money or enough children to add another floor.
In the countryside, you still see some small huts made from adobe brick and thatch, but most are breeze block and corrugated steel.
Quito is the biggest city and it’s expanding north and south along a narrow valley. As the city becomes richer, more expensive development is pushing poorer people out and they’re moving south or being shoved up the hill. It’s not uncommon, in poor areas, to have no mains services.
Richer people are very concerned about security and tend to live in gated communities with security guards, or in houses protected by high walls and steel gates. I’m not sure if crime is a problem; I guess it is judging by the security measures employed, but I never felt threatened.
In a country where the scenery is magnificent, man generally makes an ugly stamp on the landscape. The exception is Quito old town, where there are some magnificent buildings, plazas and churches. That’s about the one good legacy of Spanish colonialism; almost everything built since the turn of the 20th century is ugly.
Food:
Salad can be cold vegetables, restaurants serve rice and chips with almost every meal and the country is in love with blackberries.
I did see Guinea Pig on the menu in one restaurant, but it was my first day in Ecuador so I gave it a miss. I might have tried one, but didn’t get a chance again.
Actually I ate really well. I had a couple of nice steaks, some chicken and pork. Breakfast was often juice, bread rolls with cheese and eggs – fried or scrambled.
Wine is quite expensive, but beer (bottled pilsner) is cheap. I tried some new fruits (including tree tomatoes) and liked everything.
Street dogs snuggled together in Banos

Dogs:
There are lots of dogs in Ecuador and none of them are on a lead. Street dogs are common everywhere, they start barking at around 5.30am, but apart from that, they don’t seem to cause too much trouble.
Little groups hang around together – an unlikely mix of small and tall hounds. Some are distinguishable breeds, but most are mongrels and most seem to fall into either a brown, short-haired terrier or a small, shaggy dog, like a shrunken labradoodle.
Dogs don’t seem vicious, most were very happy to have a stroke, but a small proportion will chase your car and try to bite the tyres. This seems more of a problem for the dogs than it does for the motorist.
Cotopaxi is only a few miles from the centre of Quito. Imagine this just
outside London - in Slough for example.
Geology:
This is amazing. There are very high mountains along the centre of the country, the Amazon basin to the east and rainforest and beaches to the west. There's also the Galapagos way west in the Pacific, of course.
We tended to stay high in the Andes, in a landscape dominated by volcanic activity. There are volcanoes everywhere, including one – Pichincha – which is just four kilometres from the centre of Quito. It last erupted in 2002 when the city was covered in ash. Just a few miles to the south is Cotopaxi (almost 5,900 metres high). This has erupted 50 times since 1738 and has twice destroyed the town of Latacunga (and I mean levelled). It’s clearly visible from Quito and 2 million people in the southern part of the city would be at risk in the event of a major eruption.
Just to the north of Quito is Cayambe (the highest point on the Equator and the only glacier to be found on the Equator) and to the south east is Antisana, so Quito is essentially surrounded by massive volcanoes.
No-one seems unduly worried by this and, in fairness, if you didn't build near a volcano, nothing would be built. People just rub along with hot lava, ash and pyroclastic flows. The volcanoes are, of course, magnificent to look at on a clear day and are a major tourist attraction. For me, I'd never seen anything like it!

Modern technology means there would be some warning of an eruption. Volcanic activity is colour-coded - orange means pack your bags and red means run!

