Grand Victoria Boutique Hotel
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- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
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Travel Blogs from Loja
... dirt just keeps shrinking and shrinking. And she keeps throwing dirt and manure (at $6 a bag) at in in a effort to stem the tide of its disappearance.
Does she tell you she walks to town? On her own 2 feet? often? That she goes for Chai at the Juice Factory whenever she can?. Does she tell you those things? Goes there to "connect" with folks. Let me tell you something. It's the panela in the Chai. The spices. Perhaps it's addictive. Only $1 too, for a nice mug. Hot. ...
... clearly been burning for months if not years, a bowl of cacao pods, cacti in pots, a colourful wooden bird mask, lots of cowboy hats woven from straw or reeds, a big tarnished metal bell, sets of panpipes, very wide dried leaves, curled-up whips, a guitar, curved colourful wooden medallions hung on strings from a piece of wood, machetes, a two-man log saw, a poster showing a set of nine ...
... a salad to see cows roaming the paved streets?
It’s been raining most days. Nothing like Oregon. It’s not cold! 71 degrees. More like Hawaii. Sometimes it rains all night. The hills had browned up, but changed their minds and went green again. The weeds are going to have a time of it. The rainbows are impressive, and everyone runs to look and ooooo and ahhhhh over them. Perhaps because we are so near ...
... and rained intermittently for the last two hours of the hike. Other than having to dodge falling rocks once inside the volcano due to locals burning the brush along the upper rim of the crater, we made it to the village of Quilotoa without incident and grabbed a ride back to civilization. Needless to say, I wasn't in any shape to make an attempt on Cotopaxi, so I simply rested up another day and moved south to Banos...
... the states, I would have. That failure, makes the success of living here shine even more brightly.
Across the street music pours. “What if god were one of us?” it asks. “Like a stranger on a bus, trying to make his way back home?” I swear, he must have landed in the people of this small country.
By the way, it’s pouring rain here. Inch and 1/2 two days ago. Eat your heart out California.