Alrighty folks, since I haven't written in a while and had a big weekend, here's a small novel for ya. Get comfortable. :)
Since we had a three day weekend, five of my friends and I decided to venture south to Vilcabamba for a few days. Vilcabamba is known for the longevity of its citizens, spas, and "magical" water, which is supposed to help individuals live longer. We left town in the early evening on Thursday, May 23, by a small, private bus. The ride itself was pretty scary; our driver was going roughly 70 mph in the mountains and didn't slow down much to go around the curves. We also almost got into an accident several times because in Ecuador, it's perfectly acceptable to pass one, two, even three cars at a time in a no passing zone. It's also common to drive in the lane of oncoming traffic. Basically, all of the rules we have in the U.S. regarding how to drive go out the window down here. One nice part of the drive was that the roads were usually wide and in pretty good shape. Regardless of our super fast trip, we arrived safely at our resort, Madre Tierra, at about 10:30 pm.
A view from our resort
On Friday, we enjoyed a delicious, fresh breakfast of eggs, coffee, tea, fruit, "magical" water and AMAZING homemade bread. Us five girls decided it would be a wonderful idea to horseback ride for four hours that day while our friend, Benjamin, hiked up Mandango. Shortly after we made the reservation, our horses arrived with our guide and we began our journey. Although most of us had only some experience riding horses, we began trotting and even galloping down the streets of Vilcabamba. At first, this was a terrifying experience as I prayed that I wouldn't fall off my horse, especially since I (nor anyone else) was not wearing a helmet. Eventually, I just accepted the fact that the faster speeds were going to occur and I had a much better experience. In order to get to our trail, we crossed a small stream a couple times, which was an amazing experience. Being in the middle of a stream on a horse in the middle of the gorgeous, green Andes is one memory I will never forget.
Mandango
We then began our hike up the mountains. The beginning of our hike consisted of a mostly uphill trek on a path that was fairly steep, small, or had loose rock or mud. We crossed more streams, galloped--yes galloped- through straight, narrow paths, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. At one point in the beginning, we reached an open area of land and were able to see the gorgeous, green mountains around us. I literally felt like I was in the Sound of Music, and although I am by no means a singer, I felt like belting out "The Hills are Alive". However, after taking into consideration the importance of the sanity of my friends and guide, I decided against the idea.
I felt like singing at this moment. Everything was beautiful.
Panoramic view! The picture does not do it justice, however.
We continued on our journey and eventually reached a point where we were to get off our horses and hike down an incredibly steep mountainside to reach a beautiful waterfall. As I was hiking down the mountain, I couldn't help but be thankful I had already had experience at Cajas to prepare me for the descent. After reaching the waterfall, we took pictures, enjoyed the cooler temperatures, and took a nice break. My friend, Sophia, even decided to take a dip into the water. When we were ready to leave, going back up the mountain proved to be a bit difficult. The high altitude combined with the steepness of the hill gave us a great workout, but we all managed to get back up and head back to the resort.
The waterfall!
In several ways, descending the mountain on horseback was much scarier than the ascent. At times, it felt like I was going to fall forward off my horse while we climbed down rocky slopes. Other times, it was scary to watch others descend and hang on tight to their horses. I have a fear of heights and being on a horse on a mountain was a pretty frightening experience. I had to learn to give up my need of being in control and just trust my horse to keep me safe.
Although it was a frightening experience at times, I really enjoyed horseback riding for four hours. We climbed the mountain much faster than we could have ever gone on foot and just riding a horse again was fun.
When we arrived back at the resort and began to walk around again, all five of us girls felt incredibly sore and tired, so we decided to sign up for some massages. Our resort had a wonderful spa that visitors loved to use. After a delicious lunch and some showers, Caitlin and I had a half hour back massage, which was a first for the both of us. After our massages, we dipped our feet in the pool, and then slowly made our way back to our cabin. (Side note: at the resort, all 6 of us shared one room. There was a queen sized bed and two sets of bunkbeds in the very large, open room. We also had our own bathroom.)
