Rio Palenque, Tinalandia & Papallacta (18-23 August)
We left Santo Domingo early on 21st and drove the short distance to Tinalandia. We spent most of day on trails seeing almost 80 species. It as was at a moderate elevation and a much more pleasant temperature it had some different birds. We saw Bronze-winged Parrot, Esmerelda’s Antird, Golden-winged Manakin, Slaty-capped Shrike Vireo, Golden-bellied Warbler and Grey & Gold Tanager. We also saw what we identified as Broad-billed Manakin, now known as Sapayoa. It had been reported from Tinalandia previously and I have since wondered if we were right. We returned to the pickup hoping to find the start of old road to Quito but Nick had left its lights on and the battery was flat. My Spanish was marginally better than Nick’s so I should have been better placed to take the lead but I’m afraid to say that my reaction to this news was to fling the phrasebook at him and tell him to sort it out. I was pretty tired by then, at least that is my excuse, but doubtless Nick was too! He walked up to the lodge which we had parked just short of and found a very helpful lady who spoke English and came down with a jump lead to do just that. By the time we got away it was dark making it hard to find the old road and we soon gave up and returned to Santo Domingo for the night.
We left early on 22nd August but again failed to find the old road to Quito so continued on the new one, through Quito and up to Papallacta. We made many roadside stops from pass down towards Baeza but ran out of light and completed the last part in darkness. We stayed in Baeza and retraced our steps with many stops back up to Papallacta Village. Here the pickup failed to go any further and it was my turn to ‘sort it out’. We asked in the village but there was no garage. I tried phoning the car hire company for advice but the only phone was in an isolated and deserted hut on a hillside. The hut was unlocked and I tried the phone but it was dead, maybe it only worked at certain times. We decided to abandon the car if a bus came and return to Quito to let the car-hire company know where there vehicle was. With a flight to Caracas the following morning we felt that there was no alternative. While waiting by the car for a bus a local kid arrived and asked if we needed a mechanic. We said yes without any great hope but he soon returned with his dad who quickly got to work. I then realised in asking for a garage the locals must have thought we’d run out of petrol which was why they couldn’t help. The mechanic quickly seemed to think it was a blocked air-filter (quite likely given how dusty the road was) and he seemed to be making good progress in cleaning it when the bus appeared. We quickly decided that Nick should go back on the bus and I’d follow either on a later bus or hopefully with the pickup. Nick disappeared, the mechanic soon had the pickup fixed and drove it down to the bottom of the village and back to demonstrate. I gratefully paid him, gave him an old jacket I no longer needed and an armful of oranges - the back of the pickup was awash with them as a result of a misunderstanding on my part and we gave them away at every opportunity. Driving back to Quito from Cotopaxi I saw someone by the side of the road selling oranges. It seemed a good idea to get some as our diet was pretty poor so I stopped and started negotiating with him and handed over what I thought was the money for 10. Before I knew it had bought over 50 but at least with a pickup they could go in the back out of the way although I wished I had an orange squeezer. Back at Papallacta I got back in the pickup and drove after the bus as fast as I could. Fortunately it was struggling going up to the pass and I soon caught up with it. Getting past on a narrow hairpin road was another matter and my constantly beeping the horn had little effect – I was hoping to see Nick peering out of the back window but knowing him and buses he was probably asleep already! I got past after three or four bends, parked by the road and nonchalantly leaned on the bonnet. The bus went past but didn’t screech to a halt so I had to jump in the car and repeat the process. Again I got past after much tooting, again the bus sailed past me by the road. Fortunately this time it did stop a bend further down and Nick got off. I hope the driver and passengers thought we were crazy Americans! We made further stops up to the pass and down the other side but by now we had pretty much had enough and we returned to Quito and handed the pickup back late afternoon before getting a bus into town and finding a hotel. Our two days on Papallacta Pass had produced Torrent Duck, Purple-backed Thornbill, Tawny Antpitta, Rufous-breasted Flycatcher, Tufted Tit-Tyrant, Rufous-breasted and Brown-backed Chat-Tyrants, Red-rumped and Smokey Bush-Tyrants, White-capped Dipper, Red-headed Tanager, Hooded, Scarlet-bellied and Buff-breasted Mountain Tanagers, Black-backed Bush-Tanager, Mountain Cacique, Band-tailed Sierra-Finch, Slaty and Pale-naped Brush-Finches and Plushcap.
|view from the new Santo Domingo to Quito road|
|we wondered if the old road went through any of the better habitat we could see|
|the road to Papallacta Pass|
|near the pass at Papallacta|
|scanning the river for Torrent Ducks and White-capped Dipper, it eventually paid off|
On 24th we had an early morning walk around Park El Ejido in central Quito but it was almost birdless with Sparkling Violetear the best of just five species seen. We got the bus to the airport and caught our late morning flight to Caracas.
