Fiesta en Cayambe

Last Monday, tired of hanging around collecting dust, Hilary and I got on a bus to the pleasant town of Cayambe expecting to see a rodeo. Instead we stumbled upon an incredible parade. We talked to one man who said the local indigenous communities plan all year for this one day. It showed. It had the feel of a small town Bacchanalia or Carnival. Despite the boozy atmosphere we only met one rude drunk, ate delicious food, had a sip of the local firewater with a friendly grandfather, and limped off before dark. And the great thing about a parade is people expect to be a spectacle and don't mind pictures. I hope these give a sense of the mad swirling beauty of it all.

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