Mindo and home
Pacific Bliss
Colin Price
Tue 1 Mar 2011 18:19
SATURDAY (Z and
zips)
Another high energy day, but starts with a slow
morning, Colin resolutely did not want to come up to Mindo so, as I am
super sensitive about his mood, this just leads to us niggling at one
another all morning.
We walk about 5km to a butterfly farm which is
great for the kids and our lack of education over the past month has been
twitching a bit so a nature lesson, compensates a bit. Plus the kids
get to hand feed butterflies the size of dinner plates. Colin is still
rather annoyed by Mindo feeling it's just another Banos, here to steal the
tourist Dollar, which it duely does over lunch. Grrrrr
We watch folk scare themselves silly over tubing
down rapids, for once we're sensible and are not going to be tempted into
killing our children in yet more river rapids. We are, however, hitchhiking
our way down the road to embark on 13 (unlucky for some) high, fast zip
wires that cover 3.5km of distance. Z can't wait to get going.
I am again the first to fly and feel distictly sick whizzing over
the 360ft drop, I just think Zinnia is going to arrive in a state of
trauma after her maiden run and she is next down. Only she comes hurtling
towards me beaming from ear to ear........ oh my god, I am
flabergasted. Next down is Cosmo/Colin and the Instructor. This act
of scarey stuff is clearly a flight too far for Cosmo. But Colin is a
born again hieght lover.
Before leaving the UK Colin went to see
Toby, a wonderful man who promised to fix him of his life-time fear of
hieghts. Incredibly the whole process took about 1/2hr and a year
later several enjoyable trips up the mast he is opting to go head
first down a 400ft 1mile long zip wire. Let me know if anyone would like
Tobys email address he can fix all those silly fobias.
Colin is clearly enjoying this whole experience
a little more than me but if a challenge is set I feel it's my duty to
accept. Only I didn't really understand Colin saying, "La senora es el
Maripossa" (butterfly)? To our fellow Ecuadorian zippers this
really meant something, and to me it just sounded good. 10mins later
I have another man between my legs whilst attemping to hang upside
down, I'm being told to relax. It at this moment I am to
ressemble a butterfly travels backwards, upside-down over a
300ft or so drop. There is no way on this bloody planet I can relax
in this position, I've just about managed to master relax over a smear test
by this is whole other ball game. So when half way across the 1
mile line the nice man between my legs thinks wiggling me about
is maybe going to relax me a little more, never before have so
many muscles been working simaltainiously.
Zinnia is a complete star, and has hit her all
time favourite pursuit or either her near death experience 5 days ago
has left her feeling fearless. Our hitch down on the back of
another Toyota truck just seems normal everyday sort of stuff now.
We get back to the hostal have a well
needed drink of the alcoholic variety and head up the road about 4k to our final
activity of the day, ' A Frog Concert', we haven't a clue what
to expect but we have been assured it is well worth attending.
Dispite being late we are the first to arrive, slowly the viewing
platform over 2 ponds begins to fill up to an audience of about
20. Over 1/2 hour the light has been diminishing and the noise
coming from the surrounding pond and rainforest is getting to
feeever pitch. Colin and I are totally bemused that a bunch of
frogs can be so loud. The kids however are getting to be
past it, we are expecting it to all be over when we are treated to a talk
and then a guilded flashlight tour through the forest to see: Frogs,
Spiders, snakes and other weird and wonderful creapy crawlies. This
is my idea of a nightmare and I didn't go and see Toby before I
left, added to this I only have flipflops on. Whilst suppressing the
urge to run whilst being shown a smallish version of a tarantula (actually a
particularly nasty wolf spider)I distictly feel something wandering over my
foot, which only causes me to kick off my flipflop and leave me
bearfoot grappling around the dark forest floor for the illusive flipflop,
all this and trying to sound facinatinated and joyful at our
findings whilst all the kids want to do is go home, and I really don't
blame them............. We do however see an amazing glow in
the dark dead branch, looking more like Gandlophs staff than a object from
the real world, fireflys,loads of tiny very loud frogs and a few walking
sticks.
SUNDAY (bites and
buses)
We're catching the 11am bus out of Mindo to our
last port of call Puerto Queto, an out of the way off the tourist map
village, where we're due to stay on a Fruit Farm on a riverbend or so Lonely
planet says but we know all about discriptions, expectations and reality
now. The bus obviously doesn't show up and by 12.30 having consumed
half the stock of a Cuban street vendor and been picked to death by the worst
bugs I have ever experienced, I infact now look like a drug addict how has
been desperately looking for veins all over my legs and ankles. A lovely
guy takes pitty on us and gives us a lift up the hill to the Main road.
