Camper homesick (Drive Day 135: November 11th, 2003)

Posted on November 11, 2017 Updated on October 30, 2017

Quito’s observatory only looks abandoned: peering in alerts a student to our presence and he sells us two tickets for a tour. It’s full of clocks and instruments measuring wind speed, latitude, longitude and a bunch of other things I should remember from school but now just nod and smile as though I do. Underground, four seismometers measure the continual volcanic activity of Ecuador and its roof-opening telescope measures the worlds above.  Humbling, but something else as well.

There is no shortage of sights to see in Quito, but for the first time we feel like tourists instead of travelers. It hits me: in our camper, we bring our home along with us. Without it we feel naked and utterly unremarkable – just another customer for street kids selling scarves or bundled-warm women ladling out dishes of unrecognizable meat soup.  I realize why it is that I’m so driven to find the camper my father built. I might have been malarial, half-starved and penniless but I belonged somewhere.

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Not the place to get a haircut (Drive Day 134: November 10th, 2003)

Posted on November 10, 2017 Updated on October 30, 2017

We should stick to playing tourist in the old city. Once we venture into the “new city” I am lured into a false sense of modernity. I stop to get my haircut in a salon with hipster styles on posters tacked to its windows. Put it this way, my subsequent purchase is a wool hat. And not just to keep warm.

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Freezing in Quito (Drive Day 133: November 9th, 2003)

Posted on November 9, 2017 Updated on October 30, 2017

After almost a month in tropical Panama, Quito’s altitude and temperatures are a shock. The socks I wear under my sandals (most of our clothes are in the camper) freeze to my feet after a soaking rain. This kid wants to shine Gary’s shoes, “Limpio, limpio!” but they’re sneakers. So he settles for the same price to pose for a photo.

Still, at least we don’t have to get carted off by ambulance to the hospital like another hostel guest on his first night. Turns out the beer is a little stronger here and drinking anything alcoholic at altitude tricks your heart into thinking it should curl into a little ball and stop pumping.

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Heavy loads (Drive Day 132: November 8th, 2003)

Posted on November 8, 2017 Updated on October 30, 2017

My first images of South America as a child and now, fix it as a place of brute strength and hard work. The first photo is of my father’s overweight camper being off-loaded in Colombia. What it doesn’t show is the longshoreman whose finger was ripped from his hand securing the straps and cables.  My mother held her hands over my ears and told me to think about Pantera instead: our little half-blind rescue cat was cowering in the camper’s hidden storage compartment.

The second photo is one Gary snaps of a woman crossing a street in Quito, where we’ve rented a room in a youth hostel while we wait for the camper to catch up with us.

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