Inti-Ñan Museum, or the Path of the Sun

Today we went to the Equator. In fact, we went to three equators: the main one, where most of the tourists go and which the Escuela Politecnica Nacional measured (wrong). The original in Calacali, measured (wrongly) by the French in the 1700s. And the one, Inti-Ñan, measured by the Quitus over a thousand years ago (correctly).

Definitely, Inti-Ñan was the highlight. We saw how some native tribes in Ecuador (still) live.

Dad with his Haorani friend.

Some lovely shrunken heads. The one on the right was a 12-year-old boy, preserved thus for his status in the tribe. Over 15o years old or so. Something like that.

But better than anything was learning all the cool things that you can do, right on the equator.

Like a balance an egg on a nail.

Or watch how water rotates differently right on the equator and even two feet south and two feet north.

Or how you lose resistance on the equator and can't really defend yourself from another person's attack, but a foot off of the equator, you retain your strength.

And I walked along the equator with my thumbs up and eyes closed and could feel the magentic pull of the north and the south.

SO COOL!