Venezuela/Henri Pittier (24-27 August)We arrived in Caracas mid-afternoon and hired a car for three days. We got a Renault 5 with 150 free kms per day. We were heading west to Henri Pittier National Park but to avoid Caracas we decided to take the mountain route to Maracay. It quickly got dark and in Colonia Tovar the car couldn’t manage a very steep hill (we didn’t think to try and reverse up it but my reversing is pretty chaotic at the best of times). We couldn’t face returning to Caracas in dark as we would have to to get onto the main highway so we slept in the car just outside Colonia Tovar. We were up at first light and drove back towards Caracas before picking up the main highway to Maracay. We quickly found our way to the road to Ocumare and stopped at Rancho Grande in Henri Pittier. I had hoped it would be occupied and we could persuade someone to let us stay. I even hoped that Andy Field might still be there, a Brit Steve Gantlett and I had befriended there several years before. We parked by the entrance and found a way around the locked gate. The place was deserted although it had looked somewhat derelict when fully occupied as a research centre. We birded along the trail behind the research centre but it was more overgrown than I remembered. I was shocked to come across a memorial plaque to Andy Field by one of the biggest trees, he had been about my age and full of life. I recalled him telling me of his helping get David Attenborough 100ft up to a platform he had built in the canopy of that tree for the filming of Life on Earth. He had a system of ropes and pulleys leading to a small platform but both Steve and I declined his offer to go up with him.
We ended the day birding along the road before finding somewhere to sleep, the problem being there was nowhere to get the car off the road and out of sight. The next morning, Nick’s birthday, we concentrated on the trails, birded the road each side of the pass and climbed up to Pico Guacamayo. We again slept near the entrance to Ranch Grande, Nick in the car and me in a bivy bag a little way outside it. At some time around midnight, or later, a couple of passing policemen stopped to investigate us and woke Nick up. The commotion woke me and I went over to see what was going on. We had the usual ‘its not safe here … there might be bandits’ (yes and I’m beginning to wonder if you are two of them) etc. I couldn’t understand much of what they were saying but got the impression it was along the lines of ‘if you pay us money you can stay’ or maybe ‘if you pay us we’ll keep an eye on you’. Either way it seemed rather menacing and was a good time for me to play dumb - it didn’t take much acting! I asked what their names and numbers were, trying to see it on the nearest guy’s lapel. They quickly realised what I was doing, returned to their car and backed away with the lights off so we couldn’t read their number plate. All rather unsettling and the thought, probably entirely unjustified, that they might tip off our presence to some rogues didn’t encourage us to stay there. We knew there were few options to get the car off the road without driving for miles and we were reluctant to leave the car and sleep out well away from it so went a couple of km back down the road and parked by the only building in the area, a café. We got the car as far off the road as possible and found a couple of bins to but in front of it, sleeping on the pavement by it. Fortunately the local dog was mostly quiet during our manoeuvres and we eventually got back to sleep. A couple of hours later we were woken by the army, so much for the bins hiding the car. ‘It’s not safe here … bandits (yes we’ve just met some in police uniforms) … insectos, serpientes’. They were much more friendly about it, accepted we knew where we were wasn’t ideal but our best option and soon left us in peace. Strangely knowing the army were on the road was reassuring and we went back to sleep. Our last morning in Venezuela started with a final look around Rancho Grande before driving back down towards Maracay. In our two and a bit days at Rancho Grande I’d seen one new bird but it was a good one - Moustached Puffbird. We had also seen Band-tailed Guan, Venezuelan Wood-Quail, White-tipped Quetzal, Grove-billed Toucanet, (new), Grey-throated Leaftosser, Black-faced Antthrush, Scallp-breasted Antpitta, Handsome and Golden-breasted Fruiteaters, Andean Solitaire, lots of tanagers and Chestnut-capped Brush-Finch.
|view from forest trail at Rancho Grande|
|looking south towards Maracay from Rancho Grande|
On my previous visit we’d stopped in some dryer more scrubby habitat near the entrance of Henri Pittier where there had been a decent trail behind a rather official looking building. We tried it again but were soon apprehended by a guard and when they realised we were foreigner’s we were taken to see the chief. He spoke excellent English and told us we had been trespassing on private land. I told him I had been birdwatching there three and a half years earlier and had been told by a friend at Rancho Grande that it was OK. We were told that was no longer the case. The friend was Andy Field and we learned that he had been found dead at the base of his tree having fallen out of it. Such a waste and a really friendly guy. At least he had been doing what he loved. Having established a rapport with the chief I’d hoped we’d be allowed to continue birding in the area but that was not possible. We didn't really discover why not but were told that much had changed for the worse in Venezuela in the few years since my previous visit. We continued down to Maracay and birded the gardens of the rather posh Hotel Maracay. Here we saw Barred Antshrike, Stripe-backed Wren and a returning American Redstart. Going up a ravine a little way from the hotel we saw two rather suspicious looking characters ahead of us with a gun. They were probably hunters but by now we were feeling a little paranoid and were pleased to keep quiet and out-of-sight until they had gone. We soon headed back to the car and drove to Caracas. We were back at the Airport with two hours to spare so drove along the coast to Catia for a seawatch, seeing Brown Pelican, Magnificent Frigatebird, Laughing Gull and Royal and Common Terns. We returned to the airport for our early evening flight home and handed the car back having done 449km, just one below our 450 free allowance. It had been a good trip although we had found Venezuela hard work and had me wondering how I had survived 2 months on public transport with Steve Gantlett! The trip had cost me £785 in total, of which £490 was the airfare. Between us we had seen just over 500 species in Ecuador and another 70 odd in Venezuela and I had had over 140 new birds.