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12th April 2010

smokeandacoke
about a year ago, i made the decision to visit one of my besties in south america. he had been traveling around down there for some time, and had finally alighted in the tiny town of montañita in ecuador. now, if you don’t know, here’s a brief rundown of the weird and wonderful place that is montañita: no paved roads. no post. yes internet. yes surfsurfsurfering all ovah the place. yes hippies. yes gypsies. yes multicultural. yes seeing the sunrise nearly every night (day?). yes beautiful.
ok, so, in this little beach town i saw one of the most fascinating/mystifying/incredible/insert-word-signifying-jaw-dropping-here things i have seen ever, anywhere… listen:
every night at dusk, just as the sun had taken refuge beyond the horizon, the birds would start. at first they would be just one, two, three. they would come in pairs and post up on the telephone wire that ran along above the main drag of the town. these birds would then increase velocity and density, would start to come in throngs. they would show up tens at a time until the telephone/electricity wire that lined the main street was entirely and completely covered (and i mean COVERED) with birds. they would all sit facing the same direction all along the wire, and wouldn’t make a sound. they would stay like this all night, up until about eight minutes before sunrise. at this point, they would start to chirp, all at once as though being conducted by some giant bird with a baton. they would chirp as the sun rose, and upon it’s arrival they would leave; not all at once, but in groups, pairs, trios, solo.
this shit happened EVERY NIGHT. which, essentially, means that EVERY NIGHT, when going out for a beer or some company or dancing or a party, one had to be conscientious of not walking under the literal SHIT STORM that was directly overhead.
just spent the past two days with a man who i knew in this strange and wonderful place. he left my house today. if nothing else, he reminded me of this phenomenon i witnessed on the continent where we met.
(i’m back, bitches)

about a year ago, i made the decision to visit one of my besties in south america. he had been traveling around down there for some time, and had finally alighted in the tiny town of montañita in ecuador. now, if you don’t know, here’s a brief rundown of the weird and wonderful place that is montañita: no paved roads. no post. yes internet. yes surfsurfsurfering all ovah the place. yes hippies. yes gypsies. yes multicultural. yes seeing the sunrise nearly every night (day?). yes beautiful.

ok, so, in this little beach town i saw one of the most fascinating/mystifying/incredible/insert-word-signifying-jaw-dropping-here things i have seen ever, anywhere… listen:

every night at dusk, just as the sun had taken refuge beyond the horizon, the birds would start. at first they would be just one, two, three. they would come in pairs and post up on the telephone wire that ran along above the main drag of the town. these birds would then increase velocity and density, would start to come in throngs. they would show up tens at a time until the telephone/electricity wire that lined the main street was entirely and completely covered (and i mean COVERED) with birds. they would all sit facing the same direction all along the wire, and wouldn’t make a sound. they would stay like this all night, up until about eight minutes before sunrise. at this point, they would start to chirp, all at once as though being conducted by some giant bird with a baton. they would chirp as the sun rose, and upon it’s arrival they would leave; not all at once, but in groups, pairs, trios, solo.

this shit happened EVERY NIGHT. which, essentially, means that EVERY NIGHT, when going out for a beer or some company or dancing or a party, one had to be conscientious of not walking under the literal SHIT STORM that was directly overhead.

just spent the past two days with a man who i knew in this strange and wonderful place. he left my house today. if nothing else, he reminded me of this phenomenon i witnessed on the continent where we met.

(i’m back, bitches)

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