This past weekend I went with some friends and a few other people I didn't know. There were 8 of us staying in this awesome hostal that had one big room at the top with bunk beds and a few separate rooms with a neat little island in the middle to sit at, 3 hammocks on our balcony, and hot-ish showers! ha They also made us the most amazing breakfasts which only cost $2 so it was $7 per night including breakfast.. pretty sweet!
So on Friday when we got there, we just hung out around town for a bit and at night we played jumprope with some kids of the town. I figured out I suck. On Saturday we went ziplining (probably 12 or so ziplines) above the rainforest (called the Cloud Forest). It was super super cool, but I wore capris like an idiot (but so did a few others) and got eaten alive by mosquitos! They itch sooo bad and they are all over both legs from the knee down!! Then we went back and had a yummy lunch and went "rafting" down the river. The "raft" consisted of about 8 intertubes tied together and we have the ropes to hold on to! We had 2 ecuadorian men with us that would jump off at random times to push away from rocks and stuff so at least that was kind of comforting! The ride was a tad dangerous and I'm not sure that kind of rafting would be legal in the states! ha and the water, I'm sure, was about 30 degrees! It was FREEZING!! So fun though and only cost $5 including a driver that picked us up from the hostal and drove us back!
That night we searched the town for some things to make smores with because there was a patio thing in the back of the hostal. Me and Theo found some cookie things that were squares so we figured that would be our graham crackers and Ryan, Paula, and Taylor found some marshmallows, but there were seriously only 3 bags in the entire town so they bought 2, but the best part is they had strawberry flavored and orange flavored. Made for some very interesting smores, especially since it took like an hour to start our "fire" with wet wood and a candle with toilet paper and pieces of a magazine! ha
Sunday Paula, Ryan, Taylor, and I got up and walked for about an hour and 1/2.. probably about 5 miles there and back and saw some sick horses and cows, 2 big rivers (might have been connected), a nice "ranch", and lots of mud! I love how cheap everything was, but they want you to pay for everything! If we had gone to the waterfalls (which I will one day) we would have paid $3 just to see these natural things that no one owns! ha I had to mooch a little bit of money, but it was a wonderful trip! I'm still really really itchy though!
lunes, 25 de febrero de 2008
Banos y Cotopaxi
I went to two volcanos two weekends ago. The bus ride wasn't too bad, but we stayed in it for too long during the days, stopping only for 30 minutes, if that, at a time to see different places around them and such. First we arrived in a town outside of Banos and got to see Volcano Tingurahua and the beautiful landscape, but also where the past 6 or 7 erruptions has effected. Tingurahua has erupted those 6 or 7 times since I've been here! Kinda crazy and it's all over the news. So we walked up Tingurahua a little bit and saw a bunch of different kinds of rocks (I was with a class of some friends so they were kind of learning). The little town of Banos was really cute and we stayed in a hostal there (Those are the cheapest always and pretty sweet to stay in). We were going to go to see Tingurahua at night because it was clear, but there was no action. boo! We even went dancing in the small town which was fun because it was like the whole town was in there!
Sunday we went to Cotopaxi which is the 5th most dangerous active volcano in Ecuador! We took a bus pretty far up the mountain and got out at one of the refugee places. It was beautiful and there were no people (inhabitants), no animals, and absolutely no vegetation!.. Just a beautifully snow-capped mountain/volcano! We walked down one part of it which was a slope like this -> \ so we practically slid down since it was really loose rock/soil/mountain/whatever it was. It snowed really hard while we were at the bottom in the crevice between two parts of the volcano. I haven't seen know in like 2 years! Not like this anyway. It was so cool. Then I had to pee really bad and decided that I would take the opportunity to say I've peed on the 5th most dangerous volcano in Ecuador.. so i did! haha It was rather cold. Then we all had to go back up that dang slope -> \ and it was probably one of the hardest things I've done in my life. We were 18,500 feet above sea level (= no oxygen) and about every 4 or 5 "steps" up, I had to stop and take a break. It took about 10 minutes to get back up.. some people took longer. So hard! Still really worth it. Everyone was coughing on the way back to Quito and I kind of lost my voice (I think because of that and the quick change in weather.. maybe.)
