After the crazy times spent in Mancora in Peru, my kiwi friend Elle and I hopped onto a bus to Montanita in Ecuador. Our New Years Eve destination.
We arrived there without accommodation, and over this time of year, we were lucky to find a place for one night. A beautiful dorm at the top of the hostel, open to the night air, with mosquito nets to guard us from the feisty flying creatures of the night. That first night was a rather calm one, considering what we’d put our bodies through in the weeks prior. We just spent our time hunting down a hostel that had space for 9 people. A big quest. The following day, a bunch of different friends were arriving, so we wanted to secure a place where we could all be together.
We found a place. It wasn’t glorious, but it was ours. The hostel which literally did not have a name. The showers were cold. The toilets had no seats. There was only water when the owner went to go pump water for us from below the hostel. We used the WIFI from the hostel across the road. The kitchen smelt like mould. But we were happy to have a place to call home for the following four nights.
Montanita is a crazy place. It’s a beach town that is bigger than Mancora (where we’d just come from), and crazier too. There were so many Ecuadorians and Peruvians walking the streets without tops on, lots of muscle, lots of “Jersey Shore” really. Unexpectadly, there weren’t nearly as many travellers in Montanita as expected. The majority was creepy Ecuadorian men.
The 9 of us became a happy little family. People would ask us where we’re from… uhm… 3xAussie, 2xDutch, 1xKiwi, 1xSaffa, 2xCanada. We spent a few days just relaxing and lying on the beach, going for walks, and just catching our breath again. Mancora really took it out of us.
New Year’s Eve was completely childish. They have this tradition in Ecuador where they paper mâché figures of cartoon characters (you can buy them from pretty much any store) and then on New Year’s Eve you throw them into a big bonfire on the beach. I have no idea the significance of it, but it’s so much fun. A group of us bought a paper mâché Sid the sloth, a character from the movie “Ice Age”. We took him around on activities with us for a couple days leading up to New Years Eve. He road a donkey, chilled on the beach, came on a hike, came to dinner with us and a whole bunch of exiting activities for a Sloth. We then bought a whole ton of fireworks, and at about 10pm on nye, we shot fireworks at Sid the Sloth, then put them up his legs and blew him into smithereens. We only threw the remnants into the bonfire (as per tradition).
The actual New Years party was something Else entirely… On the beach there were thousands of creepy Ecuadorians and Peruvians. A South American form of jersey shore really. Walking around very arrogantly, shirts off, bumping past people, and just not really caring about very much at all. Very different to the backpacker lifestyle I’ve been living so far. Just before midnight, about 40 surfers came running onto the beach with there boards and stood in a big circle and chanted while some guy did fire dancing, then they all went off and had a midnight surf. Again, I have no idea of the significance, but it’s really interesting to experience traditions in different parts of the world. People were blowing up stuff all over the place and it actually got to the point where it was actually quite unsafe. People were setting them off among the crowds of thousands of people on the beach. I actually even saw a guy rolling in the sand trying to put out the flames on his clothes. It is possible to buy any fireworks you want, on any street corner. At home in South Africa fireworks are very regulated, and even quite badly viewed. They frighten dogs and are quite dangerous. But here, there was no concern for safety whatsoever.
Almost directly after the New Years countdown, our troop of friends headed off to an amazing nightclub that we had stumbled upon a few days before. It is the only club I’ve found in South America so far that plays good music. In the opinion of all backpackers, South American music is AWFULL!! ThE club was epic and it was a refreshing change from the rest of the music we’ve been exposed to in the past few months. The club is called “The Lost Beach Club” and they had an American deep house DJ playing called Lee Curtis.
And that was how I ended my year of 2013, in Ecuador. I would never have expected to spend a NYE in Ecuador but now I’ve done it! Happy New Years everybody.