(Warning: feel like cursing a lot)
Yesterday my attitude was at it’s worst I think. Boredom and frustration finally seeped into my positive frame of mind and just squatted there, leering at me, slowly lifting its sciatic rattled leg and taking a piss on my floor, looking at me as if to say,”Take that Mr positive.”. I was tired of finding the bright side of anything. This beautiful little mountain town was transformed into a backwater shit hole. Fucking clouds roll in so slowly… In fact I became obsessed with how this location could be so windless. I have been in many a mountain location that was constantly blustery, but here, nada. Seriously, the stillness of these huge cloud masses that become fog to anyone residing inside them, was the perfect metaphor for the slowly healing tissue of my spine and nerve damaged leg. Every morning I can feel an improvement. Small, slow changes in the health of my leg. So slow… So… slow.
The vertical landscapes/lifestyles of the Ecuadorians makes for extremely strong legs. The very thing that I am missing right now. No trekking for me.
Every morning at 7 am the sun does shine on Chunchi, revealing the mountains and local volcano summits, but by 9am the clouds surely start to form, crawl down the mountain side or up from the valley and the village is quickly enveloped by perfectly still fog.
Sometimes just hovering about the buildings, sometimes settling onto the town with a vengeance. This will last till well into the night. Beautiful yes, but a mind fuck after 10 days. The irony is that while I was on the motorcycle I knew that these cloud features were localized and if one rides another 10 kms or changes altitude, one is back in the glorious sunshine.
Ok, I got that out of my system. Today is my last day (hopefully) in Chunchi. I know that only after I leave will the deepest effects of having lived like an unemployed Ecuadorian, hanging around town, reveal themselves. I am very grateful for the kindness this 9000 foot perch has offered me in my time of dire need. I will love this place in my memories, I am certain of it. I just need some time away.
I am at the very edge of being ready to deal with a 400 lb motorcycle but… the inside edge… so tomorrow is the time.
I won’t deny that i am both concerned and curious as to how my body will handle sitting on the bike for hours. I wanted to get a cumber-bun style back support but there is no such thing in town. If day one reveals the need than I have to ride about 90 kms to a Cuenca to find one. Not too far.
So, even if I can only handle a couple of hours a day at first then that is 2 hours further down the road and I think it will feel good.
The best way I can describe all this is:
“None of this makes any sense without the motorcycle”.