On Saturday, we went to Mindo, a small town in the cloud forest. On the way, we stopped to see what was described as the only place in South America where people are living inside a volcano. We drove to the edge of the caldera, and looked way, way down into a peaceful agricultural scene. It looked like normal, prosperous highlands in every way except it was a circle about a half-mile in diameter surrounded by 1000´ cliffs. There was one place where a road gets in, but apparently so out of the way that usually people walked up the trail to the access point where we were.
Mindo is a center for adventure tourism. We got off the bus and loaded into the back of three pickup trucks. We rode up a reasonable road that left the town and climbed the mountain, to the tarabita. The tarabita is a cable car system. The cable car is an open cage that holds 5-6 people. It goes across a big valley, about 500 meters above the valley floor, maybe 600 meters across. It is powered by what I think was a truck engine, that moved it at a pretty good pace. Neither Sagan nor Tegre were bothered by the height. On the far side, we walked to a couple of waterfalls where the students could wade and jump off a rock into the plunge pool.
After that, we went to a Butterfly Garden, a conservation-oriented place where they grow and release butterflies. We could smear some banana or papaya paste on our fingers and the butterflies would sit on our hands. Among the butterflies were blue morphos, the biggest in South America.
We all had a good time, but we did not get to see a lot of birds on the trip. That´s because we went at the wrong time of the day, and we went up the mountain rather than staying near the river. Kate and I later had a meeting with Mayra and Narcisa (the Amauta directors) about needing to have strong biological content in the field trips. I am now confident that our next trips will have that.
On Sunday, we moved from Quito to Cuenca. That was the longest ride of our whole trip, about 8 hours. Along the way, we drove around the gigantic volcano Chimborazo. We saw vicunas (wild relatives of llamas) in the high altitude puna (grassland). At another point in the trip, the bus went through such a huge narrow canyon that it seemed highly unlikely that a highway would make it out the top, but it did. In a small town in the highlands, we found a parade happening. We stopped the bus and watched groups of dancers with figures dressed as animals and devils, interspersed with marching bands. Several students got pulled into the parade to dance.