Quito, Ayampe & Otavalo

Quito is the capital city of Ecuador; located in the Pichincha province, Quito is located at about 2,800 metres above sea level in the Andes Mountains.
Quito es la capital de Ecuador; ubicada en la provincia de Pichincha, Quito está situada a 2,800 metros sobre el nivel del mar en los Andes.

Ayampe is a small surf town in Ecuador’s Manabí province which I visited in 2012. I also visited nearby Puerto López, from where I sailed to Isla de la Plata, known as Galápagos of the poor.
Ayampe es un pequeño pueblo en la costa de Manabí en Ecuador el cual visité en el 2012. También visité Puerto López, desde donde viajé a la Isla de la Plata, conocida como el Galápagos de los pobres.

Otavalo is an Andean town in the Imbabura province; it’s located at over 2,530 metres above sea level and stands next to the San Pablo Lake and the imposing Imbabura Volcano.
Otavalo es un pueblo Andino en la provincia de Imbabura; está ubicado a más de 2,530 metros sobre el nivel del mar y al pie del Lago San Pablo y el imponente Volcán Imbabura.

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F-Air Colombia 2013

Fotografías de la sexta Feria Aeronáutica Internacional en el Aeropuerto Internacional José María Córdova en Rionegro, Antioquia. La feria empezó el 11 de julio y terminó hoy. Participaron pilotos de la Real Fuerza Aérea Canadiense (RCAF por sus siglas en inglés), de la Fuera Aérea Colombiana (FAC), el equipo de paracaidismo conocido como las Águilas de Gules, los helicopteros Black Hawk conocidos como Arpías y más, además de los aviones y helicopteros de Colombia, Canada y Estados Unidos entre otros países, y stands con información y ventas de productos.

Fue un día soleado y caluroso, y la entrada fue desordenada y demorada. Pero las piruetas y demostraciones valieron la pena.


Photographs of the sixth International Aeronautical Fair at the Jose Maria Cordova International Airport in Rionegro, Antioquia. The fair started on 11 July and ended today. Participating were pilots from the Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF), the Colombian Air Force (FAC), the parachuting team known as the Eagles of Gules, the Black Hawk helicopters know as Arpias, and more. There were also many planes and helicopters from Colombia, Canada and the United States among other countries, and stands with information and product sales.

It was a hot and sunny day, and entering the grounds was disorganised and slow. But the stunts and demonstrations were worth it.

V Feria Aeronáutica Internacional  – 2011 / V International Aeronautical Fair – 2011

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Blown Away

On Documentalista’s two year anniversary, I’m looking back at some of my favourite posts from my first week. Click on the link above to see the full story.

Laura Restrepo Ortega

I need to be blown away. I’ve been stuck for so long, I no longer know where I’m standing or where I’m going. It’s a hot day in early summer. I’m pacing around the house, flipping through the TV stations, walking outside, in. I can only hear it faintly, but it’s enough. Every time, it sets my imagination on fire, gives my brain a kick and my heart a squeeze.

    Run, run, river
    Carry me to my home in the ocean
    Carry me away
    I know I have a home
    Somewhere far and removed
    Like the stars that make you feel like you’ve got friends
    Stars will make you feel like you’ve got friends

I definitely need to be blown away. I look at the hundreds of little houses that freckle the gentle slopes of the hills. Their white roofs, pale sides, green…

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This is (my) Paradise/ Este es (mi) Paraíso

On Documentalista’s two year anniversary, I’m looking back at some of my favourite posts from my first week. / En el segundo aniversario de Documentalista, estoy regresando a mis posts favoritos de la primera semana.

Laura Restrepo Ortega

The Maldives archipelago consists of 1,192 coral islands and 26 atolls in the Indian Ocean, and some of the most spectacular beaches and coral reefs in the world.
These photographs were taken in 2010.
El archipiélago de las Maldivas consiste de 1,192 islas de coral y 26 atolones en el Océano Índico, y algunas de las playas y arrecifes de coral más espectaculares del mundo.
Estas fotos fueron tomadas en el 2010.

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On Documentalista’s two year anniversary, I’m looking back at some of my favourite posts from my first week. Click on the link above to see the full story.

Laura Restrepo Ortega

I want to tell you a story. It is a story very few people know, and even fewer believe. I have decided to tell it now, to you, because I fear my time here is coming to an end, and this is one tale that needs to be told. You might wonder why I didn’t tell it before the way I’m doing now—so openly, I mean. Well, like I said before, very few believe this story, and the ones who have heard it and disbelieved it have shunned me from their lives. You can understand, I hope, I did not want this story to come out while it could still come back to me. But now…well, things change.

