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.

Sunday, 4 April 2010

4 abril, domingo


Late afternoon on Easter Sunday is a loose affair in Chugchilán. First of all, it’s Sunday. That’s market day, the one day when everyone from down the valley or up the hill comes to town. Second of all, Easter weekend means plenty of extra folks in town, who have returned to visit family. And third, they remember being incredible drunk last Easter and anticipate doing it again this year.

Drinking in Chugchilán is done in a very social manner. It involves one bottle of fire water and one small plastic cup. The drinker stumbles over to a friend, leans on them for support, pours a cup full and offers it to the friend. Then if the friend has any booze they pour a cup for the stumbler.

By five o’clock in the afternoon the happiest (drunkest) people were congregating around a street band and were merrily dancing (stumbling), sharing (spilling) drinks and beaming smiles as if the Easter bunny had left them all golden eggs.

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