Final Thoughts on Ecuador

This picture is just to grab your attention!! But focus over here, not the picture!! Unfortunately the time has come, and I must return to the US. My last week in clinics was interesting. I was really hoping for some good time in the Neuro, but it didn't work out as well as I would have liked. The first day I was supposed to meet with the general surgeon I had worked with before, and he was going to send me to Neurology. It didn't work out that way, I went with him to surgery (a chole-lap) and then he said he would send me there... well somewhere between the OR and his office he disappeared. So no neuro for Monday. Tuesday was about the same, never was sent to neuro. Wednesday I went straight to neuro to find out that I need a certificate to observe in neuro, so that was a no go. I didn't get the certificate until thursday night. But thats the end of probably the most negative paragraph you can find in my blog!!

Friday was my first day in neuro, and last day of clinics. Neurology is on the tenth floor of the hospital, and is made up of about 20 rooms with up to three beds in each room. I don't know if it is mandatory, but all the residents in neuro were women and very beautiful. No surgeries on Friday, just rounds, but thats not to say it wasn't interesting. The first patient I saw was a women in her thirties who had tumor removed from her front left lobe of her cerebrum. The surgery was 30 days prior, but she was admitted because the suture became infected and was beginning to reopen. The next patient was a man in his twenties that was in a "transit accident" (that's all I got out of it) and was quadriplegic. They were monitoring his organ functions, which were normal. I tried to not let it get to me, but it was very sad to see someone not much older than me that will never walk again. But then what is "right" from a physician's point of view?? Is it "professional" to allow yourself to feel for a patient or should you be numb? Or is a definite point along a continuum between the two??

That about sums up the interesting cases. After that I felt like one of the interns that I so comically observe being grilled by a doctor. One of the residents who was very eager to teach had me read several pages (in spanish) about anti epileptic medication. After the reading she quizzed me (in spanish), which was very difficult to remember everything that I had read. She was really grilling me at some points and I felt like I knew nothing, but in the end was fun and now I'm a semi-expert on such medications. It was great to see someone in their residency who was still so passionate about what she was doing. She went off on several tangents about how great Neurology is and how I MUST specialize in it. 

Now that I think about, this wont be my last blog, I'll really wrap things up when I get back to the states, and I'll review everything I have learned about Ecuador as a country!

A half-week in Cardiology

I'm fresh out of the jungle and glad to have spent a weekend out of the city so i'm refreshed and ready to lay down some info. I went to Mindo, which is a small mountainous town outside of Quito to the northwest. Mindo is lower than Quito, but still about 1300 meters above sea level so it isn't exactly low either. This a great view of the city on the road that takes you up to the zip lines, the waterfalls, and much more. Mindo is very small and a very tranquil town. Its very relaxing at night if you get away from the one main street and one can fall asleep to music of the jungle: birds, water, and whatever else. The girls went ahead of me because I had clinic in the morning, but they picked a great hostal (thats how its spelled in spanish). When you start up the hill to the hostal you can smell the cocao from the chocolate factory that is across the street. On the other side is a small river and when combined with the birds singing, it creates a very relaxing ambience.

Somehow I got stuck up in the loft room. It was funny because I had a hard time getting in and out of the room and the door didn't even come up to my waist when I stood up, but the only part of the room I could stand was the middle. The stairs are very steep and very small. Somewhere between to combination of too many tequila shots, wet shoes, and no room for my feet I fell down the stairs which was comical relief for about everyone but me.... but now its funny. For such a small town Mindo has a lot to do. Butterfly farms, a chocolate factory, zip lining, tubing in the river, waterfall tours, nature hikes, and much more but that's all that comes to mind. Its quite the contrast to Quito. There is only two bars in the town, and really only one paved street. One can easily see the city in less than half a day, but its what's around the city that's important. To get to the main attractions like zip lining, you have to catch a pick-up taxi that takes you up an old logging road. Before 1990 Mindo was a very big exporter of logs to Quito. People were ignorant to the harmful effects of limitless deforestation. In 1990 (this is according to a cab driver who has lived there his whole life) the started passing laws to protect this area, and now any form of deforestation is some serious jail time. Mindo is a cool town because everyone is very friendly, and everyone's primary goal is to preserve Ecuador's forests. The city runs on tourism with a very high amount of Ecuadorian tourists, and of course people form all over the world.

We spent most of Saturday zip lining and after a chocolate factory tour. There are 13 lines of zipping around the cloud forest. It was cloudy the entire time I was there, but I honestly feel that I prefer it that way because it really adds to the jungle feel of the town. It was fun because a lot of times I couldn't see where the zip line ended so you just disappear into the clouds. After the zip line was the Tarzan Swing (to the left). This was quite the rush. You stand on this platform while they hook you to a rope that is about 70ft long (my length judgment has never been good). Then the open the gate of the rail and you fall!! The first part of the fall isn't like a swing at all. It feels more like a free fall which really caught me off guard. The swing then catches you and you swing back and forth through the jungle. Quite the rush!! Afterwards was chocolate factory tour. It was very interesting to learn the history and the process of making chocolate. It started with the Mayans, and quickly spread throughout the world. Its a pretty simple process too. Basically you just extract the cocao seeds from the plant, ferment them for six days, and dry them. Once you have the dry product they run it through a machine that shreds the seeds to make "nibs". Then they press the nibs and grind them and they liquify. The coco butter is extracted, and then the brown "chocolate" is ready to go. In this form it is extremely bitter and I tried way too big of a spoon full. Then the addition of sugar completely changes the flavor to the well known chocolaty flavor. We sampled some of the other products that are made in Mindo including some BBQ sauce that is to die for and some incredibly brownies. I got a copy of the recipe and the VERY important Quetzal chocolate for making them so you loyal readers better start sucking up if you want to try them... and if you want a Mellor steak with Quetzal chocolate BBQ sauce!!

Sunday was waterfall chasing time. We hopped another 4X4 taxi to the top of one of the mountains where we hiked down into a valley where the river (I forget the name) snakes through. Its a really mellow hike, but I could still feel the altitude a little. We only went to one waterfall (Nambillo) because we were limited on time. Apparently one can jump from the waterfall and there is a guide to show you how to do it but I saw no guide, and I couldn't tell how deep the water was so I wasn't jumping in. There was another platform about thirty feet above the river in another area, but after assessing the depth it was barely over my head so there was nowhere I felt comfortable jumping from. The water reminds me of the North Umpqua in about March. The water looks the same, with that light green color, and is VERY VERY cold!! We caught a ride back to Quito with the lady who owns the Hostal we stayed in. It was nice to avoid the bus ride, and we chatted in Spanish most of the way back. A lot of times my bus partner doesn't want to talk to me... She is actually German and her Son married an Ecuadorian women and have two kids. She drives them to Quito every Sunday for school and back to Mindo every friday. Seems like quite the pain but apparently the school in Mindo is a bit below par. Aside from having to commute so much, the kids are very lucky that they're learning German, Spanish, and English.