Overall the bus trip sucked since we were in it so long and I don't ever feel very good on buses I've learned; the snow was amazing; i peed on a volcano; and got to see a volcano that has been erupting actively! Pretty sweet! Oh yeah.. while we were on the way there and back we saw a few movies and I'd recommend The Bucket List! We also saw 10.5 which had really bad acting and Feast of Love which was kind of strange, but sweet by the end :)
Sunday we went to Cotopaxi which is the 5th most dangerous active volcano in Ecuador! We took a bus pretty far up the mountain and got out at one of the refugee places. It was beautiful and there were no people (inhabitants), no animals, and absolutely no vegetation!.. Just a beautifully snow-capped mountain/volcano! We walked down one part of it which was a slope like this -> \ so we practically slid down since it was really loose rock/soil/mountain/whatever it was. It snowed really hard while we were at the bottom in the crevice between two parts of the volcano. I haven't seen know in like 2 years! Not like this anyway. It was so cool. Then I had to pee really bad and decided that I would take the opportunity to say I've peed on the 5th most dangerous volcano in Ecuador.. so i did! haha It was rather cold. Then we all had to go back up that dang slope -> \ and it was probably one of the hardest things I've done in my life. We were 18,500 feet above sea level (= no oxygen) and about every 4 or 5 "steps" up, I had to stop and take a break. It took about 10 minutes to get back up.. some people took longer. So hard! Still really worth it. Everyone was coughing on the way back to Quito and I kind of lost my voice (I think because of that and the quick change in weather.. maybe.)
Overall the bus trip sucked since we were in it so long and I don't ever feel very good on buses I've learned; the snow was amazing; i peed on a volcano; and got to see a volcano that has been erupting actively! Pretty sweet! Oh yeah.. while we were on the way there and back we saw a few movies and I'd recommend The Bucket List! We also saw 10.5 which had really bad acting and Feast of Love which was kind of strange, but sweet by the end :)
domingo, 17 de febrero de 2008
canoa
My friends, Ryan, Mark, Melanie, Josh, Blaine, and I went to a beach called Canoa for Carnaval (a celebration in the beginning of february that everyone celebrates and everyone gets 2 days off of school or work or whatever they do.. pretty much a pause on life for ecuadorians). We took a night bus so we could get there at a good time on Friday and have all of friday, sat., sun. and monday to soak up the sun and relax. Well the trip there was interesting enough.. the first bus trip took about 10 hours to get to Porto Viejo and on the way there we stopped at this place to use the bathroom. I was thinking yay a nice gas station and good time to get off this stupid charter bus and stretch. not a gas station. not nice. raining outside. so we got to the place at 3:45 in the morning and when we got off the bus, about 1/2 the town was there (families too) eating full meals and people cooking and just hangin out listening to music! i then went into the bathroom and there were 3 "stalls", no lights, no toilet paper (which you really have to get used to in ecuador), no handle to flush, a little bit of water in the toilets, a sliver of light from the top of the door to the "stall", no soap or toilet paper and possibly no water (cant remember). the entire trip from quito to canoa took like 15 hours. maybe 17.yes.
then we took another bus to get to Canoa, that broke down in some small town, we waited for about 45 minutes to see if they could fix it and they told us we needed to catch another bus. we finally got to canoa and we were supposed to be staying in a house that could fit all 6 of us in, meals provided and only the maid and brother live there. not the case. we were passed off by the lady that takes care of the "house", to another old lady and then again to an old, sketchy man. it was not a house, but a hostal (or hotel.. not sure and it didnt have a name). the first night was fine (me and mel, josh and mark, ryan, and blaine had rooms), but then we had to move to another room for the rest of the time (one that had 2 rooms in it). there was no floor.. it was dirt. our bedrooms were very small but fit a bunk bed and a double bed in it, so ryan, mel, and i slept in one room and the other 3 guys in the other. the bathroom was probably 4 feet long, and consisted of a toilet about 5 inches from the door that the lock was broken on, a sink that was half on the floor, half into the shower, and a shower that sometimes didnt have much pressure and was always cold. ha. and we were supposed to pay $5 a night but we payed $10.
