Htl Rest Mer Cuenca

... in the rough guide. It's again a completely different place to the other parts of Ecador that we've been to. It's very colonial with a very strong influenence of the spanish invaders. With cobbled streets and gaudy (beautiful if Phil asks) catholic churchs around every corner. To be fair there is a stunning cathedral just next to our hotel with beautiful blue and white domes topping it. We spent two days in Cuenca and did a mixture of cultured stuff and sitting ...

... following day we had a tour at 8:30 am of the Rio Muchacho Organic Farm. We met one of the coordinators, Ruben, and he was to escort us to the farm which was about 20 minutes from the beach. We meant to take a bus but after waiting for a substantial period of time he flagged a pick up going that direction and we hopped in. The farm is owned by a couple, Nicola and Dario. There is also a school on the property for the community in the area. They are taught the basics, reading, writing ...

... around the clock religiously for several days. By day 4, we moved into our 2 bedroom apartment (which we found through a local spanish language school) and began to rehabilitate in peace, with the exception of Abigail. Although we all started to recover, Abby got worse, and yesterday we took her to a pediatric hospital where she received excellent attention for bronchial pneumonia. She is home now, recuperating, and we are so ...

... and asked Jacque if she liked it (she didn’t). I waited another 45 minutes and finally saw the one guy who actually seemed to cut hair. He started with a razor blade and some shaving cream to do the back of my neck which I thought was quaint until I noticed that he wasn’t storing the blade in any kind of disinfectant and instead just wiped it down with a piece of paper towel when he was done (how long can blood born diseases last on a blade anyway?). Then ...

... feedback from a number of sources, a good place to learn some espaņol. As I was heading in generally the right direction (ie south) I decided to give it a whirl.

After walking around Cuenca for a few hours (actually more like one hour - I couldn´t be ***** to do the whole ´find the cheapest by $2´ thing) I finally decided on a language school. All, good. My teacher, Danilo, was a top guy; very helpful, spoke clearly etc and, it turns out ...

... on his friends was walking over to us at a pretty fast rate. The guy went to grab me, and not knowing what to do (and very conscious of the camera and iPod in my pocket) I knocked the guy out and a taxi pulled up just as his friend was about to reach us. Impeccable timing. I think I tipped the cabbie more than the actual fare.

I went to Finns, go the jacket and was asleep in bed by 3am, only to wake up at 6:30a for some more goodbye’s before out flight to ...

... of telling her husband we wanted our money back. The owner then came and tried to get us to accept 3 other rooms, before giving us a refund... minus one dollar, obviously the pro-rata fee for the time we had stayed.

We left in high spirits expecting to find a much better hostel... we were soon disappointed. The next hostel seemed to be owned by an 8 year old boy, at least he was the person who showed us to our room. We stopped at one point when ...

... main gate, and pick it up, and head on towards Guayaquil, saving the round trip back to Cuenca... just in case you want to save a little time and/or money. So anyways, while I was writing in my notebook, something pretty funny happened. I got pretty excited when I noticed that a car had pulled over about 20 feet away from me, and I kind of half got up, expecting a ride into Cuenca, until I noticed the passenger roll down his window and get ...

... y super deli. No hicimos mucho...pero tomamos un paseo en victoria por el centro de la ciudad por la noche, y el domingo quisimos ir a los museos pero fue totalmente imposible ya que estaban cerrados. Vale la pena contarles que solo pagamos cuatro soles por el hostal, solo una noche, lo mas barato que pagamos en ecuador. De ahi nos fuimos a Piņas!