Bus, Sun, Rain, Cold

Day: 353

Getting up early in Quito, Felicia and I packed our bags, ate breakfast and caught a taxi to what we expected to be a insane South American bus station.  Fortunately it wasn´t (other than two guys from competeing bus companies fighting for our business) and within a few minutes we piled ourselves and our bags into a rather clean bus to the farming/market town of Otavalo two hours north.

The bus dropped us on the side of the Panamerican Highway (the single highway that connects all the Americas together, including PCH in California). We quickly got a cab to drive us 4 kilometers into the countryside to our secluded hostel.  First we took a walk in the rain checking out the random farms, then the afternoon became sunny and passed pretty quickly as we sat in a meadow where Felicia tanned and I burned.

Before we knew it the sun was setting and we were eating some mediocre food in the hostal and drinking Ecuadorean beer.  It started to get cold and we started wondering about the giant pile of blankets near our bed…

Within an hour of going to sleep we were wearing half the clothes we had brought with us and had 4 alpaca blankets layered over us.  It was still cold as hell.