Seeing Condors!

Slept in late, 9:30. Could hear the fiesta music all night long from various festivals.After breakfast, walked to Peguche, supposedly a big weaving village, but there was nothing going on when we were there. Everyone was probably in church.Walked to La Cascada de Peguche, a quite nice waterfall as far as waterfalls go. It's a popular place for locals on weekends, but we got there before noon, so wasn't quite that busy yet.Walked back to town for some lunch, then a 5km walk to Parque Condor, a rehabilitation centre for birds of prey. It's run by a Dutch guy, and we lucked out by arriving shortly before a fying demonstration, which was AWESOME! To see huge hawks flying just over your head and in front of you, over an amazing view of the land was sooo cool. They never capture any animals, they only take in injured or donated animals, and then release them back into the wild when they are ready. The first hawk had been found with all his feathers removed, so he was just learning to fly again. It was quite windy, so he was having some troubles. But some of the other birds were soaring. He had a few Andean Condors, and they are HUGE!!!!!!!!!The flying demonstration was in Spanish, so Lisa and Kirsty kept translating for me.We started walking back, and a local who was at the Parque Condor offered us a ride in the back of his pickup, so we rode in the back, to the main highway. He was going to a different town, so he dropped us off, and we caught the next bus back to Otavalo (20 cents).We went to a pizza place for supper. While we were waiting, the families kids were playing, one girl and boy were playing with a balloon. The girl was screaming, really excited, and the mother came and grabbed her, presumably because she was being loud for the guests in the restaurant. She went back to the kitchen and pouted. So the boy kept playing with the balloon, and started playing with some other gringos with it. After a bit, he got bored with that, so he hid in the kitchen and started throwing peas at us. There were peas all over te floor. After we got our pizza, the grandmother (I think) picked up the balloon, walked up the little boy, popped the balloon right in front of his face, then walked away. No words were spoken by her. The little boy started balling and balling for like 10 minutes in the corner, but everyone (mother, grandmother, older sisters) completely ignored him. After about 10 minutes if crying his eyes out, he decided he wasn't getting anywhere, he stopped, and went up front to where his mom was and started crying again, to no avail. It was hilarious.After that, went back to the hostal, I read, then to bed.What I learned today:
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