Loc: Capitania Chanduy
I felt already too much worn during the night – my body needed more rest than just this night of sleep. The quality was better than in last night’s city camp, but I woke stiff and swollen and with burning skin allover. It was too much hard work into the headwind yesterday, and it felt like being in a continuous draft with a wet body. Not healthy.
So I decided to have this Sunday off, and slept in long and well, ignoring the roosters in the morning and any other upcoming city noises. Yesterday night there was a continuous noise over a loudspeaker in the whole town, I just could hear them counting always numbers, was it kind of an auction, or a bingo game? No idea. But the idea of a loudspeaker over the whole village seems to be quite common here, for religious or political reasons also.
I found out too late that they have a perfect wifi connection here at the Capitania, and could talk just about with my family in Europe and look into the next legs of my trip. It will be 10 paddling days to Esmeraldas.
I took a very short walk into the village, but again felt not comfortable being too much like a foreigner looking into other people’s cook pots. I noticed the Capitania was just besides the church, and it happened that the Sunday evening prayer just started at 6 pm when I came back. Despite me being not in any church and having my own belief, I felt welcome to join the service. I was sorry not to understand any word, but the songs seemed to be international. Though I was sneaking out when people started to queue up when the amazing priest was to distribute the holy meal… The church community was 70% women, but not a single black inhabitant in there. But the amazing priest was black! All looked to me like good friendly people in their best Sunday dresses. People with a strong belief can’t be bad people!