Since this post is titled "A half-week in Cardiology" I better get on with last week in the Hospital. From wednesday on I was in Hospital Militar with Dr. Aucancela, a cardiologist. If you have been paying attention to past blogs you should be familiar with this hospital (yes there will be a test at the end). This hospital is private for Military personnel and their families, and almost all services are free. For active or formerly active personnel everything is free from their medication to any type of surgery (save for esthetic plastic surgery I would imagine. As a side note, it is very popular here, but not in the hospitals... private clinics). For family everything is free except very spendy surgeries, but are still very affordable. The first day was consults with the Doc (office above). He is very animated, and a great doctor. He has a way of making each patient laugh and smile, and has a very personal feel to his demeanor if that makes any sense. Its no wonder why half his patients bring him a gift, anything from wine, to liquor, to christmas ornaments. He was very great to me and I feel very fortunate to have spent part of a week with him. He would stop in his tracks and sit down and explain everything that I didn't understand. His consults felt like going out for a cup of coffee with friends minus the coffee. I can't even begin to write everything I learned from him because I feel I would bore you with details, and I'm too lazy. I have to write weekly reviews of what I did in the hospital for the credit portion of this program, and i'm not writing everything twice. I know it would seem logical that I could just copy and paste what I wrote, but its very dry and I couldn't do that to my loyal followers.

This is Dr. Aucancela and me on my last day. He usually always smiling and cracking jokes but I think he got a little camera shy.

Diabetes and hypertension are prominent problems here. It is mostly due to sedentary lifestyles, poor alimentation, and diets very high in salt. Every traditional meal here starts with soup, and whats is soup?? Lots of salt!! Plus every other type of food tastes very salty. In short I learned a lot about how hypertension has no cure and how it negatively effects the retina, the cerebrum, the kidneys, and obviously the heart. One fun fact I learned is how pure oxygen is a vasodilator, so a hypertension patient who is taking some form of vasodilator in Quito must lower their dose if they are to vacation to the coast or some other low altitude area. I found this very interesting that the same exact patient with the same medication would be prescribed a different dose by a doctor on the coast and a doctor in Quito.... something I never would have thought of. Almost every patient we saw in consult had hypertension, and the ones that didn't had another heart condition like an 8 month old boy who needed heart surgery.

Thursday was full of Echo Stress tests. The type I saw was Chemical Echo Stress tests. Basically this is used when some type of cardiac irregularity is suspected, whether its an irregular EKG, chest pain, arrhythmia, or most commonly used with suspected Coronary artery irregularities. A patient is a candidate for this test if they fit the "suspicion" criteria, and are unable to exercise. The chemical they use here is Dobutamine, which is a direct-acting inotropic agent that stimulates beta-receptors. So basically it increases cardiac output and induces vasodilation. With the heart under stress, problems are much easier to see with an echocardiogram. The target Dr. Aucancela shot for was 140 BPM. They would observe the heart with four different concentrations of Dobutamine and watch to see how the heart recovers. Of the five Echo Stress tests, only one resulted in a find. A 50 year old woman had a Mitral valve adenoid which was obstructing it. She had the valve replaced 30 years prior, but unfortunately she needs surgery again. It was really interesting to see how the blood would swirl around in her left atrium (I think thats right, forgive my heart anatomy) instead of passing freely through to the left ventricle. The rest of the tests were negative, mainly just old ladies concerned about chest pain. Another note was how all the patients were women. I asked the Doc why that was, and says its due to why a patient needs a Chemo stress test: some type of disability so that they cannot exercise. He says the main examples are old age, arthritis, and knees problems. Apparently that is more common here among women, i'm not educated on the subject because my only Orthopedic background is surgery in Chone.

Now this week I am back a the military hospital in neurology, so hopefully everything follows through, and if i'm fortunate i'll get to see some neurosurgery. This is my last week here, and its going to be a bittersweet departure. I love it here, but I feel its time to get on with my life!!!

Recap on This Week

Friday was one of the most exciting days I have had here. Fridays procedure was repairing a Bilateral Inguinal Hernia on a 50 year old patient. I'm not sure if these are usually repaired laparoscopically, but this was an open surgery.

Not to far into the surgery, one of the interns who was assisting fainted, and apparently it wasn't her first time. It caught me by surprise because I wasn't paying attention to her, I was watching the surgeon. I saw here out of the corner out of my starting to walk away from the surgery and then she said she didn't feel well and the surgeon started yelling "Cógale, Cógale" (which means "grab her"). I was on the other side of the cables that were feeding the cautery so I couldn't catch her, but she was so small I was able to reach over and hold her up by her arms until the anesthesiologist ran around and grabbed her. She was definitely out cold, I remember seeing her eyes roll up as I let her go and the anesthesiologist was laying her on the floor. 

To my good fortune, the Surgeon asked me if I knew how to scrub in. I was very glad I had plenty of practice in Chone and I had been watching them scrub in for the last week. Needless to say I scrubbed in and helped finish the surgery. I held the skin separators and held two strings that were holding the Vas Deferens and the Testicular Artery out of the way. Obviously the view from the patients side is much better than peering over the Surgeons shoulder the whole time.

This picture was taken a about a minute before the intern fainted. They repaired the hernia by using a synthetic mesh called "malla". According the surgeon, this procedure is not used that often in the states because it is very difficult, I can't confirm or contradict because I don't know what is common. The mesh approach cuts down on having the suture the muscle back together in a high tension, "unnatural" way. The mesh is sutured to cover the hernia, and acts as a lattice for new tissue to grow. Therefore the mesh stays in for the rest of the patient's life. One cool things about this picture is how you can't tell due to its a picture, but every time the cautery would touch the muscles, the abdominal muscles would contract due to the electrical impulse. 

At the end of the surgery the surgeon thanked me for helping. Even though I feel I should have been thanking him, I felt very honored that I was actually needed because there was no one else who could scrub in. It was a great feeling because I wasn't a burdensome student who wanted to get their hands dirty. After the surgery he explained everything I saw and how the synthetic mesh worked. I found it interesting to learn how during a surgery like this, the most common problem (and therefore cause of malpractice suits) is damage to the testicular artery and Vas Deferens. According to him, he has only seen two post surgery complications like that in his career at the military hospital (I don't know how long his career is). As a final not on the surgery, I was surprised that they only did a local on the patient's spine, they didn't put him under. 

