On the Equator
So what's with the Equator, anyway? (As in "Matthew Blair: Blogging from the Equator"). OK, that's fair enough, although I'm kind of feeling my way here, writing about this, so bear with me.
The Equator in my case means Ecuador. I have lived here for six years, interrupted by a spell of a couple of years in Chile.
Bill Bryson says in his travel books that you learn more about the place you leave when you travel, rather than your destination. This in the sense that you are too close to what you have always lived with to even be aware of it. And then when you travel and you bump into something different, there's a frisson of recognition for the familiar at home, belatedly recognized. Or something.
Anyway, I've learned a whole lot about the value of the rule of law and transparency and a meritocracy since experiencing life with a lot less of them than I was used to in England.
But what I was going to mention just now was ants. When we first got to Guayaquil I noticed we had great big ants in the garden, and they were carrying slivers of green stuff. Hey! That's just like on the tele. We've got leaf cutter ants in the garden, I thought. Cool!
That started getting a bit stale when they got a bit over enthusiastic in stripping the leaves off half the new plants we'd just had put in. And then it got a lot staler when they ate the pumpkin flowers on the plants we had grown from seed with the kids before Halloween. So I've been digging holes and buying noxious chemicals to pour down them. I have to tell you the ants are winning so far.
Next installment - mosquitoes (also winning).
12:46:24 AM
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