the streets were all dirt and mostly muddy cause it had rained pretty good before we got there so we walked around barefoot a lot since that was what the townpeople did. we went to the beach every day (even the first day we got there at about 5 we went swimming right away because we were so nasty and then some ecuadorian guys we met invited us onto their small boat to put out some nets) and all got burnt even though we put 45 on 18 times a day (the most sunscreen i've ever put on in my life). every day we would sit on the beach and watch the most amazing sunsets, we'd get dinner (always delicious food and outside in the sand and cheap!), go out to a bar and dancing and walk back to the beach to relax (i, along with ryan, fell asleep 3 out of the 4 nights on the beach). we met some pretty cool people.. we met 2 jorges and one of them had a world's greatest dad shirt on so that's what we called him and the other one was kind of annoying, but nice too. all the young people there talked like they had been smoking weed (which was true of some of them) and everyone was soo relaxed.
it was fun and awesome in general. a few things didnt make for a good trip but we didnt let them ruin it. one of the friends was a little crazy emotional and had a few anger problems so that made for some interesting times. as we were about to go walking down the beach like always during sunset, ryan and i BURRIED our rainbows in a sand hill, and when we got back they were not there! we spent about 30 minutes tearing apart the sand hill and also looking around the beach restaurants and on people's feet for our flip flops but they were nowhere to be found! bummer. the way back back took about 13 hours i think. needless to say, we were all totally exhausted, but had school the very next day. yay.
then we took another bus to get to Canoa, that broke down in some small town, we waited for about 45 minutes to see if they could fix it and they told us we needed to catch another bus. we finally got to canoa and we were supposed to be staying in a house that could fit all 6 of us in, meals provided and only the maid and brother live there. not the case. we were passed off by the lady that takes care of the "house", to another old lady and then again to an old, sketchy man. it was not a house, but a hostal (or hotel.. not sure and it didnt have a name). the first night was fine (me and mel, josh and mark, ryan, and blaine had rooms), but then we had to move to another room for the rest of the time (one that had 2 rooms in it). there was no floor.. it was dirt. our bedrooms were very small but fit a bunk bed and a double bed in it, so ryan, mel, and i slept in one room and the other 3 guys in the other. the bathroom was probably 4 feet long, and consisted of a toilet about 5 inches from the door that the lock was broken on, a sink that was half on the floor, half into the shower, and a shower that sometimes didnt have much pressure and was always cold. ha. and we were supposed to pay $5 a night but we payed $10.
the streets were all dirt and mostly muddy cause it had rained pretty good before we got there so we walked around barefoot a lot since that was what the townpeople did. we went to the beach every day (even the first day we got there at about 5 we went swimming right away because we were so nasty and then some ecuadorian guys we met invited us onto their small boat to put out some nets) and all got burnt even though we put 45 on 18 times a day (the most sunscreen i've ever put on in my life). every day we would sit on the beach and watch the most amazing sunsets, we'd get dinner (always delicious food and outside in the sand and cheap!), go out to a bar and dancing and walk back to the beach to relax (i, along with ryan, fell asleep 3 out of the 4 nights on the beach). we met some pretty cool people.. we met 2 jorges and one of them had a world's greatest dad shirt on so that's what we called him and the other one was kind of annoying, but nice too. all the young people there talked like they had been smoking weed (which was true of some of them) and everyone was soo relaxed.
it was fun and awesome in general. a few things didnt make for a good trip but we didnt let them ruin it. one of the friends was a little crazy emotional and had a few anger problems so that made for some interesting times. as we were about to go walking down the beach like always during sunset, ryan and i BURRIED our rainbows in a sand hill, and when we got back they were not there! we spent about 30 minutes tearing apart the sand hill and also looking around the beach restaurants and on people's feet for our flip flops but they were nowhere to be found! bummer. the way back back took about 13 hours i think. needless to say, we were all totally exhausted, but had school the very next day. yay.
frickin keys
so i'm just trying to tell yall of a few adventures i've had since you've missed out on a lot of them.
this past thursday night i went out dancing with a few friends and didnt want to bring a coat and had a casual dress and leggings on so i had no pockets. i decided before i left that i was probably going to get in late (my brother normally takes me places and picks me up whenever) and diego probably wouldnt want to pick me up at 2 so i put one key in my left high heel and one key in my right one. i had two keys because there is one for the outside gate and one for the door to the house. the key in my left shoe, which happened to be the one to get into the house, fell out at some point before 12:30 and i didnt realized it until i was dancing and realized i didnt feel it. I looked around the club, and of course with my luck did not find it.
