The bus to Sangolqui takes 30mn and is packed full of Quito city folks going to the big indigenous Sunday market. It also is an opportunity for chatting with locals. Peta now finds herself able to have a conversation in Spanish with the farmer next to her. The woman sitting next to me stresses the importance of seeing the annual “fiesta de los torros”, the big happening in Sangolqui this week end.




Peta isn’t particularly keen to try pork in this graphic a format, but she does taste the mashed potato patties that are fried to a crisp, fat “latke”. This is an appetiser until we get to the fruit section, where we buy our now favorite ecuadoran granadilla. This fruit is packed with big edible juicy seeds and has a hard orange skin.

Despite our blogging focus here in Ecuador, it’s not ALL about food, though obviously coming from gastronomically challenged Nicaragua, we are enjoying tremendously that facet of the trip. But now on to the “fiesta de los Torros”.


It takes a bold woman to “climb” the makeshift ladders that take us to the first level of makeshift “bleachers”.
Inside, teams of “cowboys” compete to rope in their wild bulls and demonstrate their horsemanship and lasso skills. 



The crowd sits in small “boxes” except for those who want to brave the bulls and descend down in the arena. The horses are large and healthy.
Yummy, yummy the roasted pig…Keep a piece con cuero for me !!!! Not fond of horses and cowboys but it sure is colorful. Great writing.
I’d rather devour a piglet head raw than scarf that Fried Beast. As for blackberries – yum yum! I’ve got poison oak all over my arms and legs from harvesting those tasty fruits. It’s a crime at $5 a box like they do in the supermarkets, really… You should see how abundant this stuff grows wild on the side of the roads in Oregon.
Thanks for the blogupdate Ben and Peter!