Temblores y Cascadas: Que Mundo (Espanglish Edicion Especial)
Week 2 is nearly at an end. And it turns out that terra firma ain't quite so firma in these parts.
That whole ring o' fire thing.
This Saturday at about 2 in the morning, I had awoken a few minutes before the earth began shakin' its tocino -- un seis punto dos en la escala Richter. Luckily, the epicentro was far enough away that it only felt like a train was nearby, and nothing fell down or was damaged. (Which was fortunate for me, because I was out late and I don't think it would be pleasant to wet the bed at age 24. I haven't been in an earthquake before, but I wasn't perturbed much, I just got out of bed for three minutes and told my host family “Voy a tratar de dormirme” and fell asleep after about a minute.
There was a smaller aftershock I felt in the morning while sitting on the couch watching the news reports. Since they cut to a seismologists office right then and reported it, I began to think, “boy, I really need to get in better shape if my nalgas is a functioning seismograph.”
So on Saturday, I went on a 14 or 15 km hike with some other students at the language school who were kind enough to invite me. We hiked to a biological research station in a town called San Luis and took a tour and ate lunch at the facility. Some of the students at my language school work there, and gave an informal tour of some of the fauna and flora as we hiked along the Río San Luis. We saw a toad (zapo), a leaf-cutter colony of ants, a lime tree whose fruit looks exactly like an orange, and unexpectedly there is a crab that lives in the river.
We were hiking to a waterfall, and the trails were very difficult and craggy along and across the riverbed. My shoes were soaking wet by the time we reached the waterfall, and I along with everybody else had about wiped out several times.
The waterfall is a wonder to behold, jetting out from more than 100 feet. I can safely say I've never seen anything so beautiful.
Half in our group packed swimsuits in anticipation of joining the Tico Polar Bear Club. The water was at the very least 50-60 degrees or less, and you had to crawl down a rocky edge covered with slippery moss (all the while hoping the guides are right and there are no leeches or any other swimming companions). After a minute, though we acclimated to it, and marvelled at looking straight up. I wish I had a water-proof camera. I have a shot of me in my pasty-whiteness that I'll probably put here if it comes out.
That whole ring o' fire thing.
This Saturday at about 2 in the morning, I had awoken a few minutes before the earth began shakin' its tocino -- un seis punto dos en la escala Richter. Luckily, the epicentro was far enough away that it only felt like a train was nearby, and nothing fell down or was damaged. (Which was fortunate for me, because I was out late and I don't think it would be pleasant to wet the bed at age 24. I haven't been in an earthquake before, but I wasn't perturbed much, I just got out of bed for three minutes and told my host family “Voy a tratar de dormirme” and fell asleep after about a minute.
There was a smaller aftershock I felt in the morning while sitting on the couch watching the news reports. Since they cut to a seismologists office right then and reported it, I began to think, “boy, I really need to get in better shape if my nalgas is a functioning seismograph.”
So on Saturday, I went on a 14 or 15 km hike with some other students at the language school who were kind enough to invite me. We hiked to a biological research station in a town called San Luis and took a tour and ate lunch at the facility. Some of the students at my language school work there, and gave an informal tour of some of the fauna and flora as we hiked along the Río San Luis. We saw a toad (zapo), a leaf-cutter colony of ants, a lime tree whose fruit looks exactly like an orange, and unexpectedly there is a crab that lives in the river.
We were hiking to a waterfall, and the trails were very difficult and craggy along and across the riverbed. My shoes were soaking wet by the time we reached the waterfall, and I along with everybody else had about wiped out several times.
The waterfall is a wonder to behold, jetting out from more than 100 feet. I can safely say I've never seen anything so beautiful.
Half in our group packed swimsuits in anticipation of joining the Tico Polar Bear Club. The water was at the very least 50-60 degrees or less, and you had to crawl down a rocky edge covered with slippery moss (all the while hoping the guides are right and there are no leeches or any other swimming companions). After a minute, though we acclimated to it, and marvelled at looking straight up. I wish I had a water-proof camera. I have a shot of me in my pasty-whiteness that I'll probably put here if it comes out.
brainfart by Daniel at
1:09 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home