I talked to the intern who fainted after the surgery and she was telling me how much she hates surgery, but she has to do it was apart of her school. She wants to get into family practice and has no interest in surgery. After that I had a short chat with the chief of surgery about why Gall Stones are so common here. According to him, he feels the bad diet here is to blame, much like the doctor at the Maternity hospital feels the bad diet largely contributes to a high incidence of Preeclampsia (although there is still no known cause for preeclampsia). The day ended on an interesting note. My host mom's oldest daughter bought a new Suzuki SUV but is out of town. She needed to have it picked up, but my host mom was scared of how big it is, so I ended up driving it home from dealership. I know it doesn't sound like that big of deal, but one must see how people drive here before realizing how nerve racking it is to drive a brand new SUV that isn't yours in a foreign country. To add to that, i'm not sure that its even legal for me to drive here... but nothing bad happened so its just a good story!!

Now back to Tuesday, Its my blog and I'll write backwards if I want to!! Since I was fortunate enough to  meet the Chief of the ICU at the military hospital on monday, I spent Tuesday morning in the ICU. Its a fairly strict area. The door to enter is locked and you have to buzz in and explain who you are before they will let you in. I met with the Chief in his office, and then we walked down to the ICU. You have to wash your hands before you walk in, and you have to sanitize your hands before every new patient even if you don't touch them. I apologize for the lack of photos for this section but it seemed inappropriate to take pictures. 

The ICU is a 13 bed unit with a mix of pediatrics. While I was there the Pediatric Doc was gone so they just refer every case to another private military hospital. The first patient was a 53 year old man who had prostate cancer (along with a long list of other illnesses). He was going through chemotherapy and was having heart complications which was related to his cardiac bypass three years prior. He was suffering from supra ventricular tachycardia when he was brought in, but was stable when I saw him and they were planning on continuing the chemotherapy. The next patient was a man in his sixties who suffered an Ischemic Stroke. He lost all movement on his left side so guess what side the stroke was on. He was in the ICU when he had the stroke, he was recovering from surgery on a left side aneurism. According to the doctors he had aneurisms on both sides but they only operated on the left side. During the surgery he began hemorrhaging, and suffered from cerebral edema. When I saw him he was intubated with a feeding tube and the Doctors felt he didn't have a very good prognosis, but they were waiting for the next day to take more CTs. I'm not sure if they have DNR's here, but they told me it will be the decision of the family to keep him alive if he is in a vegetative state. 

Other patients included an older woman who was in a car wreck who suffered from cerebral trauma and trauma to her hip and chest. Another patient was an alcoholic with a whole list of problems. He was in for kidney failure. He had a transplant 10 years prior and his "original' kidney was failing. Another interesting case was a man in his 60s who suffered a bilateral stroke. He was intubated and I found it interesting how they used a sternal rub test on him, and also nipple twist (Not sure if there is a medical term for that). 

Wednesday wasn't very eventful. The doctor I work with had consults, so I went down to the OR. It was fun because I just floated from surgery to surgery and watched. Some of the ORs have windows so you can watch from outside. There was one plastic surgery (not esthetic) and they were working in a man's right nostril but I was only watching from the window so I don't know what they were doing. I watched some of another Cholelap, what looked like some type of angiogram, and surgery of a the ductus arteriosus of an 8 month old boy. By concept it was interesting, but I couldn't see anything so it wasn't too interesting. It was interesting how the Surgeon worked from the child's left side. 

Thursday I didn't go to clinic because we went to the Toros. So now i'm going to talk about the Toro so if you're strongly opposed to animal abuse or anything along those lines I suggest you skip the section (that means you mom!!)

Now I will not deny that yes the Toro is celebrated animal abuse, but it is much more. Above is the Plaza de Toros. Its a fairly large stadium, I couldn't begin to guess how many people it holds but there wasn't a single empty seat in the entire stadium. Its a fun stadium because its next to the airport so you get 747 flyby's every ten minutes. As abusive as the Toro seems, it is a very artistic display. 

Now on to how these particular Toros work, because there are different types. It starts out with releasing the bull into the stadium. Several men are in the ring with yellow and pink sheets (capós). I think its a process of fatiguing the bull but don't quote me on that. The first bull that came actually got loose for a short period. The gates that open to the stadium for the horses to come and go wasn't completely closed, and the bull rammed the doors open. There were several people behind the door along with a couple horses. The crowd started screaming (in horror) but no one was hurt too bad. After a while two men on horses come out carrying large lances. 

The horses are dressed with large blankets that extend down to their hoofs for protection. I think it has some form metal also to protect the bull. At this point they basically purposely let the bull ram the horse (stop reading mom) but the horses aren't harmed. While the bull rams the horse the guy on the horse lances the bull. Then the men on horses leave while several men distract the bull.

Here you can see the men with the pink and yellow sheets. Next the men come out with short spears that are dressed with assorted colors of fabrics (banderillas). They definitely have a very dangerous job where they run straight at the bull and lance it. Two men do this with two banderillas each. After this the main Torero comes out. He has a red capó and a sword. This part is seemingly artistic because they appear to be dancing with the bull. 

Here is one of the main Toreros. I believe this one is El Fandi, who is a favorite with the women. Each Torero has their own style and routine. One got on his knees while the bull was running at him and others would do things like make the bull do circles and put their hand on it (which was another favorite with the crowd). The bulls did get some revenge. One Torero got a horn right to the shoulder. He was pretty hurt and very fortunate he wasn't stabbed, or maybe I would have been seeing him in the hospital haha. Another guy was hit and tossed over the top of the bull but he was fine, just a little shaken up. Then it would get a little more graphic. The object is to get the bull to charge and then stab its heart from above (ie through its shoulder). Only one Torero successfully killed the bull the first time with this technique. In the case that they don't, they use another sword to stab the bulls spinal column. Then horses come out and drag the bull away. Sorry if this section was a little unpleasant to read, but I felt the need to tell it how it is. 

Newest of the New

No beating around the bush i'm just going to jump right into this one. Lets start with whats fresh in my head. This week I'm back at the military hospital (Hospital Militar). This is a private hospital for military personnel and their immediate family. I would say that its one of the better-supplied hospitals in Quito.

