Our Crazy Adventure in Patul

There is a certain amount of truth in the fact that Ron and I were never really "budget" travelers, no. We like to have our own bathroom, ideally a king-sized bed and if breakfast is included, well, that's pretty perfect. We aren't Waldorf Astoria kind of folks either, but swing closer to that side of the scale than the other. 

Then we decided to discover South America and, as neither of us is working, this requires certain...accommodations...to the budget. We've camped, rented RVs, hosteled it. (Okay, in a private room, but it was still a hostel.)  Now, we decided to go off and see this tiny little pueblecito called Patul. It's due north of Cajas National Park. There are no roads to get to it, just horse trails and it's high up in the Andes where they actually get frost and snow. (Did I mention it's still officially winter here?)  The good news is that we got to stay indoors, which actually has four walls, but we're still in Ecuador, so there is no central heating. Ah, we're on the equator, how bad can it be?

Why this craziness, you might ask? One of our friends has always wanted to go there and arranged a trip for us. Us being 10 brave souls ready to roll the dice on a new experience.

Start of the hike with Indy leading the way

Wet! That's what you get for hiking at cloud level

Our overnight stay was in a village that has a population of 43 (give or take). They (happily) got electricity a few years ago, but there's no internet, no municipal services or other niceties. (Yup, that means no toilets ergo no bathrooms with nice things like sinks and tap water to wash.) The hike into the village was going to take approximately 6 hours, so we were quite pleased to do it in 5.5. The weather was not cooperative. The rain started on the bus ride up and continued to dog us through most of the trek. When the wind joined it, it made the going pretty unpleasant. The walk is about 11 kilometres (a little under 7 miles), but you have to pass through a summit in the mountains that takes you up to almost 4200 metres (13,812 feet). Okay, so you start at around 3700 metres, but still, it's a steep slog up that hill over a very short span of time, especially in crappy weather.

While the wind and rain were pretty unrelenting, we were happy to be heading down hill. In a small village called Baute, a lady was kind enough to let us shelter in her house, to warm up and have something to eat. She and our guide exchanged pleasantries (and money changed hands, I'm sure). She told us that she gets visitors maybe 5 times a year, and most are couples who are lost in the wilds of the Cajas. Let that be a cautionary tale for you, should you decide to visit.

Baute in better weather (on the return trip)

Taking off the chill in a local homestead

Photo by Bob Itami

Photo by Bob Itami

The cloud finally started lifting as we arrived at our destination. The laguna was beautiful and the valley was spotted with buildings with grass covered rooves. We could finally make out the soaring arcs of the surrounding mountains and the sun made an appearance.

The village is picturesque and even houses a small cemetery dating back to the late 1800s. There is a school that the children from Baute also attend. The school has 11 students.

Half-century old homestead in Patul

Life in the village is quite humbling. The farm animals are abundant and the chickens love to wander through the houses at will. They're often chased back outside with a broom or swift foot in their direction, but seem undeterred about finding a cozy roost somewhere inside. The house that we stayed in was made from adobe and cinder block and lacked doors or glass in the windows.(Like most of the houses in the area.) 

The openings are covered with whatever scraps can be found, like old plastic feed bags, tarps and the occasional animal skin. The interior flooring of the home we stayed in was a combination of dirt, concrete and wood. The kitchen seems to be the heart of the home, which is pretty universal, but not all homes sport a very pregnant guinea pig, tucked in a warm corner. The entire family gathers in the one room, cooking over an open fire and nestling up on benches against the walls to stave off the cold.

The family was incredibly gracious and somehow managed to feed the 11 of us from the tiny kitchen, not just once but three times. 

The cooking fire, no stove, just open flame.
Photo by Bob Itami

Meals have no definition here, there is no cereal for breakfast or sandwiches for lunch. All meals come with rice, potatoes and some form of protein. The vegetables that we ate were brought in, except for the broad beans, which I believe probably are their main source of vitamins. The trout must be running as we had beautiful little fish for both lunch and breakfast the next day. Our dinner consisted of freshly butchered chicken. I'm pretty sure that one of the photos I took is of our dinner. The children were tasked with catching the birds and putting them in a bag, presumably to calm the fowl before their imminent demise. This is life on a farm and gave me a clear understanding that if it were up to me to dispatch the meat, I'd probably be vegetarian or pescatarian. 

