Paragliding Adventure Part 2

After Leaving Crucita Larry, James and I headed south to another site, San Pedro. We stayed in Libertad Bolivar, about halfway between Montanita and San Pedro. We had a glorious evening flight.  Larry Flew for over an hour, I had two different flights. Handing my wing off to James so he could fly for a bit. We all enjoyed the smooth afternoon air. All of our flights on the coast were in consistent even air.

       Larry and I flying together, so incredible to be in the air with my mentor for so many years!

 The next day we tried to fly and the winds were light. When we arrived we were thoroughly questioned by the local pilots about our abilities and they wanted to see our credentials, Larry didn't bring his and I'm not even licensed yet. The day before they had been in a meeting about the site. The villagers want to make money from the tourism and tandem flights that are done there. Ecuador is trying to bring all ultralight aircraft under one umbrella, similar to USA and European standards. The guys at launch were taking the opportunity to practice their toughness. I reacted pretty strongly and told them that we flew the site yesterday and that we were perfectly competent to fly. After negotiating and another guy coming in to mellow out the fellow that approached us first the winds were too light to fly anyways. We hung out and got the download about the situation in San Pedro. Rightly so, the locals want a piece of the pie and the work at the launch. During the weekends if the winds are right the pilots may be giving over ten tandems each, $35 apiece there making pretty good money. The locals want to be hired as ground crew and given a percentage of the earnings. We were told that the fee that we were to pay to fly, $20 yearly, $5 for a day, would go towards the village. Asking further they told me that 90% would go to keeping the grass launch well maintained and 10% would go to the village. Seems to me that the villagers should get a bigger slice. The Ecuadorian built the launch, put in bathrooms and a big sign on the highway advertising paragliding in San Pedro under the funds appropriated for community development.

It was interesting to learn a little about the politics behind the well maintained launch. We had one glorious flight day so we were ok with not flying the next day. We had fun hiking out to the point that is Montanita's most interesting natural feature.

                                                        The phalic punta, of Montanita

 Larry ordered shrimp soup one day and received a single shrimp the size of his hand. When he fished it out of the depths of his bowl his first reaction was bordering on horror, he said, “ I don't know whether to eat it or run away!” All three of us laughed as Larry went to town on his shrimp.

The following day, Friday, we made the seven hour journey from Libertad Bolivar to Cuenca. James left the same day to return to Colombia. We found a nice hostal right in the old part of Cuenca. A pilot in San Pedro gave us a contact in Cuenca. We arrived on a friday and the next day was a Corn Festival in a town near Cuenca, called Paute, that also had multiple launches. The local pilots organized a fly in for the very next day. We called the pilot and he told us he would pick us up between 6:30 and 7 to get out to the launch early. We arrived early but it took a while to organize the other pilots and get us all in cars and up on the launch. When we did the launch was a steep rocky slope with a road cut 50 feet down the slope. Larry and I decided to let the other pilots launch first, to see how things went. The wind was steadily picking up and after watching some pretty hairy launches Larry and I decided to get a ride back down to the park where the festival was happening and the pilots were landing. I had tried to take out my wing but the winds began to gust so we called off any other attempts.The winds in Paute come up from the Amazon. Because of the narrow valley the winds become very strong. We were reading winds up to 35 km/hr on launch before we left. Which meant that nearer the valley floor where there were less obstructions the wind would be going even faster.

When we arrived on launch the winds were strong and super gusty, extremely difficult conditions. Both of us felt good with our decision. Other pilots were kiting, ground handling practice, in the field so Larry and I pulled out our wings and had fun in the challenging conditions. It was exceptional practice, and it served me well in my flight the next day. I had a few mishaps, draping my wing over a parked car and getting pulled off my feet by the errant wing. After the conditions got to strong Larry and I stuck around to see the rest of the festivities.

There was motorcross and off-roading going on a on a track in the park, live traditional music and a dog show. We mostly chilled in the shade until we got called for lunch, Horneado, whole roast pig. We got a plate with pig, corn and rice with a spicy salad of onions and peppers. We both ate two plates each, so tasty! After lunch we watched the off roading, tricked out jeeps and trucks taking on the track. There was nothing but caution tape dividing  the spectators from the cars as they jumped, drifted and rumbled around the track. The announcer kept on telling people to back away but that didn't really do anything. Larry and I were relaxing under a tree between the river and the track when a car lost a wheel, it literally ripped right off the axel. The wheel seemed to have mind of its own, even though it fell off the opposite side of the vehicle it barreled towards us, narrowly missing us and leaping off into the river below. One of the pilots brought a kayak so he leapt into action and saved the wheel from traveling all the way to Brazil.

