Por último

Si. Every period of time comes to an end; launching a new beginning of whatever life’s next treatment might be.
The farewell of Jatun Sacha and Equador is coming closer fast but there is no reason to be sad because changes is good for any of us. Still the power of goodbye will be a tough one for me on this extraordinary civil service. It was definitely more then that and I want to thank my four family souls who financed my predominantly, dependent white ass underling a disfavor to the greedy broken German bonds of ministries dissocializing this governmental program.
I’m especially grateful towards my mother who always dragged me in the right direction and Via.EV who made this matter convenient and possible.

“I’m still walking on the trails feeling the sunrays through the branches…”
Becoming wise is an irrational process but I can say holding the mic like a memory; I gained wisdom for life during the last ten month moving on with less complex literature.
Tal vez!
I’m in Quito again, taking a timeout of the mighty Jungle. Jatun Sacha is crowded in these days. El “verano” attracts all different kind of student and research groups. One day they counted about 80 people for lunch!
It’s good to get some money in and the bar has had some exquisite action with mostly crazy United Stations. But I’m getting tiered of all those people.
(Mind-gap from Quito)-

Some bad flu virus took me out for a good two days. After a few pills, vegetable soup and shivering sweaty bed rest I made my way back to Tena where the bus arrived late after a horrible seven hour ride due to the real instable dirt road – the only connection!
I hadn’t taken a shower for four days in Quito which would have been so bad if I hadn’t sweated all the crap out of my body. First thing I did in Tena: A good wash in the river. How reviving!
After that I ordered too much at “Café Tortuga” so I took half a “sanduche” back with me for later. The “salat mixto” was numinous, too.
That night I spent at Daniel’s who always has a free bed for me. His brother Gato, who also works for Jatun Sacha was there as well. It was there first day of 8 vacation days a month. We watched “Troja” and another movie before it was time to sleep.
Daniel woke me up at around 8 fro fish (Talapia), rice and salsa- rich breakfast!
Afterward we went with his wife to her last military session; she had to do for her studies.
Took some pictures, bought some fruit at the market and took the bus back to the Sacha. For all of you who still don’t know, “Jatun Sacha” is Quichua and means big forest.
Arriving I met Don Gabriel who was coming back from “bosque” with a group. He is the president of the next community “Ñucanchi Causai” and also works for the station. I was invited for the community feast this afternoon due to the almost perfect football season.
They grilled 15 chickens and cooked a lot more. I didn’t finish my plate but I still ate too much considering the six scoops of ice-cream early in Tena. After a good chat with the natives and the announced fiesta in the bar at night I took a real shower and organized my cabaña. I felt a lot better, so much better that I even ate a little plate of dinners Lasagna before I took off to the bar at 9.
Most of the volunteers went to another community’s party before they came to join us at around 11. My still glazed eyes weren’t prevention enough to keep me off the dance floor.
At least I could make them clear that there was no way I was drinking that night. I hadn’t seen the bar this wasted in ever just like the people. Dénice, one of the native counter girls accompanied me to the road at 3 Am. They sold pretty much all liquor they had that night. It was great!
The next morning was less appreciated from my insides. I awoke with the worst headache I’ve ever felt. I got out of bed at three in the afternoon for another cup of tea.
No más of this ill talk for now!!

The actual reason I went to Quito for was not to catch the flu but rather to have a peaceful last evening with my dad who somehow decided to visit me in the jungle.
It felt good seeing him after 10 month. We explored the station area and a couple other cities in the Sierra. The road conditions at this time of the year are so bad that we had to get of the bus walking through the muddy construction to catch a connection bus on the way from Baños to Ambato. Near Puyo we visited a “Finca”, recommended by a Columbian friend. It’s placed on 1400m right at the “rio verde” The people who live there are from all different parts of the world. They know how to cook vegetarian and introduced us to there interesting and relaxing Hindu ceremonies they usually have twice a day including music session with simple instruments and singing – “Hare Krishna”!
My dad made more pictures in one week then I have throughout my whole stay.
Too bad he didn’t see the better team winning in the final on the 16th.
We lost after extra time in penalties our first defeat of the season.

Now I’m all wormed out. - By the way, my “Lesmania bites” have turned almost fully into scars now and I hope I don’t bring any unknown parasites back with me.
You all stay healthy and happy as far that’s possible and
I hook you up with some more pictures.

The End