The last thing I want is for my blog is it to be a source that is fueling some kind of bad reputation for Ecuadorian surgeons, but I must be bad luck for Cholecystectomies even though I don't believe in luck. The reason I say this my first day back at Militar there were once again complications in an usually short laparoscopic procedure. I hate to beat this into the ground but I want to make it perfectly clear that these stories are written with no intent to disrespect any of the health professionals at Hospital Militar.

Above is the OR where most Cholelaps go down. This is while the surgeon is putting the four ports. This is the third different surgeon I have seen perform a Chole and its very intriguing to me how each surgeon has their own respective style. Like I commented before, one surgeon works between the patients legs, and the others to the patient's left. Every surgeon puts the camera port through the navel, but all other ports are respective to the surgeon. 

From the beginning the surgeon continually made comments about what a pain this specific gall bladder was and how he had never seen one like it. He commented several times on how the excess fat surrounding the gall bladder made the surgery very difficult "Una vesícula grasosa". 

While cutting the fat away from the Gall Bladder the surgeon accidentally made a small cut in the wall of the Gall Bladder. Right away bile started pouring out followed by many small gall stones. At this point the relaxed mood of the OR turned into a mix of frustration and hurry. Due to the location of the cut, the gall bladder essentially evacuated into the patient's abdominen. The surgeon wasted no time: he removed all the laparoscopic equipment and began making a large incision in the patients right upper quadrant, as shown above. One thing I found very surprising was how the surgeon called in another surgeon to help. From this  point it was pretty routine. 

Above is just before they stapled the gall bladder and cut it out. At this point the mood of the OR changed again back to the more relaxed, usual atmosphere. 

Here the surgeon is inspecting the gall bladder. Where his left thumb is marks where he accidentally cut.

I never took the time to count, but these are all the stones that leaked out. This doesn't include all the stones that were still in the gall bladder. In my amateur opinion, this seems like quite a bit of stones!!

While having the patient open, the doctors also discovered this. New to me, it is a case of Meckel's Diverticulum which is an usually asymptomatic deformation in the small intestine. 

Now i'm going to jump back to last week. Due to my unfortunate sickness the week before, I returned to Tierra Nueva in the Emergency room. This hospital is also called Padre Carolla, who was a priest in Quito. He started a foundation with the view of providing good, affordable healthcare apart from the public system. It is interesting that this particular has a lot of financial support from many international sources. According the doctors at Padre Carolla, this hospital falls somewhere in between public and private. It is open to the public but not free like public hospitals. Not to say that is not very affordable. A routine consult only costs a patient $4 and a normal birth costs $100. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures from Tierra Nueva so this section will be all words!!

The hospital is the second nicest and advanced one I have seen in Ecuador (please excuse my repetition if I have already talked about this). I only saw a few interesting cases while I was there, but I had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with several residents and interns and I learned a lot about some of the problems with the medicine in Ecuador. The first notable case I saw was a young girl who was having a heart attack. She suffered from antiphospholipid syndrome which from what I have found manifests as a very complicated syndrome so I not begin to try to explain for fear of giving false information!!

Another interesting case I saw was a 4-year-old boy who fell playing in the park. He hit his head on some metal part of the park structure and had quite a large laceration on his forehead. It stretched from below his left eyebrow across his forehead to his upper hairline. The cut was deep enough that you could see his skull. The kid was surprisingly calm, and I feel bad for him because he will always have quite the scar on his forehead. I asked the doctor about taking a CT and he said it wasn't necessary. Even though the kid displayed no signs cerebral damage it just seemed necessary to me, but thats simply my amateur opinion!

The one night shift I worked at Tierra Nueva was fairly slow. I worked from 8pm to 3am and the only case I saw apart from people with the flu was a highly intoxicated male who had fallen and cut his head. What was surprising to me was how this fairly small laceration was bleeding profusely. Blood was basically pouring out of his scalp, much more than the young boy with a cut four times the size. Maybe as punishment for being stupid and drunk but the doctor didn't bother with a lidocaine block, he just cleaned it up and sutured him up. This goes without saying but the man had a tough time dealing with the pain of getting his head stitched with no local anesthesia. He was heavily intoxicated however, so maybe he wont remember anything. After about 1am the ER really slowed down. I spent a lot of time talking to an intern about the problems Ecuador has in Medicine.

One major difference from the states is there are no "drug seekers" that come into the ER looking for drugs. Every patient that comes in is genuinely in need of help. According to the intern there is no problems with patients seeking narcotics due to a newly implemented system that makes it fairly difficult to get narcotics. I'm not entirely sure how this system works so I will have to get back to that. One problem she emphasized was antibiotic resistance. Due to careless administration of antibiotics there is a high prevalence of antibiotic resistance. According to her, doctors here have a tendency to give antibiotics that are much stronger than necessary, which has been leading to this problem. 

Another problem she touched on was inadequate ambulances. Apparently it is rare for medical professionals to be present in the ambulances. This also depends on the hospital, because each hospital also has their own ambulances (public vs. private). A lot of lives could be saved if this system were to change, but right now there is only one school in the entire country that teaches EMT-like courses. A sad example is how she lost her brother a few years back because he was having heart complications but the ambulance had no one with adequate knowledge to help him and by the time he arrived at the hospital he was in a vegetative state. 

I hate to end on a sad note but thats all I have for now. I'm back at Militar and i'm hoping to see some great surgeries this week because my time here is slowly slipping away!!

Back in Quito

Forgive me for my tardiness with updating my blog but I feel I have a valid excuse. I've been bed-ridden for the last three days and i'm finally starting to get better. I was down with a really bad fever with lots of joint pain, dizziness, headaches, and nights sweats. A bad cough and a sore throat put the icing on the cake. After a visit to the hospital yesterday and some magic shots (antibiotics) things are starting to look up. This seems like the worst place to get sick because right now its cold and raining (much like Oregon) but one can definitely feel the altitude on top of it all.

It was ironic being in the ER here, it was like a "student becomes the patient" experience.... I look at it all as part of the cultural experience. But enough about poor, poor, pitiful me, lets get to the good stuff.

After an initial two days of full-day classes I started back up rotations at Hospital Militar (try to say it with an ecuatorian accent). Above is the view from the eight floor looking north. Here I work with Dr. Vargas who is a GI surgeon. My first day here was a very eventful day. Within twenty minutes of being there we headed down to the OR. This hospital is much bigger than in Chone. I never got an accurate count but I saw around 10 ORs. I actually didn't get to see a surgery with Dr. Vargas this day (or any day for that matter) because he sent me to watch an aortic valve replacement. 