On Sunday we got to fly, we launched from a much bigger site called dogs head, at 2,600 meters above sea level, and because of our kiting practice the day before we were ready for the strong winds. We had an amazing flight, both of us were glowing and content with our three day wait between flights. 

                                                        The view from Launch in Paute

That afternoon we took off for Banos, we had to make it to Quito by wednesday, because Larry's flight was set to leave on Thursday morning. We arrived in Banos late but managed to find a reasonable hotel very near the Baths that give Banos its name. Again, a pilot in Cuenca gave me the name and number of a pilot in Banos to contact. I gave him a call and we met that very evening to discuss flying the next day. Edgar Soria, the local instructor, was very welcoming and we set a time to head to Niton, the flight site. In the morning Larry and I took a hike around Banos around the hills surrounding the beautiful little city. It is nestled between the Pastaza river and the Skirt of Volcano Tunguraua. We made it back from our wonderful hike in time to eat and get over to Edgar's paragliding agency to get a car up to launch. We were met by a few other local pilots and we soon assembled and drove to Niton. The site is similar to Paute because the winds come up from the Amazon, except that just before the mountain the valley widens out, so flying is done in the afternoon rather than the morning. The sky cleared u pas we arrived to the site and we were told that we hit the best weather in two weeks. Soon we were all in the air, the site was incredible. Tungurahua cleared up and we were flying looking directly at a 5,016 meter volcano. The air was smooth for a notoriously turbulent site. We were able to get up higher than launch and fly up and down the ridge. The other pilots were doing acrobatics and having one heck of a time.

                                                    Larry taking off in front of Tungurahua

The next day Larry decided to take it easy, I went rafting down a class 4 stretch of the Pastaza River. It was an hour and a half of pure adrenaline. It had been raining a lot recently so the river was swollen, the rapids were big! I was on a boat with two other guys from the states and our guide. We paddled well and our guide was stoked that none of us fell out. The scenery that we passed through was incredible, we were rafting through jungle, waterfalls cascaded down the sides of the cliffs, it felt like we were entering the land before time. I met up with Edgar again in the afternoon, there were six people coming along for tandem flights. The weather at launch was variable and there were lots of fast moving clouds. I never flew but got to watch some of the most incredible flying I've ever seen.

The following day was Wednesday so Larry and I hightailed it back to Quito. We stayed with my old host family for a night and then my friend Rommel and I took Larry to the airport for his flight.

Larry and I had a great time traveling together, he was so easy to travel with and open to anything. I had so much fun being tour guide and translator, I think I should make it a part time profession while I'm down here. Larry is Ecuadoras first investor and we are so grateful for that. I think we got enough flying in to call our two weeks together a success. Thank you Larry!

What's in a hat?

 One of my goals while I'm down here is to learn the entire process from raw materials to woven hats. I went with Felix to a town called Barcelona about 20 minutes down the road and then further inland. We hoped on the back of his motorcycle, with helmets on, and cruised down the well maintained Ruta del Sol ( Route of the Sun). He veered off the road and took a rutted out path through the farmlands. Plants were smacking us left and right as we passed through all the rain invigorated vegetation. It was a shortcut, after passing through a creek, and many tomato fields we reached the road leading to Barcelona. We went to the house of a woman named Teresita, the head of a paja toquilla cooperative. I explained what I am doing and my desire to understand the process of the palm. We than took a tour of the village learning about the many steps along the way.

                                   Teresita Esperanza pulling the leaves into individual fibers

The toquilla palm arrives in the village in large trucks delivering the palm from the farms further inland and in the hills. The palm is harvested just before the leaves open completely, the leaves are contained in a sheath, and the first process is to remove the hard outer leaves. 

                     The bundles of Toquilla Palm above, and removing the outer sheath below.

Then the leaves are cooked in boiling water, and hung up to dry slowly in the shade. As they are drying the leaves are pulled apart into the fibers that will become our future hats. As the palm dries the leaves twist and become round. Once the leaves are dry and pulled into individual fibers they are put out in the sun to dry for a few days. The last process, is the bleaching of the palm for certain uses, the palm is hung in a wooden box and sulfur is lit in the bottom and it is left in the smoke for an hour.

                                      Lining all the roads in the village are drying palm leaves

Felix comes to this village to get his raw materials. We bought a couple bundles, strapped them on the back of the motorcycle and took off back the way we came. As we came around a corner on the overgrown single track we almost hit an old man. He was using his cane to pull down branches of a tree, called Cereza Chilena ( Chilean Cherry) we didn't even get off the motorcycle, the man pulled the branches down further and we plucked the small red fruits off the tree. After eating a handful of the delightful fruits we sped back onto the highway and back to San Antonio.

