There are many things that one might say, but never call me late for food. In fact, Bruce and I often find our own little "great eats" tour. However, the first few meals on this trip were rough. But the instinct to forage is a strong one. We had higher hopes for Chiribogo. It was the first town we found since departing Quito hours ago. And while it was once a bustling town before the paved road was built, it's more a nostalgic town stuck in 1930 today. A great photo op no less.
Many might know that my big bikes carry a variation of the Dorito namesake. Imagine my delight to find these chips in Chiriboga.
The next town, San Francisco de las pampas, looked far more promising. Again we strike out after trying 2 restaurants. Lunch just doesn't seem to be in the cards. However, almost ever small town has a very nice town square. This one also has an elaborate staircase to heaven
Leaving town, the group spreads out a bit. Each rider baking in their own ride. While each bike has a GPS, we usually stop at the few intersections. This was perhaps my undoing. We noticed this couple as we initially passed, but didn't stop. The next intersection we waited for Marty. As we thought he might be off track, we doubled back. Our spanish as poor as her english she convinced all of us that uno moto went off track then turned around for San Francisco. Also of note is the advert for the local politician ( vota ) on the building.
Bruce and Jack blasted off and I waited back. Soon enough, the group was back again but the sun was getting uneasily low in the sky.
Bruce and Jack blasted off and I waited back. Soon enough, the group was back again but the sun was getting uneasily low in the sky.
