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.

Wednesday, 28 April 2010

28 abril, miércoles


This entry actually relates to Alicia’s photo. The guy in the photo is our favorite character in Chugchilán. He is a mute, and I think deaf. He communicates with in gestures and smiles. I’ve encountered him in the village and miles from anywhere walking around the hills. He walks around with his sack over his shoulder begging for food and the people of Chugchilán look after him, I have never seen him with an empty bag.

We give him something whenever he comes around and he gives us the biggest smile ever. It crinkles up his face and jumps into his eyes, then he shoulders the sack and ambles off, to I don’t know where.

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