29th December: Ecuador. Im here! First thought? I need to learn Spanish QUICK! I mean, I knew I would, but I’m reading it all the time. Listening. Learning. I was so lucky to have Lillie and Lukas come and meet me. I honestly would have been lost without them. Their town is lovely. A bit run down, but in a character kinda way. I almost forget it’s a third world country. So after a bus ride, a taxi ride (which he then decided not to take us the whole way, apparently that’s a thing. And you should have the correct change for it as they will say they don’t have any change – cheeky!), and then a short walk and a thousand stairs (30 stairs), we reach their place, and mine for the next month.Landlady makes nice touch with bedding.
I turn around and the view is stunning. Makes that journey worth it. I do the important things like get the wifi code, changed my jeans and we head out. We get some tortilla which is basically cheesy mash, fried, with an egg on top and some salad. I had meat with mine to try it. It was all delicious. I also tried some cow intestine. It was soooo chewy. Tasted ok though. Then we went for a walk and found a bar. We tried a drink, dammit can’t remember the name, I remember what we renamed it – Bloody Beer. Because it was essentially a Bloody Mary but with ne’er instead of tomato juice. All the other ingredients were the same. It was vile. He another couple beers then headed back. Had a glass of red wine and some cadburys chocolate that has come from London to Detroit to Pittsburgh to New York to Quito… Well travelled. My apartment is ok and well worth the $220 for the month. Would spend that a night in New York. Got a lovely blanket from the guys as a present. Slept well considering the new place with all the noise. Literally, so many dogs around. Hundreds. And the people have this thing that if they are knocking at someone’s door, they keep knocking. And knocking. And knocking until that person answers. No matter what time. But I eventually was woken by Foghorn Leghorn. A cockerel. Not Lillie. An actual alarm clock cockerel. A clockerel, if you will. So that was at 8am. I don’t want to do much today, I’m tired from tour and New York. We’re going food shopping later. For now, I’m learning some more Spanish. Adios!