Las Palmeras Inn
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... We arrived just as the last bus for Quito was about to leave. Good timing, since we were told six was the last bus. We did not want to spend the night.
Everyone was out somewhere when I got home so I grabbed some food an called it a day. Will go back next weekend perhaps to actually do my shopping. Easier to sight see with someone else since you can split the cost of taxis so I canīt complain with how this turned out.
... 5 days by the time we arrived in Quito (he'd joined it in Santiago, Chile - and we thought our journey was epic!). Unfortunately Ken had shared his cold with Jayna by this time, so the bus journey passed in a world of sore throats and snotty tissues. Yuck.
Quito is the capital of Ecuador. It's large, and somewhat sprawling. It's not easy or safe to navigate or walk around the city by yourself, nor is everything contained within just a few blocks, ...
... the way. As luck would have it again, we run right into Darren and Sandy, so are able to return their snorkel gear, and get confirmation that we are heading up the right path, and we are. It's an easy trek after our cool swim, and before we new it we came out to the clearing,that looked back onto town, and beyond, it was as beautiful as the rest of this place. After some pics, we started to head back the way we came, with plans to stop at a small place along the path ...
... will eat it! We all order the creme de la pollo sopa, and bacon and cheese sandwiches, we make sure we have it right via our Spanish speaking companions, and are all looking forward to some sustenance. About 5 min later, lunch has arrived, a bowl of clear chicken broth with a whole chicken leg, thigh attached, hanging out of the bowl, as well as 4 chicken salad sandwiches, not even close to what we ordered, well, at that point we all broke out in a fit of laughter, ...
I'm not a super good traveler because I'm not good at making forced conversation with strangers. Oops, I mean at "making friends".
The polite thing to do when you meet someone while traveling is to ask the standard "Where are you from?" questions, but I hate that because I don't really care where people are from. Because what's important is that they are here with me, now, and so the whole thing seems really forced, and awkward, like slow dancing ...