Getting to see this was a very rewarding experience. The surgeons were obviously very busy and not able to explain much but I was fortunate that there was an anesthesiologist who was very helpful. Initially I was every surprised how much human ribs can stretch apart with minimal damage. I was honestly almost more fascinated by the cardiopulmonary bypass pump than I was the actual surgery. It was very interesting to see the process of when they had the patient intubated and then switched to the 

CPB pump by using propofol to induce sleep. Then they packed around the heart with frozen saline solution to lower the heart's metabolic activity. It was surprising how at that point the heart could go over 3 minutes without any tissue damage. If I remember correctly they ran a line directly into the aorta, and one coming out of the Superior Vena Cava but don't quote me on that. They also ran a line to each coronary artery and would feed it every three minutes. 

No real justification for posting this picture other than I think its was a good picture. To the right closest to the patient is the chief cardiologist at Hospital Militar. Unfortunately I couldn't stay for the entire procedure. I left when they were suturing in the valve into the aorta. I would have liked to see how they brought him back and closed him up, but not this time!!

The next day at Militar was not quite as eventful as the first day's surgery but I learned a lot. The day started with rounds with Dr. Vargas. Almost every patient we saw were post-op cholecystectomies. I never got a chance to ask why gall stones have such a high prevalence here. It was fun to watch the Doc quiz all the interns and try to answer the questions myself (in my head). Dr. Vargas grilled one of the interns pretty hard about he thinks of medications first for a post-op patient, not wound care, vitals signs, physical exams... etc.  The day ended with a presentation the human bodies response to surgery. The doc had some great points that really hit home: Most people think of surgery as a benign process, but it is indeed a trauma. Its comparable to a car wreck or some other major wound, the only difference is with surgery you're asleep. Although you're asleep, the body still has a stressful response to a major trauma. For this reason they're pushing more and more towards less and less invasive procedures. The presentation went over all the different responses the body can have to the trauma of surgery like anxiety, pain (obviously), hemorrhaging, increased vasopressin levels, increased cortisol levels... etc. 

The third day at Militar started out routine but turned around quite quickly. I went straight to the OR (they call it Quirófono in Spanish) to see two cholys. I'm not sure if thats how you spell the abbreviated  cholecystectomy so forgive me!! The first surgery was a laparoscopic choly, as I believe all are at Militar. Everything was going to plan until the surgeon hit an artery. He was unable to stop the bleeding so they had to pull all the laparoscopic tools and switch to a full-open surgery. It was amazing to see how fast a surgeon can open someone up when the time calls for it. I want to make it clear that by writing this I mean no disrespect to this surgeon, the hospital, or any surgeon in Ecuador for that matter. Even surgeons are human and make mistakes and this was not due to carelessness but simply a mistake. From there the surgery went very smooth and the patient was fine. 

I watched a second laparoscopic choly. Basically identical minus the mishap, but it was interesting to watch how two different surgeons have their own styles. For example one surgeon worked from the patient's left side while the other worked by standing between the patient's legs. Due to their different positions they also made incisions in different places, and how they went about cutting and cauterizing the arteries feeding the gallbladder. 

This week I started in the ER with a resident at Tierra Nueva. By far the most advanced hospital I have seen here. Its brand new and is a very classy hospital. I was pushing it going to clinic that day and paid the price. I was pretty sick for all of the day and was unable to make it to class. I haven't been back since, but hopefully i'll be 100% ready to go back next week. 

Final Thoughts on Chone

Well i'm back in Quito now and I want to wrap things up with respect to Chone. I've adapted to the costal weather and i'm in the process of getting used to Quito again. In other words, I get winded walking up stairs and I'm not sweating all day like I was used to in Chone. A thought thats been marinating in my brain for the last few weeks that i've been dying to get out is what it means to be "Chonero".

First off, what is a Chonero?? If its not too obvious, a Chonero (or Chonera) is anyone from Chone. What is Chone?? Chone is a small town in the coastal region of Ecuador on the Chone river. As said by the doctor I worked with the last three weeks: "Chone es al cuidad de las naranjas, las mujeres hermosas, y los hombres celosos" (Chone is the city of Oranges, beautiful women, and jealous men). I couldn't agree more. Oranges are definitely a big deal in Chone (along with bananas) and the women in Chone are very beautiful.

Perfect example above of the beautiful women in Chone (Nurse Roxana and Secretary  Yajaira). But back to what it means to be Chonero. I can't help but draw a parallel between Choneros and the stereotypical American Redneck (no disrespect to the Chonero). What I mean by this is that Choneros are a very hard working group and they're very proud of how hard they work and they're very proud to be from Chone. When you ask them where they're from they always answer "cien porcento chonero". Thats about where the parallel ends. Choneros are some of the nicest, outgoing people I have met in Ecuador. Everyone knows everyone, and they love to stop me on the street just to ask how my day is going, where i'm from, and what i'm doing in Chone. My last week in Chone i'm pretty sure I was the only white person within a ten mile radius, so I got stared at on a constant basis, but after a while I became immune to it. 

In comparison to other regions of Ecuador, Choneros have a very relaxed lifestyle and consider themselves much different than other Ecuadorians. Those who live in Chone work hard and live life to its fullest (sounds so cliché, but these are direct Chonero words). When they get up, they get up, "cuando se levanta, se levanta". They believe this lifestyle is better for the health and in no way do I disagree. They work hard all day, and then relax in the afternoon and night. Most of this is coming from a lengthy conversation I had with a man in the hospital in Chone whose daughter was recovering from surgery. He talked about the country and everything out there was better than the city. The chickens range free of fences and chemicals. He went on about how the fruit grows bigger and tastes better. It was a great experience to see someone so passionate and proud of something so simple. By "United States Standards" Choneros have next to nothing but they are some of the happiest, most content people I have had the pleasure to meet. Its nice to see how happy someone can be without the nicest car, the biggest house, and the fanciest toys. 

Above is my Chone family. Pepe is a perfect example of 100% Chonero. He was a taxi driver in Chone for 30 years and makes for some great conversations during dinner. I'm not sure if he meant to but he never failed to make me laugh everyday. Mariana is a great cook and taught me some great ways to cook up bananas. I have to give her a shout out now for the great food, hospitality, and hand-washed/hang-dryed clothes. Theres only one thing I wont miss about Chone, which is the damn bug bites. I don't know how, but they always seemed to find me and eat up legs and feet!!

Cristina is another member of the family. Quite possibly the cutest 5 year old girl on this planet. She speaks better spanish than I do, and loved to make faces at me while I was eating dinner. I wish I could adopt her but I doubt her dad would go for that. 

