For my part, I preferred the idea of sightseeing outside the
town. Along with many restaurants
and bars, Baños boasts a wide selection of adventure travel shops geared
towards kayaking, river-rafting, climbing, biking, jungle tours and more. It
wasn’t hard to find the tour to suit my needs, so for $5.00, I booked a two and
a half hour tour by ‘chiva-bus’ to some of the local waterfalls or ‘cascadas’. So,
in the early afternoon, along with about 25 others, I scrambled into the back
of what is essentially a covered truck, and we ventured east out of Baños,
following the River Pastaza for a few km, past a large hydroelectric dam to the
first of two sets of falls we would see. It was somehow awe-inspiring to think
that the water from this river would eventually flow into the Amazon. All along
the route I sat in the very back next to a discotheque-sized speaker that,
fortunately, played a reasonable selection of music that didn’t quite destroy
our hearing.
Our first stop at a point where the river gorge is a few
hundred meters wide afforded us the opportunity to climb aboard a very small cable-car
that takes about 10 minutes to cross the gorge and back. I put my faith in the
safety inspectors, paid my $1.50, and ventured across with half a dozen
others. It is indeed a truly
spectacular location. Most amazing of all to me was to see that despite some
incredibly steep slopes on the mountains, farming was still very evident high
up above the valley floor. Getting up every morning to go to those fields takes
some doing, especially as I could see no evidence of any roads to some of these
areas.
Another favorite activity in this region is zip lining. Our
tiny cable car was quite sedate compared to the zip-lines stretched across the
very same valley. I watched a couple of people do this, wondering if I could
pluck up the courage to do it myself (I think I can). The valley is wide enough
that the people pretty much disappear from view by the time they reach the
other side. This option was not
part of our current tour, but Emma seems willing, so hopefully we will get the
chance again.
The chiva-bus then travelled another few kilometers east to
another set of falls. We had to walk for about 15 minutes along a narrow path
through some very equatorial looking vegetation, then across a decidedly wobbly
suspension bridge to view these falls, whose name I am unsure about (I don’t
think they are the famous Falls of Agoyan, which are a little further down
river, but they are impressive nonetheless). Even more precarious than the
bridge (which is at least held up by substantial steel cables) are the flimsy
ropes that supposedly protect people from falling into the gorge below. A narrow path descends down the side of
the gorge, with, on this occasion at least, dozens of people moving in both
directions. I made a point of being extra careful, and soaked up (almost
literally) the impressive nature of the Falls.
The tour allowed us just forty minutes before we had to
return to the bus, next to which was a very convenient food stall selling fried
plantain. Served up in a natural plate of the original skin with a little
butter, it was truly delicious.
The return journey meant running the gauntlet of several kids determined
to continue the spirit of Carnival who launched water balloons, eggs and spray
foam at the tourists. One balloon
landed squarely on the head of an infant right next to me as she was being
nursed by her mother, both of whom were thoroughly drenched. Such is the way that culture is infused
from one generation to the next.
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