So why don’t I tell it myself? Ah, I have lost any courage I had in my youth. But you, you still have the power to change history, and what a wonderful…

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Wishing for the End of the World

I think I was seven years old the first time I heard about the end of the world. Yup, the End of the World, as in doomsday, the apocalypse, the last day, the final judgement, whatever you want to call it. According to the Mayans, the world as we know it will come to an end on 21st December 2012, a date that seemed forever away when I was a kid. So I tried pushing this idea to the back of my mind, choosing not to worry about it but secretly expectant for it, knowing I’d eventually have to face the possibility of this happening during my lifetime.

Well, that time has come, although the veracity of this prophecy is obviously a hotly debated topic. But with only a few weeks left before the prophesied implosion of our planet, I find myself highly optimistic, hoping the Mayans didn’t simply run out of space on their calendar.

I know, I know it sounds horrible—who would wish for the end of the world? I mean, sure, it would probably be easier if the world didn’t end this December, but just think; how cool would it be to witness something humanity has always feared and speculated about?

Fuelling my life-long obsession with this one-off event, I’m constantly on the watch for new apocalyptic movies and putting myself in all the different scenarios, thinking: How would I cope under these circumstances? Would I think to do that? Where would I go? Who would I meet, if anyone?

Thoughts of the end run away with my mind to the ruins of a grey, destroyed planet. And despite what you might be thinking (about me being a fatalist or something of the sort) I’ve always had a survivalist mentality: survival of the fittest rules the world, especially in the post-apocalyptic planet I envision living in before the end of this year. (OK, maybe I’m just a bit fatalist). And although I’ve never really pictured myself being very old in that world, I’ve never imagined not surviving, either. Actually dying when the world starts to crumble has simply never been an option, not even in my imagination. So I try to prepare myself mentally and psychologically, in hopes that I will be emotionally prepared to fight for my life when the time comes.

But it’s precisely that—the fighting for my life part—that’s been making me think about our time on this planet lately. (Of course, the imminent and impending arrival of this day of doom hasn’t helped in easing my wild imagination, either.) So I’ve been wondering, would I really fight for my life? Do I want to? Would it be so terrible if I was one of the weak who died? The reality is, it wouldn’t be: who’d notice? Besides, I’d be free of my body, of the overwhelming need to accomplish, of the emptiness I sometimes feel, endlessly fuelled by my relentless need to live life to the fullest before I cease to exist. And once time stops existing, the pressure would be off as far using it wisely. You survived the end of the world! What could possibly be left on your bucket list?

When I realised it wouldn’t be a terrible thing if I died when the world did, I also realised that given the chance, I would fight for my life, I would do everything I could to survive, even if it ended up being less than enough. Because what would make a better story than surviving the end of the world? What could be more exciting than starting a new life in a new world? True, it would be a world covered in the ashes and remnants of what our society used to be (but what’s so great about our society anyways?) but it would also be a world free of preconceptions and rules: no more “musts” or “have to’s”.

Once again, I start to fantasise about living in a world of survival, of re-birth; a world that would give me the chance to start over and and to live in a place completely removed from what I have known thus far; I could just be, roaming free, walking the earth, unworried about money and time. My worries would consist of finding food and shelter—surviving—just as it should be. In that world, there would be no one forcing anyone else to live their life according to society’s standards because there’d be no society left, meaning we’d all be free agents, free of standards and hypocrisy. Plus, imagine the photos I could take!

So yes, I dream about the end of the world and sometimes even wish for it fervently, because the world I live in doesn’t satisfy me, it doesn’t fulfil or empower me. Yes, it’s a beautiful planet we live in, but we’ve accomplished to destroy to from the inside out and I’m not sure I want to see what Earth will look like in twenty years.

It’s possible that what I so desperately want isn’t a conclusive end to life, but a rebirth of myself, a chance to invent and excel at a whole new concept of what it means to be me. Maybe I just need to find a way to do this in our current world and forgo my daydreams of the apocalypse. Many people would say the world’s not so bad. And sure, sometimes that feels true. But most days it doesn’t, and where’s the fun in living in a world intent on its self-destruction?

Some days, the end of the world feels like the best chance for a new beginning, not just for me or humanity, but for the planet itself: a chance for nature to take back what we’ve so selfishly disrupted. And I suppose I will most likely be disappointed when December 22nd rolls around and life continues as it has for centuries and centuries, and I’ll find myself facing the meek reality of our planet and looking for a way to reinvent myself in this world, sans le fin.

Then again, the Mayans have been wrong about little else. Are you ready?


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