i sent a few texts to my sister and 2 of my brothers but none responded so i called my brother diego to tell him i lost my key and to please leave the door unlocked so that was no problem and i could enjoy the rest of the night. when i got home i got into the gate and then tried to open the door but, of course also with my luck, it was locked.. i'm guessing my sister locked it when she came in from her valentine's date with her fiance. super. so i decided to try to get in through the kitchen cause i knew that door was always unlocked. it's a sliding door so luckily it didnt make a lot of noise but then i realized the gate was locked inside the door so i still couldnt get in (i thought i was about to get lucky). i remembered that there was a key rack right inside next to the door so i tried every one of those like 20 keys in the lock (which was hard enough because one, i'm short and the lock is at the top of the gate and two, because the only light i had was from the moon so i could not see anything) which of course didnt work, and then i tried a few in the other door that was locked, but did not work either.
i decided i'd see if there were any way to get onto the balcony and come in through someone's window so i climbed onto a metal trash can to get onto my mom's balcony but there was like a mountain of poop.. maybe not a mountain.. a field! and i decided it would freak my mom out if someone was coming into her window! so then i looked around for a hidden key (some people keep those in the states.. why not here!?) and there was none. i sent diego and my sister cris a text to come open the door but neither of them answered after 5 minutes so i HAD to call my diego cause i had no other options and it was about 3 in the morning. i went to bed about 3:30ish and had to wake up at 6 in the morning to get up and take a shower (cause i leave for school at 7 since it typically takes about 45 minutes for the process of getting to school and sometimes i have to wait a little bit for a bus that goes to rio coca (the bus station). what a night.. and next day.
this past thursday night i went out dancing with a few friends and didnt want to bring a coat and had a casual dress and leggings on so i had no pockets. i decided before i left that i was probably going to get in late (my brother normally takes me places and picks me up whenever) and diego probably wouldnt want to pick me up at 2 so i put one key in my left high heel and one key in my right one. i had two keys because there is one for the outside gate and one for the door to the house. the key in my left shoe, which happened to be the one to get into the house, fell out at some point before 12:30 and i didnt realized it until i was dancing and realized i didnt feel it. I looked around the club, and of course with my luck did not find it.
i sent a few texts to my sister and 2 of my brothers but none responded so i called my brother diego to tell him i lost my key and to please leave the door unlocked so that was no problem and i could enjoy the rest of the night. when i got home i got into the gate and then tried to open the door but, of course also with my luck, it was locked.. i'm guessing my sister locked it when she came in from her valentine's date with her fiance. super. so i decided to try to get in through the kitchen cause i knew that door was always unlocked. it's a sliding door so luckily it didnt make a lot of noise but then i realized the gate was locked inside the door so i still couldnt get in (i thought i was about to get lucky). i remembered that there was a key rack right inside next to the door so i tried every one of those like 20 keys in the lock (which was hard enough because one, i'm short and the lock is at the top of the gate and two, because the only light i had was from the moon so i could not see anything) which of course didnt work, and then i tried a few in the other door that was locked, but did not work either.
i decided i'd see if there were any way to get onto the balcony and come in through someone's window so i climbed onto a metal trash can to get onto my mom's balcony but there was like a mountain of poop.. maybe not a mountain.. a field! and i decided it would freak my mom out if someone was coming into her window! so then i looked around for a hidden key (some people keep those in the states.. why not here!?) and there was none. i sent diego and my sister cris a text to come open the door but neither of them answered after 5 minutes so i HAD to call my diego cause i had no other options and it was about 3 in the morning. i went to bed about 3:30ish and had to wake up at 6 in the morning to get up and take a shower (cause i leave for school at 7 since it typically takes about 45 minutes for the process of getting to school and sometimes i have to wait a little bit for a bus that goes to rio coca (the bus station). what a night.. and next day.
oh my knees
another stupid day of mine.