Flying in Paradise

My second day in Ecuador was spent traveling with my friend James, a fellow paraglider from Colombia. We were off to Canoa to meet with Kevin Lee, my instructor, Larry, Julie and Derek, all pilots from the states. As well as Julian and Juan, two of Kevin's Ecuadorian friends and fellow pilots. It took us almost eight hours on extremely bumpy roads to reach Canoa, probably a meagre total of 200 miles. We seemed to be on the slowest buses, and the last bus from Portoviejo to Canoa, took a wildly roundabout way on dirt roads. Needless to say I was done with traveling at that point. But with my eyes set on the sky I was able to make the trip an adventure. When we arrived in Canoa we didn't know where we were going and got off at the buss stop which was a kilometer past their hotel. In the blazing sun and me carrying my huge paragliding equipment we walked back the way we came to the hotel. They were all staying in a very expensive hotel, so James and I went and found something in our budget: $80 vs. $5 per person. 

The next day the winds were light but in the right direcction, so we headed up to launch. It was a rutted out road slashed through the jungle, but once we made it to the top we had an amazing view north and south, one after another we took off from the hill. Launching has a certain flow for me. I step up to launch and I'm nervous and excited. I strap on my helmet and harness, connect to the wing. Check to make sure everything is in place and then I raise the wind above my head, turn around and run. 

The wing inflates, catches the wind and slowly tugs me off my feet. This sensation of being lifted is incredible, it's the oposite of falling, lifting gently away from the ground and into the freedom of the sky. The nervousness fades away as I settle into my harness and the excitement melts into a joy that remains for the entire flight. 

Larry is on the left with the green wing, I'm the blue and Julie is in the red wing. I doubled my airtime in this one flight, soaring the cliffs, banking in and catching the air being pushed up the cliff faces. I flew for an hour and half, getting extremely burnt, I only put on one layer of sunscreen, which obviously wasn't enough in the relentless sun. 

The next day we went to another site, south of Canoa near Bahia de Caraquez. This was a site that has only been open for a couple of months. The launch had been hacked out of the jungle by a friend of Julians. The plan is to build a giant retirement community for ex-pats. This was an area that Kevin had been wanting to fly for the 15 years that he's been coming down to Ecuador to fly. The first day that we flew the winds weren't strong enough for us to cross the valley to our left that led to 12 kilometers of flyable ridges and cliffs. So we came back the next day and crossed over. It was one of the most incredible things I've ever done, untracked jungle to one side and the Pacific ocean on the other. Larry, Julie and I flew until sunset. Watching the sun drop through the sky, the birds pass above and below us. I felt so elevated, physically, mentally and spiritually. Flying in this maner is so quiet, alone in the air, free to turn in the air just like the birds.

We were the only people around. No one on the beach, not a boat in sight and jungle inland. It was a freedom unparalleled. The juxtaposition of our bright wings against the backdrop of the vibrant green or the blue of the ocean was a beautiful contrast. Without motors we are at the whim of the winds, and so much of paragliding in judgment about when to fly. But we had hit perfect conditions, the wind was steady and strong. We could  stay up as long as we could see, Kevin broke our reverie with a call over the radio, "come down now or sleep here tonight!" We descended one after another, our wings crumpling and loosing their form as we touched down.

I'm in Ecuador! Again!

I could hardly believe that I was back in Ecuador, stepping of the plane I was a coiled spring of excitement and energy. This is my third time back after my year of foreign exchange. Each return has been in the pursuit of Ecuadoras, Cedar and I's idea after buying three hats in Montanita five years ago. I am in love with this country and I am getting more and more excited each time I return. Dropping through the clouds and seeing the rivers swollen with the seasonal rains brought a comfort that I hadn't experienced before. Ecuador is becoming my second home.

I brought two bags for a friend, Alex, who hasn't been able to get his packages through customs to his Ecuadorian family. His mom and her boyfriend met me at the airport. I arrived with a total of five bags, my paragliding equipment, clothes, computer bag and the two bags for his family. I've never traveled so heavy. My bags couldn't even fit on the carts that the airport had. It was awkward to say the least but they were there with big smiles, and a really tiny car. Thankfully I brought some webbing, adding to their mass of rope and we securely strapped the bags on top and off we went. They were going to drive me up the coast to Montanita in exchange for the bags. I arrived on the last day of carnival, kids were lined up along the highway squirting water at cars. We got hit once on our way but we passed multiple ambushes of kids with buckets of water and water bottles converted into squirters. All the traffic was heading back to Guayaquil and our side of the road was almost empty.

They dropped me off in the village where the hats are made, Felix and Diana weren't there, they had gone to the ocean to swim. I still had a greeting party, people watched me unload my bags and asked me how many hats I wanted made this time. I told them that I wasn't quite ready to make an order yet but that I would be ready tom make an order soon. 

In Montanita that evening I bumped into my Colombian friend James, who also paraglides and he decided to head north to Canoa with me to meet up with the paragliding tour that was in Ecuador at the same time. We had a bumpy days travel but we made it and got some great flying in!

