Monday 18 February 2013

COCOSOLO February 2013

More than 6 months since the last post! I always thought that this Blog would be intermittent. Anyway, here goes again ....

Perhaps the most swingeing of the changes in the regulations which apply to education in Ecuador, which were thrust upon us in August last year, is the obligatory change of the academic year into two, 10 week quimesters. The first of those finished Friday 1st of February, and was to be followed by a two week vacation. The British School Quito kept going for the first of those weeks, using the week for meetings and reviews, and for teaching our IB students, who were asked to come in. The second week we were rewarded with a well deserved holiday, which coincided with Quito Carnival. Good incentive to get out of the city!
Stunning sunsets each night

John, Robbie and Maia headed for their beloved Manabí beaches, but tried a new destination, Cocosolo, some 20 km north of Pedernales. Recommended by some Pachamama friends, it proved to be just what we hoped it would be - gorgeous beaches, wonderful food, peace and quiet, some stunning sunsets, and all more or less affordable. 



The trip was a BSQ science teachers' families outing. We were accompanied by Paul, his wife Ximena, young Sisa and the even younger, 2 month old Edward. Paul is the teacher of Physics at BSQ, as well as having a mountain of other responsibilities in school. Also with us was our new teacher of Chemistry, Sarah Kucera, her husband Phil Johnson, who is presently looking after EAL support at BSQ, and their 3 year old, Isaac.




Beaches as far as you can see
The Manabí beaches are hard to surpass, and those north of Pedernales are some of the very best. Cocosolo sits only a few metres behind the high tide mark on its beach and whether you look north or south, you cannot see the limits of the wide sands. Perhaps 20 km of sandy beach, without a break. The beaches here are fringed with coconut palms. 


Fishing nets, cups and plates, bottles - Pedernales rubbish
The lack of villages and fishing communities north of Pedernales means that the sea water is beautifully clean and the beaches are pristine - almost! Given that we were some 20 km away north or south from the nearest towns, it was sad to see the awful plastic rubbish which the high tides brought up each day. Awful? Scandalous, really! The Pacific currents drift northwards so perhaps much of the rubbish had its origins in Pedernales, which was packed with  Carnival revellers when we came through on the way to Cocosolo. 


Sisa with Maia, digging for gold in the sand in front of Cocosolo
Having seen the rapid coastal erosion further south, around Don Juan and Samvara, and also witnessed two years ago the might of the seas destroying the fishing village of Don Juan during a wind-driven, Spring high tide, it was curious to find Cocosolo so close to the edge of the sea, and with no defences or sea wall to safeguard it. Evidently they seldom have the huge waves and high tides we have seen before, and the beach may actually be getting wider, as sand from further south is deposited here. Robbie gave us all confidence by pointing out that even a small tsunami would quickly wipe out Cocosolo!
They were still digging the next day!

The water was warm enough for the children to spend all day in the sea between the high tides and both Robbie and Maia learnt to surf the little waves well. The swimming pool was filled daily with sea water and if the tide was high and the waves dangerous, the children simply transferred into the pool, spending much of their time on a big rubber tube. And if they weren't in the water, they were in the sand!
Robbie showing off his lobster trap

Early morning walks exploring the beach were a good way to get an appetite up for the big buffet breakfast of local food. Later in the day, the sun was too strong and the sand too hot for these walks. Not many sea shells to be found on these beaches, and even crabs were few but instead a plethora of plastic debris and junk on the top of the sand and of course, an abundance of those pesky little, invisible sand flies which bite so furiously - 'no-seeums'! Robbie and John one morning found two lobster pots washed up and this was the only evidence of fishing of any sort, although there are apparently plenty of big fish to be caught about 700 metres out, where the coastal shelf drops down and the cold water wells up.

Cocosolo is about 15 years old and is one of the remaining fractions of a vast coastal hacienda which was divided between 8 conflictive family members. Most of those parcels of land have now been sold off though fortunately not yet built on. Some remain as coconut palm plantations. The 'hotel' consists of its main, original building, surrounded by several cabins. It is all a bit hotch-potch and higgledy-piggledy - an on-going project. There is even an aquarium of sorts whose only residents seem to be snakes and a bright green lizard, who live outside the tanks. What does one want on the coast? Good beaches and sand and sea. Secure, clean rooms. Good beds and showers. Good food. Hospitable service and management. A laid back atmosphere. All our needs were catered for, with a resounding, "Yes!". The owner seemed to spend much of her time in a corner of the restaurant, watching bad TV programmes, while her daughter Valentina ran Cocosolo, efficiently and in a most welcoming way. Valentina certainly looked after our meals superbly and was easily able to cope with vegetarian needs, allergies, children who wouldn't eat shrimps or lobsters and our other particular needs. After being booked full for the Carnival week, the hotel only had a few other guests - we chose our dates well! 
Pizza for the children
Lobsters for the adults