This was part of the Pediatric crew I worked with every morning. Everyone was great in Pediatrics. They were always willing to teach and very easy to get along with. Right behind me is Dra. Díaz who makes the whole program in Chone possible. She is a great doctor and a great teacher. She, along with Dra. Tejado to her left, are great people and respected members of Chone. I spent a lot of time with Dra. Díaz at the hospital, in consults, and we spent some good time translating WHO guidelines for Dengue Fever that were in english. Now I consider myself a Dengue Fever expert. 

This is Dr. Vera and Dr. Robosky (left to right) orthopedic/trauma surgeons. I spent a lot of time with these guys. I got to see everything from amputations, to compound fractures, to repairing tendons. Not only are they great Docs, but quite the characters too. They're pretty funny guys. They were really great about teaching and keeping me involved during the surgeries. I won't lie, they were difficult to understand and at first very intimidating (not on purpose). 

This is an example of one of the many surgeries I got to see with Dr. Vera and Robosky. Coming from a construction background its funny how much Orthopedic surgery is just like construction, just much more meticulous. 

Time to Update

I have elected to not update during the week in Chone. Spanish keyboards are a pain, and its too much work to upload pics without a jump-drive. I figure its easiest to start out with whatever first comes to mind... which is surgery. The two Docs I shadow are orthopedic/trauma surgeons: Dr. Vera and Dr. Robosky. Both are great surgeons and always work together... not sure how common that is amongst orthopedic surgeons. They work Tuesday and Thursday and it is one of the highlights of my week.

The latest surgery I saw as the amputation of a man's left leg. He was diabetic and cut his foot on the inside of the his heel. He didn't take care of it and he was admitted the day before surgery with some pretty bad necrosis. The tissue had died in an area about four square inches on the inside of his foot. As one can imagine the amputation was pretty gruesome. They just did local anesthesia to block him from the waist down... the poor guy was conscious for the amputation of his left leg. They started by just cutting skin with a scalpel, then used cautery to cut pretty much everything else. The docs showed us the sciatic nerve and also put my finger on one of the major arteries (I was scrubbed in), which was cool too feel/see an artery directly. They cut his leg about mid-femur. When they got to the bone they used a file that looked like a rope with two T-handles on both sides and see-sawed right through the femur like it was nothing. The patient kept picking his head up and looking, and the surgeons kept telling him to stop... not sure what I'd do in his situation. Then they sewed him up and it was only about a 30 min procedure not including anesthesia. 

The above picture is of the OR. I believe there are five total, I haven't seen them all. The fore-mentioned surgery was this last thursday. Tuesday we had two patients. The first was a 9 year old girl who cut the top of her foot and needed to top tendons/muscles on her foot sewn back together (it was a lot like the machete wound, but the foot). The second surgery was a young boy who broke his radius and ulna playing soccer. It was pretty bad break, both bones were broken completely in half. They put a rod in the radius and a plate with five screws in the ulna.

Above is the public hospital in Chone where I work: Hosptial Napoleon Davila Cordova. Its the only public hospital in the city and within a two hour bus ride for that matter. The hospital sees mainly people from Chone and the "campo" outside of the city, but its public and open to anyone. There's also a social security hospital in the city that is private. The pediatric ward can hold 40 patients as with the floor above (internal med). All hospital employees are government employees and all the care provided is free to Ecuadorian citizens (paid by the Ministerio de Salud Público). I still start every day with pediatric rounds with Dr. Díaz and then depending on the day I end up somewhere else (tuesdays and thursdays are surgery days). Friday we did a tour of the Neonatal ward in the hospital. There was one baby boy who was born premature (27 weeks 4 days). It was pretty sad/incredible to see the little guy on a ventilator. Everyone was kind of on their toes not knowing if he was going to make it. Today the word was he was doing well and his O2 sats were good off the ventilator. However, I don't believe Chone has an MRI so theres really no way to tell if he has brain damage. The rest of Neonatal was mostly newborns with colds or fevers.

100% Chonero

Lets talk Chone. The name says it all. Chone is Quechua for "Inferno" and yes, its VERY hot. My host family tells me that this is actually the colder time of the year. The rainy season from January to April-ish is much hotter. Its plenty hot for me. Just doing rounds in the morning and walking home after clinics I am dripping with sweat. There's no such thing as hot showers, and it would seem relatively pointless anyway. My family in Chone is great. Mariana and Pepe are "mom and dad" and their son Javier has a small family practice that he runs out of the house. Mariana's son-in-law, also named Javier lives "junto" to their house, so pretty much the same house. Mariana is a great cook and very helpful.


Since this is an urban/rural comparison program, lets compare. So far I have seen only two hospitals in Quito. La maternidad is not what I would consider an advanced hospital, but i've heard good things about other private hospitals that are pretty nice. Axis, which i've only been in non-clinical, is very nice and it looks brand new inside. The public hospital in Chone is not the fanciest hospital in the world. Its probably the tallest building in the town, the concrete is cracking, and they're undersupplied. One of the best things i've noticed about comparing the two cities is regardless of what the hospital looks like, the personnel are extremely smart and caring. The doctor who leads the Chone part of my program, Dr. Díaz, is a pediatrician and is one of the best doctors I have shadowed. She is incredibly smart, caring, and somehow makes every one of her patients and their parents smile, laugh, and love her. She is a great teacher and takes time to make sure we understand everything. One of my favorite things about working in Chone is not a single patient, doctor, nurse, or intern speaks english. At some times it seems like they're speaking two foreign medicines (spanish and medicine).

We start every morning with Pediatric rounds, which are very interesting watch. Tuesday and thursday we had surgery. Yesterday (thursday) was a great day for surgery. The first patient had been attacked with a machete, and used his left forearm to block the blade. It cut most of his extensor muscles. The docs first tried to block his whole left arm with lidocaine, but he could still feel it, so they had to knock him out. It was really cool to see them checking with muscles went where because they could pull on a tendon and his fingers would move. They made a pretty large incision in his arm and sutured the tendons and muscles back together, and the surgery was a success!!
The next one we saw was pretty gruesome. A man had fractured his his Tibia and had a plate put in. The plate became infected and they had to remove it. A very large incision was used to open it up. Upon removing the plate the docs discovered that two of the screws had broken inside the bone. They spent a fair amount of time removing them. The poor guy was concious the entire time, they just blocked him with lidocaine from the waist down. It must have been pretty tough for him to listen to the scraping, drilling, and cutting of infected bone. It was pretty crazy to watch the block being put in his spine... lesson: Don't break your leg!!!!!

Internet is expensive and charged by the hour here and i'm being cut off.... thats all for now, i'll post some pics tomorrow.
Adios!!

