Category Archive: traveling

Ecuadorian creepy-crawlies underfoot.

“Ventana” (Spanish for “wind”) derives from the Latin word for wind, ventus. English window has a similar connection with the wind. It derives from the Scandinavian word vindauga, a combination of vindr ‘wind’… Continue reading

Why is the stink of feces such a common part of traveling?

With the sand of our ill-fated attempt at San Pablo still on our feet, we arrived in Montanita, arguably the tourism capital of the Ecuador Coast. When we stepped down from the bus… Continue reading

Welcome to the Man Shack.

With the Ecuadoran sun overhead I wear my hat every day, and the Hat Hair was just getting too painful (for K) to look at, so it was time to get another haircut.… Continue reading

Happy rebirthday, it’s gonna change you life.

When I turned 32 a couple weeks ago it wasn’t a big deal, I was happy with a good navratan korma. But K’s birthday yesterday…now that was a big deal. She turned….dumdumDUM…27! Warning:… Continue reading

It’s hard to escape the tourist loop.

After awhile you get kind of sick of following the guide book’s path. It’s a whole country, there must be places to go that aren’t in the dang book, no? The map in… Continue reading

Cooking my culo.

We thoroughly enjoyed Playas, but it was time to move on again. First breakfast, where just in case we hadn’t noticed how friendly Ecuadorians are, the owners gave us their phone number and… Continue reading

A beautiful place to sit, eat, and die.

The town of Playas is billed as the “lower middle class beach town”, crammed on the weekends in season, and empty the rest of the time. Sounded perfect. (We arrived Sunday afternoon and… Continue reading

Somehow I managed not to pee my pants.

Quito grew on us, Mindo seduced us to extend a couple of days to nearly a week, and Cuyabena filled five days with predatory beasts, nighttime boat rides, and swimming in a flooded… Continue reading

For my birthday I want…Ecuador.

First thing this morning there were some strangers singing to me in bed. Luckily I heard K as she came up the stairs say to them “it’s my boyfriend’s birthday” and “can you… Continue reading

More vomit, and a mystery solved.

I apologize to those with vomit-sensitive eye-stomachs, I don’t mean to include it so often on here, it invites itself. Yesterday on the bus from Banos (sic) to Riobamba, it invited itself all… Continue reading