Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Lost Track of Time
We are back in Quito, about to head to a blanket factory then catch a plane for the coast. Isla de la Plata, affectionately known as the poor man’s Galapagos, some snorkeling, that sort of thing. We cheered the Tigers (or Tigres) to victory at a beautiful home in the hills overlooking Quito, then drove through the night to some hot springs called Papallacta. The lights of the city snaked out lines across the valley and the Tigers dominated (mostly) Ohio State. We woke up to find ourselves at a collection of beautiful, volcanic springs, buried in a snug valley above 1000 feet about Quito. Stunning location, too bad we were all dragging from the past night’s revelries.
There is not much time before we head out again and I will likely be without Internet for a few days. Here are pictures from the Otavalo market. It was the highlight of the trip. Some people loved the white water rafting, others loved the hikes, I loved the whole fried pig with its skin pulled over its head like a cape and dagger teeth. Two of my favorite shots so far are in this mix. That is all I have time for today. Take care, see you all soon, my beard is awesome.