Pre-Chone

Well I finally found WIFI... not in Chone however. Part of the Quito group met Sam and I at a small Costal town on the southern part of Ecuador called Montañita. Its a pretty touristy type town but its still pretty laid back and I can still find my $2 lunches. The people here are pretty mellow and are always down to stop and chat in Spanish. Surprisingly there is a large population of northern Europeans here. The water is warm, the food is good, everything is cheap, and you can get an ocean-front hostel for $10 a person for per night. So if you can picture where i'm at in your head: Small internet café on a small quiet street, Ecuadorian music playing in the background, fresh fruit and fish vendors cruising by on their bikes, and the smell of food and ocean which is three hundred feet away.

I want to go back and touch on the Pichincha volcano climb. The climb starts at the top of the gondola which seems like cheating but it would take all day without it. The summit is 15, 413 with is a small rocky top. At 15,000 feet the concentration of oxygen is only 55%. It climb itself looks less than intimidating but the lack of oxygen makes it incredibly difficult. Toward the top we could only go for about a minute without stopping. It was a very humbling experience, I was really surprised how long it would take me to catch my breath. I'm really leaning towards climbing Cotopaxi, so i'll have to do it again after spending three weeks in Chone. The picture above is me reppin' OSU over 15000 feet up in the middle of the world!!

I know I know, this is so cliché especially because I bring my Powered by Orange shirt everywhere, but its just one of things you "can't not" do when you're that close to the equator. Its not that exciting there apart from the fact that you can stand on two different hemispheres, which is pretty cool, but theres really nothing else to do there unless you want to pay for cheesy tourist trinkets or weigh yourself on the equator for 50 cents..... Bob Marley just came on.... peeeerrrrfect!!!

Latest and Greatest

well this will be short and sweet. im now in chone, which is definitely more rural than quito. the only internet access i can find is a little shop in the center of town where you cannot use your own computer... needless to say the keyboards have a different layout and are kinda confusing, plus i cant post any pictures. last saturday the quito group climbed pinchincha, which is a mountain to the east of quito. a gondola takes you part of the way, but the rest is a pretty difficult but rewarding climb. it goes up to over 14000 feet so its pretty difficult to breathe. the clouds rolled in before we got to the top which was a bummer but it was still pretty cool. my first clinic day was pretty interesting. the main doctor i work with does pediatrics, so sam and i did rounds which was pretty fun, and then did some routine check ups in her office. today was great. we had two sugeries that we scrubbed in for. the first was removal of a sinovial cyst and the second was removing some metal rods from a guys leg. the first surgery i got to hold the skin back with some utensil, i don´t know the english name for it. after removing the cyst the surgeon let me finish the suture which was incredible. im glad i had practiced, but i was still nervous and my hands were shaking haha, but i did a good job. im hoping for another shot at it soon. we have surgery again thursday. thats all for now. i´m hoping to find a place with wireless so i can use my laptop`but we´ll see.

The Saga Continues

Wednesday is done... that means two things. I'm am done with spanish lectures until I return from Chone, and Its my third day of ER in the Maternity hospital. Its very surprising how common Pre-Eclampsia is here. According to the Doc its mainly do to lack of access to good healthcare, and unhealthy food. Probably the second most common problem is infection. Its very common as well.  I want to touch again on some of the differences here. There is definitely a more laid back feel here. The doctors actually play music the whole time on their computers which would most likely be deemed unprofessional were a Doctor to play music in the ER. Yesterday was extremely slow for an ER but thats how it goes. Today it was upbeat as soon as I walked in. The patient was a mid 30s woman with acute (agudo) abdominal pain. We wheeled her down the corridor to get an ultrasound. The hallway and the waiting room for the "sonografista" was full of women waiting which was also much different than the states. I wasn't exactly sure what was going on because it WAS an emergency so the Doctors were talking really fast and i'm not too keen on reading ultrasounds. What I did get out of it was they were extensively checking her kidneys. It turns out they initially thought she had some form of kidney issues but it turned out to be an appendicitis.

The whole day was fairly hectic. With the Ecuadorian music in the background and the high tempo of the ER yields quite the contrast. The hospital had to send quite a few patients to "el hospital del sur" which is a bigger public hospital in the southern part of Quito (i'm fairly north). There was one patient who was the first Ectopic pregnancy (the egg implants outside the uterus, usually the fallopian tube) I have seen this week. As one can imagine she was not happy to hear she couldn't be admitted and had to go to another hospital for surgery. Other than that there were a few concerned mothers about their babies "not moving" (no se mueve bién mi bebe) and others with "contraction-like" pain.

Spanish classes were getting pretty difficult and frustrating. Everyone in the class was in the same boat because what we're learning really has no direct translation to english, therefore its hard to comprehend.  Thats all I have for now,
Adios!!

First Day of Clinic

Judging by my last post I'm sure it sounds like this is just one big vacation, but I promise it is an internship and I am actually working! Which leads me to my first day of clinic. It was at a hospital called "La Maternidad" which is a Gyno/Obstetrician hospital. After waiting in the lobby for a while, Jessica (another student) and I got our scrubs and met up with one of the Docs (Dr. Gomez). He doesn't speak english, but he was really good about speaking much clearer than most people which was nice considering pregnancies are confusing enough in english (for me). There are obviously many differences between this ER and one in the states. One that jumped right out at me was how the doctors have their designated "office" with their computer and examination "bed". We started out with a lesson on long division and calculating how long patients have been pregnant based on their last cycle. No one uses calculators, even the docs write it out on paper.

One of the most common problems seen in Quito is Pre-Eclampsia. The tell-tale signs are Protein in the Urine (Proteina en la Orina), Bruising/Swelling (Edema), Headaches and Ear Aches (Dolor de Cabeza o Oido), and High BP (alta presión). Of the 10 patients we saw, I believe six were diagnosed with it. Another difference is they patient-doctor relationship. At least in the ER it seems almost all about cranking out patient after patient here, which it was similar in the US but not as much. For example my time observation time was almost four hours and one Doc saw ten patients. The lists goes on for things that I saw today, but I think I'll leave it at this for now.

El fin de una semana

OOOOOkay here we go, this is going to be a novel. In several hours I will officially have one week of Ecuador under my belt. I'm just going to jump right in. In my previous post I spoke of Tapas and Vino, well that fell through. It turns out it costs 40$ a person, so we elected to go to another place across the street. I can't remember the name but it was basically the same deal: Unlimited wine or beer (one has to pick, and stick with that selection) and some great dishes like anchovies, Quiche, and a whole slew of others.

