Our last night in Ecuador we went to the only restaurant we knew in Guayaquil, the cheap Chinese food place across from the open-late liquor store where seen-it-all attendents passed groceries out to… Continue reading
It was tempting to stay in our Casa de breaded eggplant, mosquito net, and clean sheets in Canoa, but we had a date with an airplane coming up, so made our way back… Continue reading
We spent four days in our Spanish expat palacio in Canoa, eating, getting over our colds, and wandering around town. Breakfast at home in the sandy inner courtyard of blue paint and ferns,… Continue reading
We stepped off the musty bus onto the abused concrete sidewalk of the town of Canoa and immediately looked around for hotel signs in the dark. From where we stood, hoisting out backpacks… Continue reading
(I have no pictures of this day, but this layout I’m trying seems to want pictures, so here’s a pair each from Riobamba and the Amazon both earlier in Ecuador. Let me know… Continue reading
In 1999 Ecuador had a 197% inflation rate. The wealthy removed about $2 billion from the country, and the GDP shrank by 5.3%. As part of the reforms in response, the country adopted… Continue reading
The lethargy of heat and humidity is upon me, and all my words have melted, but luckily pictures don’t, so here’s a few more pictures from Puerto Lopez. Unfortunately not pictured is the indigenous… Continue reading
Our first day in Puerto Lopez we met Winston Churchill on the beach. He’s a lean man with kind eyes, a ready smile, and a helluva sales pitch for whale watching tours, informative… Continue reading
The fridge in the musty cockroach-corpse kitchen didn’t work (and one of the big veggie drawers at the bottom was full of about three gallons of…is that lemonade?) so every morning I’d run… Continue reading
On our way down from the Sanctuary of Olon we stopped by the area-typical small cemetery. A scattering of low crosses, concrete shells in differing sizes (at least one with the regional soccer… Continue reading
