There were several days spent in the capital city of Quito, which is at an elevation of 8,500 feet. Some folks had real difficulties functioning at this level. I was one of them, but slowly one discovers how to manage. Go slow, take time to breathe and use as many Coco candies as needed to feel better. The first real adventure was into the upper reaches of the Amazon. We travelled by bus to a river town. We then boarded a motorized canoe, with a canopy (thankfully since it did rain) and cruised down the river to Yarinda Lodge, our hotel for the next several days. I took the rainbow at the start of our river trip as a good omen. We arrived at the lodge just as night was falling.
Quito is not immune to poverty and the fellow below was obviously blind but played the accordian very well. He was grateful for whatever gratuities the passersby would donate.
This is our dining hall at the Yarinda Lodge. It had a water-tight thatched roof and no walls, to allow for catching whatever breeze happened by.
|Teaching at the local indigenous school|
that I should be very gentle with whatever it was and so took a knife to open the threads...