So what didn't work out? Obviously billing is not a strong point of the hotel staff and we all had to correct quite big errors. Sun burn - yes, the sun was intense and although  Robbie and Maia simply turned black, the rest of us frizzled, despite taking all precautions.
Milk for baby Edward
Sarah with young Isaac

A great and convivial holiday! Different from Samvara, which is a perhaps more expensive, is not actually on the beach, but does have super cabins and rooms and a great atmosphere, and is still our best bet for Christmas. Use the link along-side to find out about Cococolo.
Robbie at home in the sand













Isaac in the King's seat!











An edit of one of the photos above to give a lovely shot of Maia



















(And as a post-script ... while I have been writng up this blog, Robbie and Maia have been watching a DVD of Just William stories. Brilliant! That brings back memories. Thanks Pippa!)

For all the remaining photos of this trip, follow this Picasa Album link: Cocosolo photoalbum

Monday 30 July 2012

TASASTE - Again! July 2012

Robbie and Maia came home from their Aire Libre campamento (see previous posting) and we were all away again, soon enough, to the coast. Even Toby Thomas came along! We are lucky to be able to often use Phil and Mercy Cooper's small house with its almost private beach, close to the tiny fishing community of Tasaste. We did not see much of Wolberto and his family this time - their new baby boy was born the day before our trip down and so the family were staying for a week or so elsewhere. Our nine days on the coast were spent in the best of ways - sleeping or reading stories in the hammocks; walking on the beach, usually accompanied by some of the many beach dogs; playing in the sand; visiting Alessandro and Cari at El Peperoncini and greeting their new baby, Daphni, and enjoying one of his special pasta meals; spending a day with Benno in Samvara, eating pizza and lazing in the swimming pool; going as usual to Canoa, so Maia could have her braids done expertly; and trying to keep wasps, mosquitoes, crickets, frogs, bats and other wildlife out of the house at night. Although this part of the Manabí coast is undergoing some rapid and truly horrible development, for the time being we are privileged to be able to enjoy this remote paradise. Here are some photos:

Picnic on the way down. The journey takes no more than 5 hours in the car. (10 hours for John on his bike the week before!)
 Robbie in the Samvara swimming pool. Both Robbie and Maia are now quite competent swimmers, and Robbie is a great body surfer in the sea, expertly picking the right waves.
 Maia's braids being done in Canoa. Actually they later fell apart very quickly - the little rubber bands did not get on at all well with the sea water, when we got back to Tasaste!
Toby and friend, in the waves. 

 More dogs, perhaps a little less sophisticated than the Dalmatian in the prevous photos. These rocks here were once excellent oyster beds, but they have long been cleaned out.

 The little house - casita - nestling in its piece of coastal dry forest. The house has no electricity and  water has to be provided by a visiting lorry tanker, whenever there are visitors, such as ourselves. Most of the water, which is fortunately very cheap, goes on to Phil's ambitious planting project - almonds, cashews and macadamias, as well as some lovely palms.
 Robbie and Maia, and Toby Thomas, posing in front of El Arco de Amor, in front of 'our' casita. At low tide, this landmark can be visited on foot from Tasaste.

Sunday 15 July 2012

CAMPAMENTO AIRE LIBRE

Last year at the start of the Summer holiday, Robbie and Maia bravely went off for a 9 day summer camp, organised by Fundación Brethren y Unidas. John bravely went off to the coast for a week, solo. The FBU camp worked out well, although Robbie and Maia were the youngest participants. The FBU dates this year did not fit so we looked for a different option and came up with Fabián Zurita's Campamento Aire Libre, recommended by several BSQ families. Better also in that the camp was specifically designed for 6 to 9 year olds.


Fabián Zurita is a legendary figure amongst Ecuador's mountaineers. Now 76 years old, he still spreads his charisma and articulates his message amongst all who will listen - patiently listen, for he is quite a talker! He describes himself as a Pioneer and an Educator and his camps are run under the slogan: Alegría en el Esfuerzo - Fulfilment is in the Effort. In Fabián's ideal world, growing up should be a series of challenges, preferably outdoors, which must be met without the customary comforts of computers, mobile phones, TV, junk food and all those other fall-backs we depend upon. He is strict with himself - no computers in his office, no web pages, no TV at home, never owned a mobile phone and still does not know what is a play station. He is strict with his 'campers' and even stricter with their parents - from drop-off of the children in Quito, until collection 9 days later, no communication is tolerated from parents to children. Like bells signalling lesson changes at school, Fabián employs a whistle in his camps. That whistle and his voice, supported by a wonderful intellect, a kind heart and a real empathy with his 'campers' are all he has ever needed in the 35 years of these successful camps. Google his name and you will find out so much more about him. Fabián is unique but there is undoubtedly a lot of Kurt Hahn in his personal, life philosophy.


