Sanaguro was a quaint town with the usual open square and church at its centre. Perched in the southern end of the Andes, this town was tourist free, except for me. Continue reading Saraguro cave hike
Cañar wasn’t an inviting town but I was there to see the Inca ruins not far away. Continue reading A ruined meal after Inca ruins
The small town, south of Quito, was located above a lush ravine where Rio Pastaza raged downstream. Continue reading A raining down in Banos
North of Quito was Otavalo, famous for its markets: vegetables; woven mats; hand knitted woollens, silver jewellery; panpipes; you name it. Otavalo had it.
Travelling with a pack, I looked but hardly bought. Continue reading The market town of Otavalo
After a few days hanging around the open Quito plazas and La Ronde, we bused to Mindo, northwest from Quito. Continue reading Mindo’s butterfly farm
There was a strong police presence around Quito to deter thieves from stealing from tourists. I wandered streets with ease until I came to a hill where I literally lost my breath. The nearly 3000 metres about sea level made me feel ancient. It wasn’t until my daughter arrived and she experienced the same breathlessness climbing hills, that I felt reassured. Continue reading Quito took my breath away
My daughter spent a year in South America and during that period, we decided to hook up in Ecuador. It happened to be the year I had a student from Ecuador in my class who was also heading south. While I waited in the capital for my daughter’s arrival, I met up with Samanta and her parents. Continue reading A gathering in the high Andes