Where we catch a hair raisingly fast bus 2 hrs up the next road.
Colin and I are rather amused by the constant crowing coming from the back of
the bus and dispite our first thought that someones Mobile keeps ringing we are
then shown the original meaning of 'Chicken in a Basket.'
Finally get into town where transport appears to
be limitied, Eventually hail a 50cc Motorbike toktok, kids over joyed as
it's yet another new form of transport. Poor bloody engine though, not
sure it was designed for a family of 4, 3 wks of clothing, and a bundle of
souveniors. Probably could have walked quicker had we known where we were
going.
Being rather sceptical of the Lonely Planet
Guild we now only say we would like to stay 1night and possibly 2. We also
make a mental note of other options if we pass them whilst on our way to said
booked abode. But the entrance to Coco Plantation is gorgeous a long
driveway, flanked with hybiscus and Honey Flowers winding it's way up to a great
round house sitting on the bend of a river.
Our host seems rather lovely for the outset and
tiptop place as there are 6 children ranging from 11 down.
Colin and I are in need of a bit of down time
and the hammocks are too tempting by half, so we hang whilst the kids get to
know eachother and go gentle tubing down the river, all within earshot of the
hammocks, big peace.
Our hosts then take Colin and kids into town
to buy provisions, just the basics, water, food, beer. Whilst
colin buys our basics; bug spray, bug spray and more bug spray. The little
biting buggers are up here too.
Gabriel turns out to be a bit of a
superman. One of 18 kids, an amazing knowledge on nature, Good cook,
bit of a rambo on the activites front and great conversationalist.
regailing stories of friends and there fertility. One friend of his has 7
wives and 28 kids they all have there own house on a farm and he rotates between
them (Put that in your pipe Tom Reid, you've a bit more catching up to do, 4
kids tuu)
We are expecting to have a nice chilled time
here but Gabriel isn't having any of it, we,re taken on an amazing organic
fruit farm tour, see and taste fruit we have never even heard of.
Sleeping plants something local thieves us to fumigate a house put the occupants
to sleep and go about there business, Gabriels sister experienced
this once and woke up to find her house stripped bare, no cooker, no beds the
whole damn lot, but more commonly it's used to siddate sleepless babies and
children. should have pocketet some of it really. Then there was the
'unbelievable tree' who fruit is bitter as, but if consumed will for the
next 2 hours make all citrus fruit taste sweet, must be a tastebud
halusanigenic. But worst of all the kids dived into a fruit which is
nature's natural 'red bull and vodka' so ust went stratospheric for the next few
hours.
This place is awash with frogs too come sun set
so Cosmo enjoys a new sport of amphibian catching and doesn't seem a bit
concerned when one LARGE one lands right on his head. He at once has it in
his grasp and it proceeds to pee on him. Nice!
Colins
favourite, drinking straight from the tree, Orange juice doesn't get fresher,
and no washing up or wasteful plastic cups required.
For the rest of our stay we make chocolate from
Cacao pods to sauce, and, Tagua Jewerley from scavenged Tagua nuts on the jungle
floor into wonderful natural and rather beautiful rings. Really not
much r-'n-r but by comparison to other days it's a bit more
relaxing.
The final Bus Ride home
Bitten, sleep deprived, fall of incredible
experiences we think it's time for home. So we take the last set of
Buses, Cosmo is dicidedly under the weather so poor love having to endure
10 hrs of busses was quite alot. I think if we had had this experience of
bus travel before we perhaps wouldn't have stayed the course but after much
waiting around (about 11/2hr) at a caotic bus terminal, watching
countless busses pulling out and going in our direction, Colin changes our
ticket to another bus company and moments later we are off. About dusk our
bus over takes a whole family whizzing down the main road at
about 50mph on a motorbike, in order, 3yr old boy on
handlebars, followed by dad followed by mum holding new born out to save
the squash. None I might add without any protective clothing or
hats pheewwwww.
7pm and we arrive in a dirt street town having
missed the last bus back to the boat, defeated we fork out for a taxi
to get our weary family home. It's the best nights sleep Colin and I have
had since we left........... "All well on
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