So John bid Robbie and Maia farewell at 9:00 am in Quito Saturday morning, and received the first, long instalment of Fabián's 'message', given from the back of a pick-up in the middle of a main street packed with tearful parents. 9 days is long for youngsters amongst new surroundings but we were bluntly told to shed our tears, go back home and to report at the camp site in La Merced Sunday morning, 9 days later.


John arrived Sunday morning, as instructed, and found two filthy but supremely happy children, amongst 60 other equally as cheerful camp participants. Maia's hair was a dreadlock chaos; Robbie was on his last pair of torn shorts; and both were covered in dog hair, dirt, grass and cuts and bumps. 


Robbie had perhaps suffered a few moments of unhappiness - some tears a couple of nights, according to his leader/guide Koa - but had otherwise really enjoyed the experience. Maia had made new friends and was even selected by the other children as one of the best, all-round campers of the week, chosen to raise her group's flag.


 The campers were divided into 8 groups, 4 each of boys and girls, and were allocated a cabin, where they lived for the week with their guide. These groups were called patrols and each had to make and raise its own flag. They cooked some of their own meals and washed their own clothes - not very well, on the evidence of the mess delivered back home on Sunday!
Maia's group leader or guide was Camilla, who even tried to do Maia's braids!
 They climbed from their camp to the top of Ilalo. This is quite a trek for a youngster, but they all made it. Here is Maia's group at the top. Maia's group came up with the name Tortugas Marinas (Sea Turtles) for themselves.


A big part of the Aire Libre campamentos is to encourage all the children to meet challenges which they otherwise might not even dream of meeting.
 Robbie's group apparently climbed well, and without any sort of fuss.


Robbie's group called themselves the Piranhas.
 This is the line down from Ilalo. Fabián Zurita is a stickler for organisation and from the very beginning of each camp he quickly gets all the children following camp rules and expectations. The kids respond well to this.


A special rule for Robbie and Maia, who both arrived wearing England football shirts. "None of that! We are in Ecuador!", said Fabián!
 This is Robbie, in the stripey balaclava, leading his group up to the Refugio on Cotopaxi. Again, all the children successfully made the climb up to 4,800 metres.


The disappointment was the lack of snow. Certainly Robbie and Maia were all set to make it to the snow-line, but with so little snow around, this would have meant a long haul up to the glaciers.
Robbie's group, the Pirhanas, with their leader/guide, Koa.


You will see that all the children had to equip themselves well for their trip into the high mountains, although in the end, there was no rain or snow.






What Robbie is doing here seems innocuous enough but as far as he was concerned there was a deep and treacherous ravine beneath the log he was crossing!


There were plenty of other activities during the camp. The children all spent one night under the stars, without tents or cover except for the branches over their heads. They walked on ropes and crossed the deadly mud swamp on a narrow plank - actually Robbie as well as at least half of the campers, fell in, much to their initial horror but eventual delight! They swam in hot water pools. They built things out of twigs and leaves. They made a graffiti wall. They visited a nearby river and completed an environmental clean-up there. And throughout, they were supposed to be looking after their daily needs like washing clothes, preparing and clearing away meals, cleaning out their cabins and organising their other chores.

 Accommodation was certainly not high in the comfort zone! Bunks with wood boards on which to sleep, most of them sloping horrendously, seemed to guarantee sleepless nights. Not a bit of it apparently - Robbie and Maia slept like logs every night. Thank goodness it didn't rain - Robbie reported that through his roof there was an excellent panorama of the stars and the heavens at night!.
 Here's Maia zipping down a huge earth pile in the camp site. Both Robbie's and Maia's 4 pairs of trousers were finished in this one week! Not a surprise!
 Like the earth slide in the photo above, when John turned up on Sunday to collect the two children, he was first given a show-around by Robbie and Maia of all the different camp play activities. There were ropes everywhere, mostly of them insanely dangerous, but then if they weren't dangerous, who would ever have fun on them?








At the end of the camp there was a group gathering with all the mums and dads, when each of the children were proudly awarded their diplomas. They were also all given a DVD of some 500 photos taken during the week - several of the photos here are copied from that DVD - and a copy of Fabián Zurita's book, Montana, Pasion y Mensaje.
 


