Tricimotos and Carretas



This driver gives his children and their friends a ride home from school in  his tricimoto.

Tricimotos (motor taxis) are a common mode of trasportation in the poor sections of the city and in the towns and villages in the rest of the country. In the city, passengers get of the bus on the highway (apparently a bus will drop off and pick up passengers anywhere along the road), and then take a tricimoto or a carreta (the pedal-powered version) into the barrios where the roads are impassible to busses and in some places cars. In some of the more popular locations, such as the main entrances into the barrios, the tricimotos line up along the side of the highway like a cab line. The law prohibits the tricimotos from driving on the main roads, but like many other regulations here, there are few or no resources to enforce the law. 

Tricimotos on the  Main Street in a Fishing Village, Puerto Lopez



Tricimotos Waiting for School Dismissal on Isla Trinitaria

 


Children from a Public School In Guasmo Get a Ride Home in a Carreta




This tricimoto is in the front yard of a school in an invasions area.
The school and houses in this area have electricity, but no running water.

 

Mrs. Foreigner

Mike and I frequently order a pizza  from a Domino's Pizza place that's close to our apartment. With a coupon, we can get an extra large pizza with pepperoni, breadsticks, a big salad, and a 1.5 liter bottle of coke for $20.99. The pizza's really good - about the closest thing we've had to eat in Ecuador that tastes like something we would eat in the states. I haven't quite mastered phone conversations in Spanish yet, so I always order in person. Even in person they have a difficult time with my first and last names. Recently, the clerk didn't ask me for my name when I ordered. When I went to pick up the pizza, I told him that he forgot to ask for my name. He replied that he remembers me. Curious about how he spelled my name, I looked at the receipt... SRA EXTRANGERA... Mrs. Foreigner!

Forgiveness

Escuela Fiscal Monte Sanaí is located in an invasions area in Guayaquil.
This septimo de basica (6th grade) classroom has 78 students.

I had the opportunity to visit several public schools in a very poor area of Guayaquil. Areas of the city such as the one where the schools are located are commonly refered to as "invasiones"... invasions. In search for a better life, thousands of people who have nothing move into the city and build communities on property that doesn't belong to them. Living condtions are poor, and the area is dangerous. This message was beautifully handcrafted on a bulletin board in a kindergarten classroom of a school within the invasiones area.

My interpretation...

“Forgiveness”

Forgiveness means that the guilty one, in the end,

is better than his actions suggest.

Forgiveness has the power to heal.

Humans sometimes forgive,

but God always does.

Thank you, Tom, for pointing it out to me.



Primero de basica (kindergarten) students were taking a written test.





More Students in the Septimo de Basica (6th Grade) Classroom



Strawberries in Pallatanga

We spent last weekend in Pallatanga with a member of the FUNEAP board, Lorena, and her family. Lorena's parents have a country house on the Rio Coco on the outskirts of the town. Pallatanga is a small farming community situated in a valley in the Chimborazo province in the Andes. It's about a 3-hour drive southeast from Guayaquil. The roads from Guayaquil to Pallatanga were in pretty good condition except for one landslide area (which from a distance I thought was a rock quarry... but then we had to drive right through it!).  



A truck, already loaded with beans, stopped for crates
of strawberries that were stacked under the awning of
the house in the background, and  then continued down
the mountain towards town.

 
On Saturday afternoon we went out in search of food, which is how I think the local people spend much of their time when they're not working. Other than a meat shop, a bakery, and a little tienda where it looked like you could buy some odds and ends like eggs, butter, and perhaps a piece of meat hanging from a hook, there are no grocery stores in town. Instead, people set up stalls in the streets where they sell fruits, vegegables, and herbs. Other staples such as cheese, milk, and eggs are sold from the farms or vendors' houses.


Mami and Raúl bargained for strawberries.




Although the little children were a bit shy, they appeared to be as
curious about us as were were about them.



 It's strawberry season in Pallatanga, so we drove up a gravel road into the mountains for a scenic outing and in search of strawberries. I have heard strawberries called both "frutilla" and "fresa," and while in Pallatanga I learned that frutilla are a smaller strawberry and fresas are a larger and sweeter strawberry. We drove past several strawberry fields until we saw a woman working in a field with some children playing nearby. She motioned for us to come up her road, and this is where Mami, Lorena's mother, bargained for our strawberries. She bought six wooden crates of frutillas for $4 a crate - crate included; the crate held at least four quarts of strawberries. In Johnson City, I think the deposit for the crate itself is $5-10 dollars.



They may not have hot water or indoor plumbing, but they do have cell phones and technology.
The child in the center took a break from strawberry picking to use an electronic device.



The people who live in the mountains have had water and electricty for the past five to ten years, but most live in rather primitive conditions. In preparation to go to town, the woman who sold us the strawberries washed up in a large galvanized bucket that was situated just outside the door of her concrete house. The house across the road, typical of those found in the highlands, was constructed of wood planks and a crude metal roof. The children were dirty, although they told Lorena that they take a bath every day. Despite the dirt, I think they are beautiful, and I wonder if they are happy in their innocent ignorance of the modern world (if that's what we can call Cuenca and Guayaquil) that is not so far away.  They will have a hard life, as they are expected to help the family work in the fields at a young age.