August 2001

Guinea Pig in the City

When I was a kid, spending my summers in Michigan, my cousins had a guinea pig. A big, fat thing with stiff brown-and-white fur and curious whiskers, always stinking up the basement with its black pellet poops and the cedar... more

When Sarah Met the Postcard Vendors

Only one week traveling, and I have already lost track. I can't remember where I slept two nights ago -- was it in Ecuador or Peru? Was I in a hostel or on a bus? I can't keep track of... more

The Best Shower in South America

We arrive in Vilcabamba at sunrise. Only the birds and the good Catholics are awake. We have been on a bus all night. Every one else slept on the way here, but I started with every swerve of the bus.... more

The Accident

It seems like every bus in Ecuador has a cracked windshield. Sometimes they are small -- a little fissure in the corner, a pebble kicked up from the gravel road. Sometimes the cracks snake across the whole windshield, making spiderweb... more

Very Small World Tour

Aug 16 LA ISLA DE LA PLATA (aka "The Poor People's Galapagos") Aug 18 CUENCA, ECUADOR Aug 19 VILCABAMBA, ECUADOR Aug 20-25 Winding through Peru. Bumpy roads and long bus rides. Aug 26 SARAH turns 27. Please celebrate by looking... more

Si Se Puede!

We watch the Ecuador vs. Argentina soccer game at a neighborhood bar. The tickets sold out too quickly, and none of us can afford the $30 scalpers fee. It's an important game for Ecuador -- they've played better than they... more

Where Am I Going, Where Will I Be?

Today is my last day in Quito. Tomorrow I leave for the coast of Ecuador and then make my way south into Peru and Bolivia. I am traveling with my friend Kim, who I met in my first week here,... more

Eruptions

Baños is a four-hour bus ride from Quito, popular with locals and with tourists because of the mineral springs and waterfalls and volcanoes like Tungurahua, which has been dormant for a century. Except last Wednesday, the volcano erupted. There's no... more

Sunday Walk

The city is growing on me. On Sundays, I walk through the parks near my house. It seems like there's a park on every other block. During the week, they're empty. But on Sundays, the families are out, the little... more

Rumble in the Jungle, Part Two

... continued from yesterday So I jump. And I don't make it all the way. Of course. My hands grab hold of the rock, but my body is wriggling in the air, pulling me downward. I grapple with the rock... more

Rumble in the Jungle

The story below occurred two weeks ago, on my first weekend in Ecuador. The bus to the jungle is running late, because this is South America, and buses are almost always running late. It's not their fault -- mudslides have... more