During this camp John was not idle! On Monday at 4:00 am in the dark he left Quito on his bike and arrived to the coast at Samvara, some 12 hours later. Actually 10 hours riding time for the just short of 300 kilometres represented a good average speed, despite the truly mean headwind for the last 100 km. Buttery knees for a couple of days were the only penalty. John returned on the bus - the climb back up the Andes to Quito would have been pure madness!

Tuesday 1 May 2012

BIG BIKE, FIRST TIME

Nancy's old GT mountain bike has been hanging in the store for some time. She wasn't a great cyclist! We bought the bike second hand in Cali, Colombia. The only 'hills' Nancy came across were the bridges over the autopista and - I hate to admit it! - she had to get off the bike and push it up and over those!


Both Robbie and Maia have long outgrown their tiny beginner's bikes. Both children cycle really well and Robbie especially can spend hours on his midget bike.


Here are Robbie and Maia racing down the driveway to the house.


From this photo, you will see how tiny are their bikes. But they have served the children well. They learnt to ride on these bikes, which each cost about $50 second hand, and they still use them on walks or to race inside the urbanización. At the sight of any muddy puddle or water hole, Robbie is quickly on to his bike and deep into the mud! That is nirvana for Robbie!






The bikes have been to the seaside and to the jungle. Being cheap bikes, their trips to the seaside have been disastrous. It was a major effort each time to free them from salt and to get rid of the rust from the cheap metal.


John got out Nancy's bike during the last weekend, to see, despite its size, if it could be made rideable for the children. It is still in good condition and has some very fancy WTB Primal Raptor tires - it won't be long before those are on John's Klein MTB! Pushing the saddle down to its very lowest was not enough. We went out and got the shortest stem we could and also dropped the bars down to their limit. Almost OK! But Robbie's and Maia's little legs are not yet quite long enough for the pedal cranks. But it won't be long.


Robbie was first and very soon got the hang of swinging a leg over the saddle and the bar and pushing off without any help. He was soon changing gear as well!




Next up was Maia and it was no time before she had the hang of it all. Her legs are a good bit shorter than Robbie's but she quickly grasped how to lean the bike and then get up on a pedal and push away.




Soon John was superfluous to all this and the kids were cycling around as if they had been using this bike for an age.


I wonder how long it will be before the first major bike accident happens?

Wednesday 11 April 2012

EL ESTABLO DE TOMÁS, TENA

Rain in Quito! Rain on the coast! And .... rain in the jungle! As the crowds returned on Easter Sunday from their holidays, we decided to go against the flow of traffic and spend a few days in the jungle, before Robbie and Maia had to be back in school. (John is able to enjoy a few days more.) El Establo de Tomás (see link on the right) is perfect for a few days in the jungle - just three hours away from home, assuming no landslides or broken bridges, 7 km away from Tena (Napo region's capital city), on the banks of the small, clean Rio Lupi, and with good, simple and cheap accommodation, which is shared with numerous squirrel monkeys, toucans, trumpeters, macaws and parrots, and wonderful butterflies such as the magnificent Blue Morph with its hand-sized wong-span. The flowers too, this time, were more spectacular that we ever remember them before.

Although often Toby would not be a problem on our travels, understandably Lodges are not so keen on visiting dogs. So we packed Toby Thomas off to Campamento Canino in Tumbaco for a couple of nights. He always seems to enjoy himself with the other residents but is very happy when we collect him.




Here are Robbie and Maia on the bridge across the Rio Tena. Tena is a growing city and, like so many towns and cities in Ecuador, has benefitted from a cleaning-up in the last year or so. In the case of Tena, much of this resurrection of the city was a necessity after the dreadful floods of 2010, which destroyed so much of the river-side, and led to loss of life. Quite how municipal politics works in Ecuador is difficult to ascertain, but the revamping of cities and roads is always very publicly attributed to the local mayor, with streets named after this dignatory, his/her name in big lights and even statutes. Tena is no exception, with some Blackpool-style illuminations at night, feting Sr. Washington!


 Tena is built on and up from the banks of the Rio Tena and its tributary, the Rio Pano. These Amazonian rivers can be streams or raging torrents. After heavy rains in the mountains in 2010, both the Rio Pano and the Rio Tena flooded as they had never flooded before, carrying away  houses and restaurants and inundating other buildings, including the newly opened Tena police station.


