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Into thin air

11/9/2014

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The garage door slammed shut.  I peered back and did a quick head count.  For a brief moment, a wave of nauseousness rolled over me.  I suddenly felt as if I had gone to a dog pound, and yet not saved any of them. It was then I realized this  was the first moto trip on rentals. 

The plane ride was uneventful, but poor Bruce was the object of my entertainment.  About midflight, it was clear to him the distinct advantage of previous  trips.  He was safely  out of my arms reach.



I'd like to say 'soon enough', but it  was a solid 12 hours before we put eyes on Quito. But what an amazing display of colors from above the clouds!




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The taxi driver was nothing short of Mr Toads Wild ride, as he meandered down the  valley then back up the far side.  Howling tires filled most of the journey.  Many motos throughout the clubbing district.We bed down for the night, ready to acclimatize of high altitude.





















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