This unnamed place was in Mariscal, otherwise know as "gringolandia". And while i'm on the subject, i'm going to digress for a second. My host mother, Rosita, gave us a lesson on why white people are called gringos. It originated during the Mexican-American War. The americans wore green suits and to make a long story short, the mexicans wanting the americans to leave would say  "green goes". Back to gringolandia. Our group got on the subject of how medicine should function: With an ethics-centered approach or more towards the business side of the continuum. After much discussion and beer/wine, we concluded that there is no correct answer that could ever make the entire medical world happy.... no duh!! We then somehow got to the subject of religion versus science, but I wont go there!!

After leaving the no-name restaurant, the group split up. I went to a bar called "el bote" with some of the group and the others to another adjacent bar. We chatted with some locals about our age that were playing a form of pictionary with movies and they would draw on a blackboard. Some movies included Pulp Fiction (that was the one I had to draw, and I had a hard time!!), Silence of the Lambs, Top Gun, among others. Almost all the younger crowd smokes in Ecuador, especially the bar-goers. Unlike the states, there are no laws regarding smoking in bars, so it definitely burns the eyes and one reeks like smoke after leaving. Let me add that the party never stops in Quito, there is no 2am last call and the streets are packed all night.

The next morning a group of three of us hopped a bus to a small surf town called Canoa. Let me just say that a bus ride like that is a culture experience in and of itself. First off the bus drivers would give Jeff Gordon a run for his money if he were driving his pregnant wife to the hospital. I do not believe there are passing/ non passing lanes and if there are no one pays attention to them. The roads to the coast are very windy with very deep ravines on one side, so its always in the back of your mind.... guard rails are too frequent. There was a lot of construction on the way over and as I side note I was surprised to see how all the equipment (i.e. Excavators, Back Hoes, Graders, and Rollers) was brand new. On the cultural experience. After getting out of the mountains, everything is fairly flat compared to the Andes. This is where "Ecuadorian time" really comes in. The bus stops all the time to pick up people. When the bus stops, vendors hop on the bus and try to sell you things.... mainly food and drinks. They'll hop on and walk up and down the bus saying "agua agua agua" or "pan y pan y pan" or "agua jugo cola". Basically you can get the entire Ecuador experience form an 8hr bus ride for about ten dollars. Everyone packs into the bus, combined with the Ecuadorian music, food, and sights, and good ole personal space goes out the window.... oh and the humidity combined all adds to the cultural immersion. Its better than TV... cheaper too! For many this may not seem ideal but I loved every minute of it.

We had a pit stop in San Antonio (no not texas) to change buses to Canoa. The whole "blending in" thing goes out the window with six white people standing on the corner. Another side note is yes, people stare, and they stare a lot!! Waiting for a "trole" in Quito there was a group of young Andean girls who were simply mesmerized by the sight of me. There about four of them with their mother and these little girls just stared and stared and stared. The bus ride from San Antonio to Canoa just the same, with Jeff Gordon behind the wheel. I was airborne a few times out of my seat. One thing I found that was different was how the streets were mostly paved but every now and then there would be a 50ft patch of dirt, and the pavement would continue again.

We arrived in Canoa around 7pm. Above is a picture of the roads (dirt), my favorite place to eat (on the right), the hotel we stayed in the first night (to the left), and where the party went down (the end of the road). When we arrive we all headed straight to the water to see how warm it was. Just as I suspected, it was very warm. Surprisingly, it wasn't as warm a the pacific of Costa Rica however. Then we checked into a hotel and headed for the bars. The bars in Canoa are amazing. There is a stretch of bars, restaurants, and huts all along the beach. The bars have no doors, for the most part no walls, and not a cover charge in sight. And yes the beer and tequila is cheap, and the women are beautiful. Every bar plays music extremely loud so one has to stay out until the bars close. We spent most of our time dancing, and when it got too hot, we would go jump in the ocean and do it all over again. Later we made our way up to the street above where they blocked off the road, put up some very large speakers and projection screen. It was a party for one of the local surfers who was going to represent Ecuador in some competition (he was the self-proclaimed best surfer in the country). There was great music and lots of dancing in the middle of the dirt road... it was great. Some of the locals brought out some gasoline and made a ring of fire that they were dancing in. They were doing a lot of "dance fighting" (if you don't know it, look it up) which was cool to watch.

The next day was mostly exploration and laying out on the beach. We tried to find some caves we heard about to the north, but I think you can only get there at low tide and via kayak. Even though it was cloudy for the whole day, it was warm and humid and I got a little too much sun thanks to the Doxy. Around two, we went to in my mind the best restaurant in the town. I'm not good with names but it was the furthest north restaurant. The camarones (shrimp) are spectacular. Four of us spent about five hours just hanging out. The atmosphere was great. The costal feel, humid, warm, Ecuadorian-Reggae music, palm trees and sand made it hard to leave. 

We then checked into "el coco loco" hostal (above). This hostal was really cool (in spanish its hostal). Everything was made from concrete and palm trees, even the beds and spiral staircases. The night continued with more dancing and intermittent trips to the ocean (only a few hundred feet away). Go figure the weather cleared up the morning we left, but i'm not sure I was ready for that kind of heat. It was only Mid morning and I was struggling if I wasn't in the shade.

This is a view of the beach and also how fishermen get their boats to the ocean. They basically leap frog the logs and slowly roll the boat up/down the beach. Its fun to watch them head out to sea because they hit the waves head-on and the boat gets practically vertical. 


The bus ride back was less than convenient of well planned. In the end I felt it was fun because it honestly felt like I was on the amazing race. We started in Conoa and caught the only bus out of town to San Vicente. It is very frustrating to not be able to understand people for directions considering this will be my ninth year of studying spanish, but a lot of people honestly just mumble when they talk so its impossible to understand them. From San Vicente we went to San Antonio (but we should have stayed on the bus) due to either misinterpretation or bad directions. From San Antonio the only direct ride to Quito didn't leave until 2am. We caught the first bus to Chone (where i'll be next week). From Chone we had to catch another bus to the Chone bus terminal which was nice to get a preview of the city. The bus terminal in Chone was insane. There were people everywhere yelling at you trying to get you to come on their bus. We went to Santo Domingo because the only direct ride to Quito was at 4pm (it was 1:30). The Santo Domingo terminal was crazy as well. People everywhere and it was a 1hr wait just to get a ticket. It rained so hard there that the rain on the roof of the terminal made it sound like a jet was landing on top of us. From Santo Domingo we finally made it back to Quito and everyone was pretty burnt out. That was around an 8hr trip of hopping from bus to bus.