A wonderful resource in Tena was the Parque Amazónico La Isla, a small island reserve situated between the two rivers and reached by a wobbly footbridge across the Rio Pano. La Isla was home to a multitude of orphaned wild animals and birds and, in recent years different funding agencies had helped build an education and interpretation centre. Several IB students from Colegio Fiscomisional San José had worked there on their CAS commitment, with John helping. (John's school had been instrumental in the successful IB accreditation of San José, and there has been some very successful exchanges between students of the two schools.)


The 2010 floods completely destroyed La Isla, and washed away the footbridge linking the town to the park. Sadly most of the animals, including tapirs, huge boa constrictors, alligators, monkeys and some of the caged birds were drowned or washed downstream. La Isla is now a depressing place to visit. A short canoe ride across the Rio Pano delivers visitors to a destroyed and empty island. A few forest animals were on high enough ground to survive. These include mud-loving agoutis and peccarys, one tapir who is now wild somewhere on the island, some ducks and geese, two large boas, and not much else. The scientific and education centres more or less survived but a great deal of very committed and resourceful work has been lost. Of course there is talk of the 'new' Parque Amazónico La Isla, and of a new bridge but these do not seem to be so high on the list of priorities of Sr. Washington. Bright lights are much more important!


We were carried across the river in the small canoe, after a pizza lunch on the banks nearby, but within 20 minutes we were engulfed in torrential, torrential rain. It is difficult to photograph rain! But in the picture above Robbie and Maia are waiting patiently for the rain to stop. The rivers in Amazonia can flood dramatically quickly, so we were in a conundrum. One option - make a dash for it, get absolutely soaked but get back quickly to the car, assuming the canoe-man would take us there; other option - wait until the rain stopped and hope the river was still safe to cross. The canoe man only gave us the second option! So we waited until the rain eased off, and watched alarmed as the river grew in size and logs and trees began to float past. We were happy to make it back to the car, even though we were dripping like forest trees.


The other picture here is of the Park symbol. it is a nice little drawing which appears all over Tena, mostly a part of graffiti on walls, as well as on posters.


Robbie and Maia enjoyed their time at El Establo de Tomás. Here, still in pyjamas and while it was raining outside, they are playing with the bunk bed ladder.


Luckily we were blessed with no mosquitoes and other nasties, so the mosquito nets were somewhat redundant.


Here are the children floating down Rio Lupi. Such clean and safe water; warm enough for hours of play. When the river rises after rain, it is sometimes used to float timber out from the forests. Timber felling is of course the biggest industry in these parts and is mostly illegal, but no-one seems to care.



And here are Robbie and Maia happily at the end of their journey down the river. With those teeth missing, maybe Maia should be a filter feeder in the river!


El Establo de Tomás is shared with a veritable zoo of birds and animals, which makes for a lot of fun. They are free to come and go as they please, but most stay. The toucans are especially very persistent in their pursuit of snacks. There are some 5 or 6 White-fronted or Cuvier's toucans living around the lodge. A pair of gigantic macaws are also resident, and some parrots. Since our last visit, a small flock of grey-winged Trumpeters has also decided to stay around. These birds, about the size of a guinea fowl, do fly but spend most of their time on the ground. On our previous visits there was a large group of squirrel monkeys but these have taken themselves up to the mountains for a period, leaving behind just one pathetic little fellow, who always followed us along the river bank.


Here is one of the beautiful toucans having a snack on a seed pod near the lodge. Of course the birds and monkeys should not be fed at El Establo de Tomás, but they are very, very good thieves, and if you turn your back for just a moment, any of them will have stolen whatever was on your plate. There was one small, whinging toucan which spent most of its time trying to nip our ankles. It simply did not get the message that it was not welcome to do that with its massive and evil looking beak!


Sadly Robbie had holiday homework to complete. Robbie is very slow with his homework! Poor Maia, who was drawing pictures to give to the staff at the lodge, obviously fell off to sleep, waiting for Robbie to finish!


There are two lovely black labradors at El Establo de Tomás and they accompanied us on all our walks, as well as when we were in the river. Typical labradors - they spent most of their time chasing stones and sticks which we threw for them. The bigger of the two was quite comic the way he would dredge the river bed for a stone which had long been washed far away downstream!









So we had a good couple of days at El Establo de Tomás. One highlight was being able to Skype with Pace and Jane. They in deepest Cornwall and we in deepest Amazonia, both with good internet signals and able to chat. Wow! for modern technology! On the way home we visited and had lunch at our favourite jungle place, Hakuna Matata. It is financially beyond us to stay there now, but we always visit. In all these years the staff have hardly changed and they treat Robbie and Maia as their own! We had a quick swim in their pool before getting on the road back to Quito - in torrential rain!