The small town, south of Quito, was located above a lush ravine where Rio Pastaza raged downstream. This was the site for all kinds of exciting adventures such as river rafting, hikes through the jungle or up to volcanic Tungurahua behind the town.
It rained a lot of the time, so hanging around the uninteresting town was more appealing that trudging through mud, and river rafting was never my thing.
After Banos, my daughter and I parted ways for a time. We caught a bus where I got off in Canar and my daughter continued to Cuenca. She was headed for a retreat where she wouldn’t be permitted to speak for a week and then Spanish lessons in the town where it was said the best Spanish was spoken in South America.