If a Backpacker Stops into the Salon for a Blowout, is She Still a Backpacker?

July 18th, 2009

Yes, I really did do that.  I was tired of my hair looking like shit, and there´s no way I´m washing it in cold water.  And I don´t have a blowdryer.  And I don´t have an electrical outlet for the flatiron, so this morning I stopped in to a basic type salon and had the proprietress wash my hair and blow it out.  I guess I am not really one for roughing it.  I like toilet paper, you know?

I am in Ecuador right now, for those few readers who may not know already, and I´m currently in the mountain city of Cuenca.  It´s the country´s third largest city, after Quito and Guayaquil.  I took a bus here from Guayaquil, and I have to say that it was both beautiful and utterly terrifying.  I can´t sleep at night because I so desperately do not want to die here by plunging off the road into a three thousand foot drop.  I want to see my son again.  I didn´t used to be so afraid, but having children changes that.  It makes you realize the value of your life.

Tommorrow I will visist some Incan ruins, at Ingapirca, and then Monday I will go to the little town of Baños, just outside of Cuenca (there´s another, more famous, Baños in the north, near Quito), and bathe in the hot volcanic bath.  Not going to wreck my blowout if I can help it, though.  Tuesday, I´ll leave my hotel with all of my things and meet a bus that will take me on a tour of Cajas, the national park.  Cuenca itself is at 8500 feet elevation, and Cajas is even higher, so it works out well that I will have had a few days to acclimate before I have to go higher.  When I first got here, I was getting winded just walking around, and there´s been less of that today already.  I walked all over this city today.  Some of it was even intentional.  Some of it was me getting muy perdida trying to find the travel company that takes people into Cajas.  You can´t go in there without a guide unless you have a compass and supplies and stuff, so originally I didn´t think I would get to see it.  I paid the same company too much money to also take me to Ingapirca, but the regular bus doesn´t go there on Sunday and this is the only way it works out.  Nonetheless, without doing any major shopping here, the extra expense is not that big of a deal.  I am fairly sure the whole trip is going to be under $1200, including airfare and phone calls home at two dollars a minute.

Speaking of which, I´m going to wrap it up, so I can head back to my little hostal and call Mr. Baby himself.  He left me the cutest message this morning, and I almost missed hearing it.  When I called my voicemail, the message began but no one was really talking and I very nearly just fast forwarded to the end and then erased it.  But I´m super curious, so I kept listening, and I´m so glad I did!  The kiss he left me at the end was so enthusiastic that it almost sounded like a growl!  He´s going to be disappointed when he discovers that what I brought him back is sweaters.  You get what´s good when you go somewhere, and here it´s woolens, Panama hats, and leather.  For myself I have bought only a necklace that cost $10 but is big and chunky like it should be for now.  I also got him a tiny Panama hat that he can put on his finger puppets.

And I’m Off

July 14th, 2009

In about a half hour, I’ll be leaving my house for my first solo international trip.  I am going to Ecuador, as I’ve mentioned previously.  I do not speak Spanish, at least not at a level that makes me sound like an intelligent adult, but I’m hoping to practice that while I am there.  I have my phrase book to study on the plane.

I change planes in Panama, which is great because a) I get to fly over Cuba at an altitude that allows me to actually see it, which is super cool, and b) you can buy anything you want in the Panama airport, unless what you want is food.  That’s not actually great, but it’s kind of amusing.  They sell every kind of shoe oand perfume there is, hats, clothes, jewelry, and anything else you’d normally find at a mall.  Except food.  The ONLY food in the whole airport is hot dogs.  It’s weird, no?  Hot dogs aren’t even South American type food.  But that’s all they’ve got.  And you stand in line and buy one from a cart, then you can just wander around and eat it, because there’s no seating area for that.  Actually, I think there is a bad sandwich joint in there too, but the point remains:  don’t plan to eat there.

I’m really nervous about traveling alone, and about being away from my boy for so long.  I have done it before, been away that long, but I was traveling with someone so I was not lonely very much.  Everyone who has traveled alone tells me that it will be wonderful and that I’ll be fine, but even so I slept like garbage last night and my stomach is tied in a knot.  Though that could be from the cheap lunch meat I just ate, coupled with cold oatmeal, an old kiwi (fruit, not bird), and some hummus and pretzels.  Hodgepodge of stuff that would go bad if I left it here.

Part of my nerves stem from the fact that 50% of the times that I have left the country, I’ve been robbed at gunpoint.  I need to overcome the fear that remains with me since that happened (almost exactly a year ago today, in fact), and I suspect the only way to do that is to create new experiences that are positive and safe and allow me some distance from that event.  Right now, the ratio of times I’ve been robbed to times I haven’t been robbed is not good.  The only thing that will increase that is traveling more and not being shouted at by a man with a gun.

On another note, my 30th birthday party was a raging success, in my opinion.  Everyone who came said they had a good time and I certainly did too.  I don’t have a lot of friends, but the ones I have are really good.

I’m looking forward to seeing another part of the world, and will definitely post at least a couple of times whilst I’m away to chronicle what I’m up to.

Alien Abduction

May 2nd, 2009

At least that is my story for why I didn’t post yesterday…

It may have had more to do with the Grey Goose and good neighbors I spent the evening with poolside, though.  Spending time with other people always lifts my spirits.  Extrovert defined, eh?

Soon, I plan to go through my bank statements from the past year and come up with an estimate of how much money I spent on clothes last year, just to see what my potential windfall might be.  That way I can start spending it on other stuff as soon as possible…Wait, something about that doesn’t sound right, and I can’t quite put my finger on it.

What I would really like to do is use this experiment as an opportunity to save for a trip for next summer maybe.  Where would you go, if money were no object?

The Philippines, Indonesia, Ecuador, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Vietnam, Thailand, and Argentina are all on my short list, plus I definitely want to go back to India.