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.

Saturday, 24 April 2010

24 abril, sábado


I worked out something, Saturday, today, is Kill A Cow Day. I walked into town and again there in front of me was a dead bovine. Today I arrived a bit earlier in the piece, the head was still attached. There was an upturned cow and a pool of thick red blood trickling its way down the road and over to the canyon.

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