Last time we traveled in this country, we struggled to feed ourselves. This trip however, lady luck (and a little local knowledge!), we find food very abundant. When in the small town squares, we just look for the tell tale signs of tables. Occasionally, like this one, there may be a menu on the outside glass, but not always.
We are sort of fans of "Arroz con pollo" (Chicken with Rice). I felt a bit like a grim reaper when about 5 minutes after we order, this man comes strutting into the restaurant with the said "Pollo". RIP little guy.
We are sort of fans of "Arroz con pollo" (Chicken with Rice). I felt a bit like a grim reaper when about 5 minutes after we order, this man comes strutting into the restaurant with the said "Pollo". RIP little guy.
While the Pollo awaits his fate, Keith has brought packed about 20 soccer balls. He's giving them to kids as we meander through the ride. Unfortunately, we didn't bring the needle tip to pump them up, but hey, there is one thing that I will say about Ecuador is that if there is a will, there is a way!
Do you remember the days of walking into a castle and seeing the walls of arms to demonstrate their military prowess? Well, Keith has decided that his KLR war steed must bear arms. It's a noble, American thought, the right to bear arms. With that, he's completely made a mess of his handlebars, but he has one finger access to silly string to ward off all Mardi Gras invaders! He even has a back up bottle on his tail pack.
At the dry desert canyons fade into patchworks fields of vegetables, roses and dairy cattle, we find ourselves on cobblestone roads. Many of these roads have seen centuries of weary travelers. It's somewhat awe inspiring to visualize the all of the love, the war, the conquering that these roads have hosted, as it appears so serene today. The roads are so battle proven in their design, that you can still see the vertical lines in the cobble stoning. These vertical lines (next pic) were used to ensure the carts were properly spaced on the road.
We rattle our way over 3700M/12000 feet, where we sneak by the Fuya-Fuya Volcano. For our efforts, she rewards us with the majestic Mojanda Lake
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