Ecuador, Ama la vida!

What a joy it is to be in Ecuador. I can't believe that I'm here for work. It has been quite an adventure in so many regards. I'm back in Montanita after passing a week in Guayquil and Cuenca. Fausto and I ran around the city filling out paperwork and talking with government officials about becoming licensed exporters. It is a suprisingly streamlined affair, if you know what your doing. Thankfully Fausto is studying International Business so he's been the man of the week. We topped off all of our hard work by going to a natural hotspring off the beaten path in an area of mountains called Los Soldados (The soldiers) We drove our way up a windy dirt road in a valley following a river, until the vista opened up into mountains soaring above our heads with rocks jutting out like... soldiers. The paramo, the high altitude plains is ethereal. We didn't quite make it but the valley just disapeared into the endless vista of rolling hills. The hotspring was right next to the river, and our view held the mountains, rocks and paramo all with only the turn of our heads. We went with a friend of mine who I hadn't seen in four years, Inel, from France, she was an exchange student when I was and is now studying tourism in Cuenca. As well as a woman from Switzerland who is staying with Fausto and studying Spanish. We sat in the waters for ours talking and taking in the beautiful scenery, it was astounding. The speed of the clouds, passing in front of the sun and changing the light every so often kept the soldiers in constant motion. The owner of the hotsprings came down and asked us to pay the nominal fee of $1 each. He told us some tall talls about 16 meter anacondas, cows producing 70 liters of milk and other stories that were pretty interesting. 

Staying with Fausto and his family was great, living with a family is always interesting. His mother is so accomodating and was happy to see me.When Fausto was in class I wandered around Cuenca looking for tasty things to eat and interesting people to talk to. I had more flashbacks staying with his family, eating together and hanging out than I've had yet. Eating different foods that I used to love, like ripe plantain with a slice of cheese in it, or Morocho the drink made from corn. Has elicited waves of memories of my life back in Quito. I look forward to staying with my family in Quito before I come back to the states.

Today a woman told me that my accent still is from Quito. She's from Quito and couldn't get over how much I still had the accent. It's so funny that people know the city where I learned spanish because of my accent.

All is well and swell, I still can't believe I'm here "working!"

I'm an international model, say what?

I arrived in Ecuador the evening of the 7th, Fausto, who stayed in our house five years ago met me at the airport in Guayaquil and we went directly to Montanita. As soon as we walked into town we bumped into my buddy Riley who had been traveling for the last three months. Another friend, from Germany who was an exchange student when I was also happened to be in montanita at the same time. It was a night of reunions, seeing Fausto and Leo after four years and the juxtiposition of seeing Riley in Ecuador was almost too much to deal with. Even after traveling for almost 28 hours  from leaving Ashland to getting to Montanita I was energized to hang out with everyone.  Fausto and I quickly found a hostal, showered, ate and met everyone to go out.
The next day, Fausto and I were sitting out on the street side eating a set lunch. Here in Ecaudor one can get a meal from $1.50 to $3.00 usually, it comes with rice, lentils or beans, a piece of meat and soup usually. We were going to town on our chicken when two women approached us and asked if they could sit down at our table. We told them that we were almost finished and they said that they wanted to talk with us. They asked if I would model for them in a video in an hour. They said that they'd pay me $100, so I of course said sure.
We went back to our hotel, showered, took a nap and they picked us up. We went to another part of the beach where they took the video above. Pretty funny, I had a hard time keeping a straight face sometimes, I couldn't believe that on my second day in Ecaudor I was modeling. It sure wasn't what I was imagining!
When everything was finished they asked if I could come to Guayquil the net weekend to be in a runway walk. I did, on Saturday I spent all day at the location sitting around until we finally got to walk. It was a great experience, now I can say I've modeled.  It's a crazy world, shallow and superficial, but another interesting experience worth sharing.

San Francisco Airport

Hello everyone,

I'm back! and off on another adventure. I'm sitting in the SFO airport after being delayed on my flight to Houston. I've been meaning to write for a long time but finally I have no ecuse. Ecuador here I come, it's been two years since my brief visit and adventure to find the woven baseball caps. Four years since I was there as an exchange student. Now, I've got five weeks to figure out the logistics and reality of importing these hats into the USA. My godfather Cedar and I are very excited about the possibilities of these hats. While I'm in Ecaudor I hope to be picking up my blog where I left off.
I thought that India was an adventure, being back in the USA took it to a whole new level. Being sick, living at home again, and reacclimating to the USA was quite an adventure itself. I took off and tried to fly right out of highschool but I came back to earth pretty quickly. Now I hope to continue my way as a wanderer, and possibly make some money doing it!?

Alex