Sara.. and the fugitive healers.
Trip Start
Dec 28, 2008
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Trip End
Dec 07, 2009
Papallacta, Ecuador
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Ecuador is so much like Peru and brought back all my fond memories of my trip back in January; the rolling lush Andean vegetation and those white cold clouds creeping over the tops of the mountains. Even the local Ecuadorian people (half of whom are originally Peruvian), were in the same traditional dress and we were back to the long black plaits and a gazillon skirts on the local women. I smiled.
After our 3 hour journey we found our place for the night. It was a stone hotel painted in bright orange with blue window frames. It looked like we had arrived at Fred Flintstones house!
We were then shown to our chalet and it was a complete contrast to FF house and was just like something out of `Seven brides for seven brothers´. It was a little spilt level wooden hut with a big open fire place and a wooden staircase leading into the attic dorm style room full of beds.
Outside our chalet we had the first and biggest hotspring steaming invitingly in the freezing cold. There were another 2 tucked away too. One encased in a grey stone building and one with a big blue slide attached to it ( as if the fact that this natural bubbling hot spring coming out of the mountains wasnt enough, they put the big blue slide in for an extra bit of `wow´).
It was so unbelievably cold that we spent the first 4 hours huddled infront of the fire. At one point though the sun beamed through the window and as I ran outside the clouds had all lifted from the mountains and you got to see where you really were and just how beautiful it was.
As I was walking back to the chalet to peel the blankets off the others to get them out, I met 3 people who were already in the outside hotspring tub and beckoning me to join. I really wanted to but i just could not imagine taking all my 7 layers off and getting in (or worse, getting out!) of that cold in my bikini!
I did though and it was wonderful and as I chatted to my new friends discovered they were healers of the highest degree from Canada. They were here curing cancers (YUP!?) and generally doing wonderful things in South America having been run out of Canada (apparently if you have the power to cure Cancers and AIDS (oh yes?) then you really throw up the question about the business that IS healthcare.. apparently...
I know the whole thing is hugley debateable but I really enjoyed meeting them and their weird hippie ways.
Was chatting to them about how low in energy I had felt for the 6 weeks (I had put it down to age) but they said they could `feel´ blockages and other stuff I didnt know if I believed. They later performed a `spiritual cleansing´ on me which involved a lot of `whooshing´ and pointing crystals at me while I stood within the traingle they were creating around me.
My logical side (well, we realised in Brazil that I dont actually have one, but whatever I remotely call my `logic´) was telling me how ridiculous this was and second guessing that the only thing I was getting from this was a lot of spit on my face from all the `whooshing´.. but then, there was another side, that wanted to believe. So, wiping the spit from my brow I decided to be open and accept it completely. What was the worst that could happen (well, apart from some horrible flesh eating disesase caused by stale hippie spittle..which would actually be fine- I mean, they could cure me- they are healers after all!)
They told me I may notice a few weird things in the next few day. I assumed that meant emotional but after an hour of leaving them, after waking from a snooze on the bus, became aware of a horrible sore throat. I embrassed it though as `getting rid of some communication toxins´ (oh you can make this stuff up and belive what you want cant you?).
We were on our way to a beautiful farm in Ottovalo by this stage, where we were having a homestay with a local family and could help them in their everyday life to get an insight into Ecuadorian farming, but by the time we arrived I fell on my bed freezing cold and sweating with aches and not nearly so enamoured by it all, but still tried to toughen out this .. cleansing(I also really wanted to milk an Eucadorian cow!?)
By the next afternoon, having lain in bed for 24 hours, I couldnt even swallow, my glands were like golfballs and my tonsils were completely white....brilliant...Enough of this hippie bullshit. Time for good old fashioned Western medincine...
Feel loads better now that its been 3 days. Maybe it was these `fugitive healers´ and I am the better for the `deep clean´ they performed on me- we´ll see... or maybe it was the 44 hour bus journey/aiport/travelling/climate change that had something to with it.. hmm... sadly I know where my money is ... but I sooo wanted to believe it!! Boooo!
