Putting the big "F" in Food Poisoning

Remember, you building exterior color should always match you foliage choices!


We arrive at Santa Marianita for lunch. We've been getting a bit "bold" and today for some wild reason we decide to totally let our inhibitions about foreign food go. Wow, what a turning point that one little thought will have on the remainder of the trip. And actually for the next 3 weeks of my life. Here we see the Husky in her beachbum kit.



It's still Mardi Gras, and the beach is crawling with life. It's here we realize that Ecuadorians don't swim for the most part. Nobody dares to enter the South Pacific more than knee deep.


So there are 4 riders in our group. Somehow the 3 youngest riders end up with terrible Montezuma's Revenge after we partake in this local favorite. It's called 'Cazuelas' which is a seafood casserole mixed in plantains and peanut. It's so thick that you could put a fork into it, and have no trouble getting it to stand vertically. The texture is not far off that either. I didn't care for the texture, so I took the little kid approach and just ate out what I thought was the good part (seafood). Keith thought the Cazuelas would be better if we centrifuged out the seafood from the peanut/plantains.

Nonetheless, in 12 hours our lives would change.


After lunch, we pull into the Puerto de Cayo Sanctuary very early afternoon. Observations show that no hurricanes form within 5 degrees latitude of the equator, as they can't overcome the Coriolis effect.



If this hotel was any closer to the South Pacific, we'd need scuba kit.


Nothing left to do but float the afternoon away.


Blaster is much a chameleon. He likes to pick colors in his background to blend with


Keith meanwhile tries out the hammock life