Barnard Hotel Quito

... the other night just outside the house, so it´s taxis everywhere after dark, luckily they are very cheap!<br><br><br>I began my Spanish lessons the first day I got here and surprisingly I can communicate somewhat already (I think anyway!). Alba Abad is the loveliest (and most patient) teacher and speaks absolutely no English! Everyday I wander to her 5th floor flat in an ugly yellow complex, where she talks at me ...

... breathing dog is scorching his genitals with flames....´<br><br>I guess you get the picture, the painting certainly worked and made and impact on Eugene and myself as we stood there memorized for awhile just trying to make out all the sins.<br><br>That night we headed down to the new part of town and were amazed with the number of bars and restaurants scattered around the area. Quito definitely has a huge social scene an we saw hundreds of Ecuadorians out for ...

... which is slowly beginning to form into a plan. We would head south on Tuesday, get to Peru earlier and have extra lessons there. There was, of course, still a bit of Ecuador to explore first.<br><br>We pondered this further over home made soup we had for dinner at our apartment. I completed some more journals and Christie read Narnia to the children. Tomorrow is another day.

Ecuador, Quito,09-10-1990.<br><br>Nothing can disrub my good mood this morning walking through a still foggy Quito devoid of traffic at this early hour. These Ecuadorians are definitely not early risers. I feel a bit like hiking the streets of a past era, a pre-conquistadores time though the whitewashed and red-tiled houses, the many colonial churches reminding me that the times of complete seperations of the American continents from power hungry medieval European rulers are a far ...

... the different tasks that needs organizing, ex. security, sports, health care, constructions, farming, schooling, etc. There will often be called for a 'minga&#8217; which is like community work where many shows up to get something done like repairing a house or advancing vegetable gardens. I have already been to my first minga where five señoras and I constructed poles in a green house to stabilize it and provide small cords to tighten up the tomato plants. Each person being part of ...

... his guitar strapped across his back with string. He always wears a cowboy hat, a leather jacket that has seen better days, dirty jeans and boots. He plunks away for a few minutes as he attempts to tune his instrument and then begins.<br><br>He starts with a few words that I imagine are &#8216;Hello Quito! It is so good to be back here again. Boy, I love this place and I love you all. I would like to begin with my hit single that made it to number 98 in the Ecuadorian charts.&#8217 ...

... the same vessel (a simple sink with metal legs) and moved it 1.5 m on either side of the equator as well right on the equatorial line. It´s true - water spins clockwise in the southern hemisphere and counterclockwise in the northern hemisphere. and sstraight down on the equatorial line. Very cool. <br><br>Did you know that there are only 2 mountains that stand on ...

... central plaza but the highlight was our day trip to the Laguna Quilota, this is the coolest lake we have seen so far on our travels. It is a lake in the middle of a volcanic crater, the most emerald colour imaginable. One problem it is at 4000 metres above sea level, being the clever clogs that we are, we decided to hike down to the lake but took ...

... the saddest part is they are less funny than the brits. They all have amazing stories to tell, but ov** the sev**al months they have been traveling they have nev** been mugged like i have. And most of the females are beautiful blondes. S**iously for all you ladies reading this, their are more sexy blonde girls bumming around than they seem to be men. I hear I will see more in bolivia. My aussi and swedish friend finally depart back home tomorrow aft ...

... 9. From Sisquillia, we caught a bus up the harrowing road to Chugchillian, where we kind of called base. I came up with this realization on that bus. When the bus driver is laughing, passing another vehicle, going around a corner, in the mist, he is a professional and should be trusted. From that moment on I have came to expect all of my bus drivers to have maniacal smiles when approaching near death situations. <br>The hostel in Chugchillian was an actual ...