When we arrived at our cabin, I attempted to unlock the door with our key, but had difficulty doing so. I tried to push open the door, and turn the doorknob, but I couldn't get either to move. Next, Caitlin tried to open the door, but couldn't either. We were pretty sure that one of our friends was in the room and was holding the door. At first, I thought it was slightly amusing, but annoying at the same time. As I tried the door again, I could sort of get it to move, as if the door was unlocked but there was a chair or a person behind the door holding it. My little sister and I have slammed plenty of doors on each other, so I have plenty of experience of knowing what it feels like for a door to be unlocked, but has something blocking it on the other side.
At this point, Caitlin and I were getting really upset because we just wanted to get into our room. I went and got a staff person to help unlock the door, which she did with no problem. When the door opened, Caitlin and I were shocked to find that the cabin was empty. I even checked the bathroom and shower to make sure nobody was hiding from us. We both truly believed someone was in the cabin.
A short while later, I noticed that one of our window screens was wide open, which was odd because there was absolutely no point in it being open. After a quick survey of what was underneath it, I noticed how incredibly easy it would have been for someone to climb from the ground onto the small roof below the window and then into our room. I pointed this out to Caitlin as well, but we didn't think much of it.
As we waited for the others to finish up their activities, Benjamin, Caitlin, and I walked over to a nearby farm that was operated by the resort owner's brother. After living in the U.S. for 18 years, he (sorry, I forgot his name) moved to Switzerland, started a family, and came over to Vilcabamba about two years ago to help out his brother and give farming a shot. His son was actually Benjamin's tour guide up Mandango earlier in the day.
As we entered the farm, one of the first things I noticed was the smell I associate with home. Hog poop. In addition to a bunch of chickens, banana trees, and sweet potato plants, the farm had one older pig named Arnie, a few other pigs, and about twenty or so piglets. As many of my close friends know, I love pigs and got extremely excited to see the munchkins running all over the place. It was such a unique experience to literally walk around the area where the chickens and piglets were running amok and observe their feeding, the beautiful Andes mountains that were around us, and the modest living that their owners experienced.
Arnie!
Later Friday evening, all six of us went out to dinner at a small, cheap restaurant in Vilcabamba. As we were paying the bill, Caitlin noticed that she was missing about $130 from her purse. We figured that it was probably just at the resort and tried not to stress too much over it. Afterwards, we ventured to a bar that was playing live music and enjoyed that atmosphere for a while. That evening taught us that Vilcabamba has a massive amount of former North American hippies that, for one reason or another, made their way to this tiny little town and brought their views, clothing styles, and music choices with them.
After enjoying the live band, we went back to the resort, and settled down for the evening. Caitlin tried to look for her money, but came up short. We tried to reassure her that we'd probably find it in the morning. However, after searching high and low Saturday morning, we never did find Caitlin's $130. We immediately concluded that on Friday when Caitlin and I tried to get into the room, there was in fact someone in there holding the door. We believed that they hadn't taken more of our stuff because they didn't have time to do more searching.
Since Caitlin was out of extra money and most of the girls were sore from horseback riding, we decided that we were going to take it easy on Saturday. My friends Olivia and Hanna signed up for a three hour massage and Caitlin and I spent some time near the pool. Unfortunately, the hot tub heater didn't work and the sun wasn't really out. Regardless, Caitlin and I both jumped into the cold, but tolerable pool and laid out in the sunny/cloudy weather.
In the afternoon, Caitlin and I got a pedicure, relaxed, and waited for the others to finish up their activities. After another delicious meal at the resort, Hanna, Sophia, Benjamin, and I ventured into town to watch the festivities that were happening that night in the town's square. We enjoyed the music by the live band was playing for about an hour or so and then wandered back to the bar we had gone to the previous night, as they also had live music.
The next morning, we packed up and headed back to our homes in Cuenca. Our drive back was much more relaxed and calm than what we had experienced on the way to Vilcabamba. After about five hours of travel, we arrived safely in Cuenca.
It was a rough weekend.