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.

Friday, 9 April 2010

9 abril, vienes


The milk truck makes the windy journey up to Chugchilán from Sigchos, every morning. It’s not just a milk truck it’s also a people mover. Actually, it’s more like a pick-up truck loaded with school kids, flapping shoals draped over cold shoulders, solemn looking gumbooted men and a vat of milk in the corner, than a “milk truck”.

Anyway, the milk is fresh and unaltered. It’s milked from local cows and probably just transferred from milking bucket to milk truck vat, unpasteurised, unhomogenised and with the odd cow hair. I bought 3 liters for a $1.05. Initially, I tried to buy it with a $5 note, they told me to go home and look for smaller change.

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