We took buses up into the highlands of Santa Cruz (a few intrepid souls biked up) to this plantation. Families that have farmed here since before the creation of the national park still do.
Only a few minutes out of Puerto Ayora the land changed dramatically. The arid grass and cactus gave way to lush humid green, ideal for growing sugar and coffee, flowers, and even giant tortoises making their slow deliberate way along the side of the road.
Some of the sugar grown here becomes rum, after the patient donkey above squeezes the juice from the sugar cane. We got samples of the cane to eat; and also got to try roasted coffee beans eaten with a couple of lumps of fresh brown sugar -- insanely delicious. We were offered samples of the rum as well, but I passed and went back for another coffee bean instead.
Only a few minutes out of Puerto Ayora the land changed dramatically. The arid grass and cactus gave way to lush humid green, ideal for growing sugar and coffee, flowers, and even giant tortoises making their slow deliberate way along the side of the road.
Some of the sugar grown here becomes rum, after the patient donkey above squeezes the juice from the sugar cane. We got samples of the cane to eat; and also got to try roasted coffee beans eaten with a couple of lumps of fresh brown sugar -- insanely delicious. We were offered samples of the rum as well, but I passed and went back for another coffee bean instead.
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