I exercised on the beach, practicing kung fu and imaginary kendo moves with a flotsam length of bamboo.
La viveza de la gente Patch#
On Sunday morning El Che tried the patch again. The dorada sold like sizzling hotdogs, and once again we were raking in the dough, selling our sandals at fair prices-fair to us, that is. During the night, we changed our strategy, displaying only our ladies’ dorada (“golden”) sandal-for stepping out at night-and the mancora-palm fiber woven in Montecristi. The new arrivals headed directly for the beach, which overflowed with people rolling in the mud, kicking footballs, slurping cheap beers and shaved ice, and chasing their dogs through the shallow waves. All of frantic Ecuador was arriving to dip themselves in the most unholy water down by the shore. Saturday back in Canoa did not bring many sales during the day, but El Che tenaciously stayed glued to the patch, because the town was filling up by the truckload. After that, you could practically call it “easy”! We sold three pairs to a family for $20 and other sandals for eight to ten dollars a pair. After several rejections of stingy offers, we then sold a size 44 pair for ten bucks. After that, we decided to get tough and sell the sandals for their real worth. Stepping off the bus, we pulled samples out of the soft suitcase and began combing the seaside resorts. Since we sold hardly any sandals the first day, on the second day we decided to sell on foot in San Clemente and San Jacinto, two towns joined like Siamese twins on the other shore south of Bahia. Then we set up the “patch” to sell sandals on the boardwalk. We ate lunch at the asadero (chickern broiler restaurant)-the best food stop Canoa has to offer. I hadn’t run in so long! Although I was huffing for air at the end, my body was absolutely humming with joy! I decided I would run for a short while on the beach each day-and I did! Then I did another sprint up to the bridge. I jogged laborously up to the next hotel landmark, about 4 minutes at my new scorching speed. Some strange, pineal urge inspired me to try to lift myself off the Earth. But as part of my new exercise program, I also decided to run for a while.
I walked as far as the green hotel, an isolated outpost halfway between Canoa and Viceño, the neighboring upscale enclave. Slowly, I wiped my mind of its infestation of barnacle-like trivia. I walked a long time until I had left the noise and crowding beach behind. I headed south from the boardwalk, a kasbah of eardrum-shattering disco bars, wandering peddlers, and hole-in-the-wall restaurants.
After appreciating a few moments of early bird choir, I was asleep in 5 minutes.īy 11 AM, El Che had still not arrived, so I decided to take a walk on the beach. I took a shower and drop-kicked myself into the bed. I went straight to the hostal, Tronco Bar, where my husband had reserved a room. The bus spat us out like eggs over-easy, gooey-eyed and unfirm from our overnight trip from Quito. Why should it surprise us that life boils down to simple acts such as exercise and doing the arithmetic? I arrived in Canoa on Ecuador’s Holy Week at 5:30 in the morning.
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