Chronicles of the Wayward Moot

WELCOME TO THE MOOT, oh world-wanderers and word-whisperers. After two years of Peace Corps. After 2,200 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. What. Comes. Next?

24/09/2007


Rat-monkey. It's what's for breakfast.

The traditional Shuar breakfast spread in Jorge's living room.

We finally reach the road Puyo-Macas and walk the last bit into town, dusty, tired, but energized from our visit ADENTRO.

Since the workshop we had to attend in Cayambe soon after was boring and pretty much a waste of time, here are two pictures from our subsequent climb of Volcan Imbabura. The weather was crap, but the adventure was top notch. We didn't even realize we'd made the summit until the way down, running into a well-prepared group whose leader had summited many times before and who explained that we had made it after all. That was good news, having struggled against numbness, rain, fierce winds, and even snow at the top.

A triumphant climbing pair attempts the midair jump picture, but without much luck. Too darn cold up there to try again!

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