Monday, 30 August 2010
Well, that is what my colleague, Dr. G., and I thought. We also thought that it would be a perfect place for a biology field school, where all of our budding biologists of the future could get to experience and study in one of the world’s biodiversity hotspots. Of course, thinking that a place would be perfect and actually knowing that our audacious idea might actually be feasible, are two different things. So, we decided that it would be a wise to investigate all the exciting opportunities that Ecuador could offer for both students and faculty alike, for learning, teaching and research. And you know what that means – an exploratory field trip to Ecuador. Of course, it meant giving up three weeks of valuable vacation time and missing the Welcome Back Barbeque, but we all have to make sacrifices, don’t we?
So far, we have accomplished the following:
1). We have carried out extensive research on the shopping opportunities in Quito. Dr. G. has shown a remarkable aptitude in this discipline. His bartering skills are finely honed and he is now the proud owner of a booby painting (oh, quit your snickering, I am talking about the bird), a hammock, several t-shirts, some comedy trousers (he claims that they are pyjamas), a sweater and a blanket. Not bad for a guy. I, on the other hand, am still in Shopping 101 and only managed to purchase, with Dr. G’s help, one vase (to replace the one bought on my last trip and since broken by my husband) and one sweater (to replace the one purchased on my last trip that, after being thrown in the washing machine by my husband, is now big enough to fit the entire Ecuadorian football team. I know, I know, I should do my own laundry).
2). A study comparing child labour and supporting job opportunities for the young in Ecuador. Dr. G. seems to think that having an 8 year old shine your boots is child labour. I personally think that I am providing valuable training for the future workforce of Ecuador and a source of funding that is much needed in the present time. Since my bartering skills are about as good as my shopping skills (i.e. poor), the agreed upon price was $2. Unfortunately, in the middle of the transaction a policeman informed me that the going rate was only $1. That left me with quite the dilemma. Should I give the boy the price that I was told to give (the policeman is still standing right next to me, looking all official) or do I pay the previously agreed upon price? I looked down at my now very shiny boots and at one rosy-cheeked, urchin-faced boy and decided that there was only one thing to do – give the boy his well-earned two dollars. Dr. G., my unwitting accomplice, distracted the policeman by engaging him in some very interesting conversation (at least, that is my assumption, but due to my very limited grasp of the Spanish language, they could have just been talking about the weather), while I slipped the boy his extra $1.
3). A mission to make contacts with important people in important places. Three universities and many professors and administrators later, we now have a plethora of pamphlets, glossy brochures, business cards and contact information for several field stations, some of the top biology research stations in the country and many options that our students and the university as a whole can make use of. We have been overwhelmed by the generosity of the Ecuadorian people and their willingness to help. Once again, Dr. G. has done most of the legwork, in both the listening and talking categories. This is not just because he is the extrovert one. Nope, the bigger issue here is my incompetence with the Spanish language. Note to self: Take Spanish 101 before next trip to Ecuador. To be honest, this may not be my most successful venture ever and I pity the poor soul trying to teach me. You see, languages and I do not get along so well. Trying to teach me a new language is a bit like trying to teach a fish to juggle or my cats the finer points of algebra. Still, at least I must try ........... and try .......... and try........
Update: Well, I did survive, both the shower and the hike, although neither was overly successful. The shower lulled me into a false sense of security by being lovely and warm to begin with. It waited until I had just applied conditioner to my hair before turning freezing cold. While I did survive the hike, my pathetic little legs did not manage to carry my weary body all the way to the top of the mountain and I collapsed about 20 minutes from the top. I know, I know, I am ashamed of myself ...........Spanish lessons and the gym then.