Chugchilán is a typical village in the Ecuadorian Andes, a lot goes on, but nothing happens. All the men wear gumboots and all the women wear colourful shawls. There are plenty of cute, grubby faced kids and almost as many animals in town, as people. There is a town square, lined by a church, and a volleyball court. Sunday is market day. The rest of the week the atmospheric comings and goings of clouds comprise the majority of local traffic.

Monday, 12 April 2010

12 abril lunes


I was the fill-in English teacher at the local school, today. All was going fine, these timid mountain folk make for shy attentive students, then towards the end of the class I started losing students.

One boy excused himself and left, another excused himself and motioned for the bathroom, then another, then another before I decided to stem the flow of boys to the toilet. I had visions of kids smoking or toilet rolls flying around like streamers. I stuck my head out the door and looked in their direction, no smoke, no streamers, a good sign. When they did return I found out what they had been up to. They all returned with neatly combed hair; shiny, slicked, straight, black lines with a curvy wave at the front, pure latino.

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