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Otavalo: next episode in the Galapagos Saga

Busy Saturday market in Otavalo

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Our next trip was to a place called Otavalo which is a very interesting small market town where most of the people are Indians. Physically they are small and stocky with olive skin and black hair. The women have a long plait or a ponytail and often wind coloured braids round it. The men also tend to have long hair and a plait. The women wear long, straight black skirts with a slit up to the waist and usually a cream coloured skirt underneath. These are worn with beautiful white blouses flaring out from the elbows, with embroidered flowers and patterns, often with a shawl of a rich fabric over one shoulder and lots of necklaces made of gold coloured glass. Men and women often wear trilby hats. Many of the men have adopted Western dress but the more traditional ones wear baggy white trousers and a poncho. As mentioned, a large proportion of the women and the young girls have a baby on their back. One of the tragedies of rural Ecuador is that the population is soaring out of control, set to double in the next eight years. The Roman Catholic Church, which has taken over from the tribal religions, is largely to blame for this. It is hard to see what can prevent the country from going the way of Brazil: shanty-towns outside the cities, poverty, crime, drugs and misery. As yet, things haven't gone quite that far.

We saw a bit of begging and some of the old women came up to us cringingly but most people seemed well fed and well clothed. We also encountered a couple of very pathetic looking people in Quito. One woman looked half dead, lying out on a flight of steps with swollen legs and a blister on one that was bigger than a tennis ball.

We came to Otavalo mainly to see the huge Saturday market, where they sell all kinds of handicrafts as well as food and clothing, etc. It was well worth the trip, very interesting and colourful. I also had the best chicken soup I have ever tasted, served by an Indian woman on a street stall.


Jean in the Otavalo market
Jean in the Otavalo market
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Puppets in Otavalo market
Puppets for sale in Otavalo, incl.
bin Laden, Saddam and Castro
Otavalo restaurant
Jean and David at a restaurant in Otavalo
Pig hanging
Pork chops tonight
Lake above Otavalo
Lake above Otavalo

We also walked to a lake which was up a very steep hill and at this altitude a pretty wearing climb. To be honest it nearly killed me. But I got there in the end!

The following day we went to a little village to meet an old man named Miguel Andrango and watch him weaving and his wife spinning. They use natural dyes for the colours. The design of his back-cradle loom is more than five thousand years old, it would have been fully familiar to the Pharaohs. He didn't know how long his family had been weavers: since time began, he thought.


Miguel Andrango weaving
Tahuantinsuyo Weaving Workshop at Agato near Otavalo
Miguel Andrango's wife spinning
Miguel Andrango's wife spinning
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Carding the wool
Carding the wool
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Carding the wool

This was a great thrill for Jean, who takes part in historical reenactments at a place called Kentwell in Suffolk. Here was a medieval weaver in the flesh, happy to talk about his craft.

Our next journey was a spectacular 6 hour bus ride through the Andes and down into the Amazon basin. The scenery was spectacular in the mountains, snow capped volcanoes in the distance, and then dropping down to thick mist and lush vegetation. We were headed for a town called Tena on the fringe of the rainforest.

NEXT PAGE: VISIT TO THE JUNGLE AT TENA

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