Thursday, 12 June 2014

Travels in Ecuador - Quito

We were welcomed very warmly by Lucy's family. Lots of them were at the airport because other family members - Lucy's cousin Nidia (Fernie) Villalba, her son and her husband Ashraf - were on the same plane as us.
Family is really important to Lucy's mother's side in a way that I recognise and applaud, but don't practise to the same extent. For example, if Margaret's cousin was flying in for a wedding, we'd be pleased to see them, but we wouldn't greet them en masse at the airport at 11pm. Everyone is put up in family houses, no-one goes to a hotel, and most seemed to be staying with Lucy's Aunt Margui.
We'd expected to stay in a hotel, but Nidia, Lucy's mum, had offered us her house and we were very pleased to accept. It was a kind gesture and meant we could stay with Tom and Lucy. Carlos, Lucy's dad, was there to pick us up and run us to the house (he had even got a driving licence especially), so we were cosseted from the moment we landed in Ecuador.
Margaret and I inside the gated community where Lucy's mum lives.
My body clock adjusted to Ecuador time (six hours behind) very quickly and I woke up at dawn (about 5.30am) to the sound of barking street dogs and crowing cockerels. Tom was also up quite early and he and I had a quick walk around the block. Nidia lives in a gated community in the north of Quito, the capital city, not far from the US embassy. It's adjacent to a couple of similar developments in what is now a middle-class area bordering poorer enclaves. All the gated communities (and there are a lot of them) follow similar lines. The houses look inwards to a communal garden/play areas, there are high walls around, secure underground parking and security guards at two or three access gates.
The area is quite hilly and because it was very clear, Tom was keen for me to see some of the surrounding volcanoes. We couldn't get enough height to see them as it happened, but I did get a good view of the closest one - Pichincha, which is right next to town; expanding Quito covers its eastern flanks.
Pichincha is an active volcano (which doesn't seem to worry anyone among the 2.6 million inhabitants) and last erupted in 1999 when the city was covered in several inches of ash. It rises to 4784m (15,696ft in 'old money') and you can take a cable car up the eastern flank for a great view of Quito.
The city is the highest capital city in the world at 2800m. I know La Paz in Bolivia is higher, but although that's the de facto capital, it has none of the government or administration functions that a capital really should have. The Ecuadorian government sits in Quito and the presidential palace is there.
Walking around at 9,000ft didn't cause me any problems, but run upstairs a couple of times and it was cause for a good puff, but that's probably also true at home.
Tom and Lucy were to be married in a couple of days time, so they had lots of things still to do, but were keen to show us a bit of Quito. We started off by driving down to the centre. Traffic is channelled along one main road as Quito is built along a long valley. this means congestion can be a real problem and there are rules in place which prevent you travelling before a certain time on certain days. Cars with different registration numbers can come in only on certain days in peak time.
The city is a story of 20th century expansion; from the old Spanish centre (now a world heritage site) the city has grown and then exploded north and south. It's not well planned like Georges-Eugène Haussmann's Paris; it didn't have a Wren or a Hawksmoor, it seems to be totally without a theme or grand scheme. It could be my European eyes that can’t discern order among chaos, but at some stage in the next hundred years, if there's enough money, I think Quito will be systematically cleared and redeveloped and it deserves to be one of the world's most beautiful cities - it's certainly in a fantastic location.
Itchimba Park and a view of the old colonial centre of Quito.
We drove up to Itchimbia Park, which overlooks Quito and also gave us a view of the surrounding volcanoes, including snow-capped Cotopaxi. We then drove down into the old colonial centre for a look around. Parking was accomplished in a multi-storey not far away, but without Lucy and Tom's knowledge of the city, we'd never have found it. The old quarter wasn't designed for cars and it's a maze of narrow, one-way cobbled streets.
Gilded within an inch of its life - Jesuit church in Quito
We had an hour or so to stroll around and visited La Iglesia de la Compañía de Jesús (a fabulously decorated Jesuit church, which was gilded to within an inch of its life - a real statement of the power of the Catholic rulers. My favourite bits were two paintings. One, as you walk through the door, was a classic last judgment scene with the good passing serenely to a better place, but hundreds more being tossed into the fiery pits. The Catholics know how to ram a message home and there's nothing like hitting you with the consequences of sin as soon as you walk into church.
The other painting that caught my eye was a depiction of every sin you could think of. I wasn't sure if it was a warning or a challenge, a bucket list of things to do before you die. Of course, in its day, it would be a warning, a dire warning. There was Lucifer at the top watching over things, while weak-willed humans indulged themselves and then suffered the consequences - fire, serpents and flesh-eating beasts. Lucy said her grandmother told me that when she saw the painting as a young girl, it used to terrify her.
We had lunch in the tourist quarter, then Tom and I had a few drinks and watched some football (Brazil v Switzerland) while Lucy, Margaret and my sister went to have their nails done. We then had to pick up Tom's wedding suit.
There's no welfare state in Ecuador, so everyone needs to work. One of the jobs you don't see in England is the parking attendant. There will be a person who looks after parking in a street and it's their job (as soon as you pull in) to collect your money and give you a ticket. In England, I pay for my parking through an app' on my iPhone. Another job (which we used to have in England, but not now) is the traffic light salesperson. In England it used to be bunches of roses being sold; in Ecuador it is often fruit, but also food and drink. Often, the vendors are fairly young children.
In the evening, we were all invited to tea at Aunt Margui's house. It would be an opportunity to meet more of Lucy's family. Margui lives in a house just to the north of Lucy's mum. It's a large house, surrounded by a large wall and with electrically operated gates and parking inside for three or four cars. It's hard for me to remember all the names, but I'm getting there slowly but surely. Everyone is really friendly and welcoming and everyone makes an effort to speak to us in English. Among the people at the gathering were Lucy's grandmother, Luisa Cadena Gallo, who is 98 and also the baby daughter of her cousin, Ariana Villalba Paredes, who is a few months old. In Ecuador, names follow the Spanish tradition, so a married woman doesn't take the name of her husband and her children will take both the father's name and the mother's. So Margaret would have stayed Margaret Burrows and our children would be called Thomas Rayner Burrows. Lucy is called Lucia Rojas Rodrigues, Rojas being her father and Rodrigues her maternal grandfather; if she has children, then they would be called (for example) Wayne Rayner Rojas.