Delicious or darling, you decide

Somehow, more palatable

Dinner, anyone?

The temperature never hit double digits the day we arrived and dropped to below zero in the night. You could actually feel it as we sat in a small circle huddled under the only light bulb in the main living area enjoying the fruits of the family farm. We called it a day before 8pm, seeking to get away from the cold, by curling up in our sleeping bags and finding oblivion. It was then that the family gathered and ate their own meal. 

Abuelita y nieta (grandma and granddaughter), staying warm
Photo by Bob Itami

There is no early to bed, even for a farming family. It wasn't a restful night, between the cold, the noise of the family and the farm animals outside, the dogs running amok in the middle of the night and sharing a room with almost the whole group made for a challenged sleep. I rather hate how much of a slave I am to my little routines and luxurious comforts.  

Our neighbours for the night

One of the boys took a chair and turned it into a motorcycle with a few sticks and an amazing imagination, he played on that with his siblings and cousins for the rest of the night. If that isn't a life lesson, I don't know what is.

We were up at daylight, around 6 am and on the road before 9am.   Before leaving, I had an unfortunate interaction with a thistle plant while using the outdoor "facilities". Mental note, don't do that...even if the plant looks innocuous it can still git ya. I had welts the size of quarters for most of the day and a prickling sensation that I cannot recommend.

The return journey was grueling. We all knew it would be challenging, having walked down the track to get to Patul, but little did we know it would be a 3 hour+ ascension, with unrelenting hills and only the smallest respites of level ground. There were a few times when my legs were burning and begging me to rest, but the cold wouldn't allow it. Once at the summit, we still had another couple of hours down to get to the parking area where our transportation would be waiting. Despite the physical demands of the hike back out, the weather was much more cooperative, offering sunshine and blue skies (with a cold wind), with the clouds still threatening to gather, causing us to keep a brisk pace. It was one of the hardest hikes I've done so far, but none of us gave up and we made it back to the parking lot in a respectable 5 and a half hours. The whole group deserves a good round of applause for taking on such a demanding trek and making it without incident.

Ever upward

Trail Warriors

The road travelled, looking back to the valley

It was an eye opening experience, one that I'll remember for a long time and one that will make me more grateful for the life I have, and appreciative of how well other people manage, no not just manage, but thrive and enjoy, a life with so much less comfort than I have. If you ever have the opportunity to experience something like this, take it, embrace it and appreciate how privileged we actually are to have doors and internet and a ready supply of water coming out of our taps, not to mention the other trappings of "civilised" life. We don't need more, in truth, we could probably do with a whole lot less and, for me, that's comforting in its own way. I can survive with less, I can be happy with less and the world would continue to turn.

All Natural Hike

I have always enjoyed getting away and losing myself in the wilderness. There is something truly invigorating and peaceful about wandering through nature. It's a place where you can contemplate creativity as you are surrounded by nature's beautiful pallet. You can destress and get away from the noise and clutter of civilization. In a way, it's sort of like meditating, except rather than sitting in a room with your legs folded, you are surrounded by nothing other than the sounds and sights of the forest, rivers,streams,lakes, flowers, wildlife and other amazing beautiful sights.

Avilahuayca in the Cajas, Cuenca

Base of the Salkantay, Peru

It can also be a wonderful way to meet new people, find new surroundings and keep physically fit. We have been very lucky in that regard and, to date, have had the opportunity to hike and wander amongst some incredibly stunning scenery in the world. We've met a lot of amazing people and hopefully we'll also visit and meet plenty more in the future.

Our Salkantay trekking group

Axel (hiking is a natural high)

Salkantay

I was born in the Gaspe Peninsula area of the province of Quebec, Canada and Danica was born in Halifax, Nova Scotia and then we spent most of our lives in and around Vancouver, B.C. These are all incredibly beautiful parts of Canada, an amazingly vast and stunningly gorgeous country.

Percé Rock, Gaspé Peninsula

Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia

I consider myself very lucky to be a Canadian and to have had the pleasure and opportunity to grow up being free and feeling safe to venture out into the wilderness that abounds throughout. There doesn't seem to be a limit to the lakes, forests, mountains, or oceans that are within easy distance from almost anywhere in the country. It is the second largest country by area in the world and 38th by population consisting of just over 36 million people compared to the largest country Russia's 143.4 million. This gives us a vast amount of free space to wander and explore.

