Saiananda Bahia de Caraquez

The Lonely Planet had said about Canoa that its such a nice place that its hard to leave - and they turned out to be right! We dont usually stay places for longer than 2 or 3 nights and had planned to be in Canoa for 2 - and ended up staying for 4! <br><br>Its a small and chill place that doesnt have much apart from a nice big beach and loads of hotels, restaurants and beach shacks, and thats really all you need there (maybe apart from an ATM coz we ended ...

... us to the region to live. <br><br>We stopped in the most inviting place in town, the Coco Loco Hostel with its beautiful garden and hammocks set up in front. We had a very warm welcome at the hostel and the owner, Mau, begged us to let him ride our bikes - he had sold his bike a little while back and was just itching to get on one again - and so Sylvain made a deal that for a 15 minute ride, we would get the second night in the hostel for free. Sounds like a good ...

... sunburned back. I could hardly wear a shirt without serious irritation of my precious white skin. I realized a long 8 hour bus ride would be very unpleasant, so i decided to spend one more night and leave the following day. Well... the following day came and as i went to the bathroom i noticed something different than usual. I was ******* out my butt! oh this cant be good as my stomach rumbled. After running to the bathroom every 30 ...

... towns along the way. I will then head to the highlands and take a boat down the 4 day river into the large city iquitos. This is where the amazon river begins. I will then head down the river further, close to Brazil where I plan on staying in a village for a week or more. Hopefully spanish speaking, but I doubt it. I have no idea where the roads will take me, just a rough ...

... encounters with some scarcely believable scenery - it appears that at least half of Ecuador is built on the side of a cliff! For long parts of the opening stage of the journey the road skirted drops where the floor of the valley was obscured by the steepness of the banks. It was remeniscent of some of the 'interesting' bus journeys in Bolivia, though at least the roads were of much better condition even if the standard of driving was not.<br><br>Apart from the inclination of ...

South from Canoa is a small town called San Vicente, the town that I was initially lost in a couple days ago before finding my way. From San Vicente, there is a short ferry ride across the bay to Bahia de Caraquez, a modern looking town when seen from a distance, with multistory (not quite skyscraper) businesses and apartment buildings. Upon reaching Bahia, I hoofed around for a while, found a hostal, and decided this would be a one-day stopover. Since I found litte to ...

Goodbye Bahia and Thanks for All the Sores As my final days at Planet Drum approached, things in the city seemed to slow to the pace of Migelito, the 98 year old Galapagos tortuous on display at the local elementary school. We have successfully completed planting the last site for the year and took time to go over some of the other sites planted, to ensure that the trees are still doing fine and that they had water despite the unusual two week drought. As the pertinent ...

Welcome to Camp... Planet Drum This should be the introduction that everyone receives when they begin their volunteer position with Planet. PD is surprisingly similar to many summer camps children are sent to throughout the US with a few major exceptions. 1) Everyone really wants to be here. 2) We know how to party. 3) Adolescent angst isn't an issue. 4) Everyone has a pretty good idea of what it is they are trying to accomplish, even if it is simply ...

There are plenty of enjoyable ways to get your self from one place to another down here, most of them involve the back of some random truck. I, like many others, used to laugh in disgust at the ¨white trash¨ riding dirty in the back of some beat up Ford. It was unsafe and uncivil, below a classy individual like myself. Ignorant. Literally one leg off the side of the truck, the ...

... country, windows open, my pack strapped to the roof of the bus. I don´t really want to loose all my belongings before I even leave Guayaquill. I chose correctly and was on a coach to Bahia, with a fronty row seat to boot. This was great for looking out on the beautiful Ecudorian countryide. The man sitting next to me was nice enough to point out what the various crops being grown were, I understood a handfull of what he was saying. I make to ...