We meandered around and played with the park equipment.
And went paddle-boating!
No, seriously Ryan—SMILE.
(That’s better.)
And bird watching.
This is how a flamingo drinks:
Afterwards, Ryan taught his class and I continued my study regime.
When he returned we taxied to the CIRCUS! …
Really, a one-tent, one ring attraction with virtually no animals. The tent was held up by bamboo poles and the bleachers were flimsy beams of woods tethered together by ropes. The majority of the show was a clown act by a man dressed in large shoes, and baggy clothes but no other traditional clown attire. He primarily performed a stand up act, drawing in audience participation from the children. This was of course in Spanish and very difficult to understand. Jokes are particularly difficult to translate and at times Ryan was just as confused as I was. Also, it was insanely cold. The highlight of the show was the acrobatic acts interspersed between the clowns. These were brief but very impressive acts of contortion, rope-dancing and human-stacking. It seemed to be a family act and at one point they balanced a very very young girl and what appeared to be a child of two years of age (at the most) at the top of their stacked human chain. This would so have never flown in America. There were a few acts involving dogs, including one that was dressed up as a white Siberian tiger. This might have been more convincing if the head was not very clearly that of a stuffed animals attached to the head of a dog. So, yeah—the circus was just lame enough that we didn’t stay until the end. That was mostly due to the lateness of the hour and the cold. Also, the clown was a little too insistent on trying to sell us some light toy. We had to wake up early the next morning for Vilcabamba.
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