At breakfast I know that my last night during the blog-writing, a feast is missed: giant guinea pig, such as suckling pig served at a time and cut into slices. Someone from the Israeli travel group (which I had not previously mentioned) must have had birthday. Very religious seem to not be on the road.
I stand at the Pan-American Highway, to stop a bus to Banos. A practice that I had seen on the journey. I lift my thumb. After some buses are rushed past me to declare a tourist from Quito waiting driver, which means lift your thumb in Ecuador, "free". And I would pay the few dollars for the bus without hesitation. I wave to the forearm as the driver I am fooling. There goes an hour, the buses are too full. Here, the drivers would collect the cash prize and probably economies in their own pockets. I'm coming out with another driver added that he may take me half an hour for ten dollars to the bus station after Latatunga if until then I still would be around here. Two minutes before the end of the period of holding even a bus.
I am grateful for the standing next to a sack of rice, puff pastry and a cardboard box a young woman who pushes her baby at the breast. The radio sounds like a heart-tearing Male voice: "Estoy Cruzificado", "I'm krutzifiziert" or something. In Latatunga I know that it is only through the industrial city of Ambato to Banos. On the way are four elongated Cuys (guinea pig) to be seen on the streets, which are rotated on a spit at a barbecue. Heads and paws still easy to recognize. From the Terminal Terrestre (bus station) in Ambato is no bus to Banos, as explained to me the guy at the counter, and I have bothered him at the study of a porno mag. A couple I met, it will have learned that there Banos for its own station. The last two were also at Cotopaxi. The girl came to me there already familiar. I have no idea where. The two are from Munich. Hm We share a taxi.
go to Baños it past kitschy chapels lush canyons - again and again crossed by furrows, the lava has dug into the ground.
Marie Banos is a lively pilgrimage and Heilquellenort, close embrace of nebelverh üllten mountains. Everywhere Internet cafes, L Aeden with original Inca cloaks , hostels ("Hotel Dusseldorf", "Hotel Bar Restaurant Les Alpes"), colorful wooden stands, improvised Travel Agency OFFICES Cuy and grill stalls. In short, the ideal location for ÜR come. Actually I wanted to stay with the Couch Surfer Daniel, but he did not give me his phone number tell more when I could come. Au ßerdem seems to me his address incomplete to be incom. So I pinto first in the "Hostal Santa Cruz" field.
goes against three's for lunch in a local-scales. The feisty proprietress rattling down the main dishes and side dishes. Not a word I say now and then understanding "Si". W hile I wait at dinner, l äuft TV in a children's program. It hosted a guy who looks like a red-haired Marilyn Manson in Star Wars-uniform with peacock feathers on the R Uecker. When the landlady half an hour later ethereal, studiously ignoring me, even begin to eat, but sometimes I ask after the whereabouts of my meal. She claims I h aett ordered only the juice, the drink I would. I begin to argue loudly. What was hindered by the language. Elsewhere there Loma, ie loin steak with fries and Kichernerbsensalat. On the R ückweg I unfold all four Fotogesch cantle from the city, but none has the right paper to develop films of Kodak disposable cameras.
are over the evening to report the following: see panpipes combo in the restaurant "Bon Giorno". Try on a street as green stripes recall, in taste and texture of calamari. Vegetarian tacos to get a basket of popcorn served. W ä during the l äuft a confectionery buyer through the restaurant, and the Inca combo from the pizzeria to play. In the refrain of the first song is "Ecuador" which, the Second is simply "Ho!". Very atmospheric. Then I prefer something around the houses. Even at 10 am is danced. In the first shop I enter, I am the only gringo and raise the average age of my appearance at least a year. Sp ethereal it is not better.
volcanic tracks.
Andes Hotel I.
Andes Hotel II
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