Volume 1 ISSUE 15
October 5, 2016 www.cuencadispatch.com
A Series on Rebuilding: the Sanctuary of a Brewery
WHAT’S INSIDE?
By Kristen Sawyer (Originally Pulished at www. zeromagecuador.com)
WORLD NEWS - Page 4
CANADIAN NEWS - Page 6
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n the middle of a banana tree grove, a few kilometers away from Proyecto Samán, there is a small building filled with shiny, metal containers. The floor is swept clean. The glasses are stacked in rows on shelves. A poster: Beer Kingo, the name of the brand. A plastic Viking hat, perhaps a lucky token worn while brewing beer, beckons to be picked up. A single table rests outside the front door, surrounded by five chairs inviting conversation. Osvaldo is the only beer brewer in Rio Canoa, a small town about twenty minutes from the beaches of Canoa. When Zach and I first arrive at Proyecto Samán, we catch up with a friend from Cuenca, Geoff, who is the general manager of the camp. Standing well over six-feet tall, with white-blond hair and twinkling eyes, Geoff is the kind of man who sticks out whether he’s in California or Ecuador. He has been at the camp since its inception five months ago, and in his time exploring, he’s learned some local secrets.
He pulls us aside at the end of our second day doing volunteer work, smiles wide and asks, “You want to go get some craft beers?” “Craft beer? Around here?” Zach, with his Colorado roots and high standards for the craft, seems skeptical. Geoff nods and says, “My friend Osvaldo up in Rio Canoa brews his own. He’s got an IPA, Stout, Saison, and a golden. We should go visit him.” The nighttime drive to Rio Canoa from the town of Canoa is hauntingly beautiful. We leave the sound of waves far behind and wind deeper into the curves of rolling hills. The mountains are speckled with farmland and long stretches of open green. You can see the glowing windows of houses tucked away from the road, hidden in a nest of trees somewhere. Right off the curb, large patios are filled with families eating dinner. A soccer field in the waning sunset still draws a few scraped-knee boys and men until they
are called away. Heads turn when we drive by; eyes follow our trajectory. We don’t see any other cars. Osvaldo’s house would have been impossible to find on our own. Drive across a soccer field, curve up one alley but not the other, continue over bumps for a few minutes, and then you’ll see the dog. Welcome. As I get out of the truck, I can see Osvaldo’s silhouette outside of the small, glowing building in the middle of the banana trees. He is nearly as tall as Geoff, a rare site in Ecuador, and his large body waits patiently for us to walk up to the brewery door. When I get into the light and kiss his cheek, I instantly feel comfort. There’s something about the warmth in his face that makes me feel safe. He has dark skin, big hands, and a shining white smile. His face has eluded the markings of time. He could be my age, mid-twenties, or twenty years older, or a young grandfather. He gives Geoff a giant hug, a hug exchanged
US NEWS
HEALTH & WELLNESS
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STRANGE NEWS
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The Vegetable Bar is excited to see the response we’ve had to our expanded breakfast menu and our lunch and dinner specials as well.
SEE OUR SPECIALS ON PAGE 16
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