Whistler, B.C.

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I'm not sure if being from a country that has so much wilderness is part of the reason that I enjoy being in nature and hiking so much, but it had to play some role in it, I'm sure, and I don't hike nearly as much as a lot of Canadians and other people in the world but I do thoroughly enjoy it.

 

Freycinet National Park

Some people hike for the exercise, such as a lot of the Vancouver people who tackle the Grouse Grind on a regular basis, and some do it strictly for the pleasure of communing with nature. For me it's kind of a combination of the two. I love the experience of being out there but I also love pushing myself to see what I can accomplish.

Grouse Grind

I am also amazed at the ability of a lot of people in the world that despite their age they continue to have an incredible mental and physical ability to do very challenging hikes and other sports feats and they seem to thrive on accomplishing their chosen task with great joy. I, too, will strive to continue to do these things in my life and each time I have the chance to achieve another hike or another adventure I rejoice that I have the freedom, blessing and opportunity to do these things in my life, because there are so many people in the world that are unable to.

Cradle Mountain, Tasmania

12 Apostles, Australia

Blue Mountains, Australia

Three Sisters, Australia

Las Cajas - Remix

There are certain things that I never thought I'd find myself doing (despite what I've said under the influence of alcohol) and buying hiking gear is one of them. The list was long, with crazy things like hiking boots, trekking pants and gaiters. (Those are things that wrap around your legs and hook on to your boots, to protect your lower legs/pants, popular for skiing in the 80's.) Then I had to find a waterproof jacket and a warm hat, never mind the head lamps and neck warmers. It can be an expensive proposition, but well worth it, if you're going to spend several days on the trekking trail.

All decked out

I geared up and felt like a poser. I'm not a hiker...it took me a little over an hour to hike up the Grouse Grind (for those unfamiliar, here's a reference: https://www.grousemountain.com/grousegrind), not exactly a record, or even a gold star for my good health. Anyhow, here I am looking like an ad for some outdoor store (Mountain Equipment Co-op comes to mind) with my borrowed backpack and "sport" sunglasses. (Okay, I had those already, I use them for running.) While Ron wore the stuff comfortably, I was a fraud. Six hours later, I was able to claim my right to the togs. I'd crested inclines, reached an altitude of 14,000 ft (almost 4,300 metres) and trudged through rain and drizzle, and faced the gusting wind. Having stared in to the gale we, admittedly, turned around and headed back. Who really wants to hike for 2 hours into driving rain, if you don't have to?

The misty, high part was where we hiked up to.

I was muddy up to the knees, had broken my (already sad) finger nails and had a dirty caboose from slipping in the mud. I was jubilant; having wet wipes does amazing things for my outlook! Sure, I chugged up the hills, bringing to mind the little engine that could, or an asthmatic without their inhalator, but I'd done it.

So we decided to go again - how better to prep for the Salkantay Trail, in Peru? Our trek started out hiking immediately uphill. I couldn't breathe, I wanted to just sit down and let the rest of the group pick me up on the way back, but Ron was having none of it. He cajoled, bullied and cheered my slow progress up the first couple of inclines and then the miracle happened. I still huffed and puffed, but it was manageable. The trail dipped and rose and I was glad that I hadn't given up. Needless to say, the scenery was stunning.

We were in to the trail for about and hour and half, when our old nemesis showed up; not just driving rain, but sleet, heavy and hard, barreling across the lake we'd just stopped at to fuel up. The noise was amazing, but the cold wind and hard pellets were not welcome. It was another line in the sand and we turned back and raced down the same path we'd just walked, trying to outrun the storm. 

The storm chasing us over the ridge.

After the first crest, the rain abated and we successfully avoided the worst of the storm. I was  sad that we had to shut the hike down early, but glad that we weren't soaking wet and bruised from the hail. One day, we'll complete that hike.

Crazy flora...

Yup, that's right, I'm contemplating going out there again, even after our five day odyssey in Peru. I mean, really, why waste all that hiking gear? So for those of you that like the idea, but don't think you can do...well, you'll never know until you try. You might just take to it.

And we met this little guy at the end of the hike...pretty cute, right?