Ryan and I were walking back from lunch with some friends on our way to photography class. There was a truck backing to the bank parking lot (and apparently they dont look behind them to see if people are there) so we tried to speed up a bit and i tripped on god only knows what (probably myself) and fell onto my knee. (not sure what the truck was doing at this point.. possibly about to run me over cause i fell behind it) I always have a lot of stuff with me and that day i was holding my tennis racket and either my box for photography or tennis shoes and i had a ton of stuff in my book bag which went flying over my head about making me do a face plant. so it hurt pretty bad for a second and then the pain kinda went away. I looked when we got to class and i had a huge i dont even know what to call it.. strawberry? my skin was kind of ripped away and it was bleeding just a bit. i was wearing leggings that day so it was really thin protection. my mom and sister kind of freaked out when i showed them and my brother's girlfriend bandaged me all up. they put the most painful stuff i've ever felt in my life on my knee (worse than alcohol).
the next day i kind of felt sick on the way to school so i told my professor when i saw her at school that i wasnt coming to class. that was a great start to the day. so i relaxed for about an hour on a couch and when i was leaving to go to my next class i was walking up like 3 stairs and tripped on those and fell again.. on the same knee. holy cow that hurt. definitely didnt help the healing process. then when me and my friend Jen were on the bus on the way to quito from cumbaya, my foot got stuck in the door that shut and holy cow that hurt. i somehow managed to wiggle my foot out but those doors are really heavy. my flip flop was stuck in the door for about 5 minutes until the bus stopped to let some people on and it was like folded in half at the top! haha luckily it didnt ruin the flip flop because it was my gray rainbows. my knee is just now better.. no scab but definitely going to be a pretty big scar.. at least i'll have a battle wound from ecuador!
Ryan and I were walking back from lunch with some friends on our way to photography class. There was a truck backing to the bank parking lot (and apparently they dont look behind them to see if people are there) so we tried to speed up a bit and i tripped on god only knows what (probably myself) and fell onto my knee. (not sure what the truck was doing at this point.. possibly about to run me over cause i fell behind it) I always have a lot of stuff with me and that day i was holding my tennis racket and either my box for photography or tennis shoes and i had a ton of stuff in my book bag which went flying over my head about making me do a face plant. so it hurt pretty bad for a second and then the pain kinda went away. I looked when we got to class and i had a huge i dont even know what to call it.. strawberry? my skin was kind of ripped away and it was bleeding just a bit. i was wearing leggings that day so it was really thin protection. my mom and sister kind of freaked out when i showed them and my brother's girlfriend bandaged me all up. they put the most painful stuff i've ever felt in my life on my knee (worse than alcohol).
the next day i kind of felt sick on the way to school so i told my professor when i saw her at school that i wasnt coming to class. that was a great start to the day. so i relaxed for about an hour on a couch and when i was leaving to go to my next class i was walking up like 3 stairs and tripped on those and fell again.. on the same knee. holy cow that hurt. definitely didnt help the healing process. then when me and my friend Jen were on the bus on the way to quito from cumbaya, my foot got stuck in the door that shut and holy cow that hurt. i somehow managed to wiggle my foot out but those doors are really heavy. my flip flop was stuck in the door for about 5 minutes until the bus stopped to let some people on and it was like folded in half at the top! haha luckily it didnt ruin the flip flop because it was my gray rainbows. my knee is just now better.. no scab but definitely going to be a pretty big scar.. at least i'll have a battle wound from ecuador!
bus incident
so i thought i'd tell yall about a day that was a few weeks ago and was ridiculous.
My friends, Ryan and Taylor, and I were leaving school one day and we always have to take a green bus back to Quito (because our school is in Cumbaya). We asked the guy that collects money on the bus if he was going to Quito and he kept saying El Sur and sube, sube (get on) so we got on of course. We realized about 10 minutes into the trip that we were NOT going the right way. We decided maybe we could get off and take a bus back to Cumbaya, so we stared out the window for a good 5 minutes and saw no buses passing by.. only charter buses and cars. Crap. So then it started raining and we knew we were going to have to get off at some point because we really didnt want to go all the way to downtown Quito because it's like 45 minutes from our houses. We decided to get off at a stop that a ton of people were getting off on, but disappeared after (and i have no idea where they went).
Of course like 2 seconds before we got off the rain started POURING. Probably the hardest rain I've seen here so far and it rains a lot. Our clothes were soaking wet as soon as we got off the bus. We asked the bus driver of a blue bus if we could get back to Cumbaya and he told us we needed to cross the road and there would be a bus coming from the other way. We didnt realize it until we stepped onto the road that it was a fricken RIVER. Our shoes and our pants almost up to our knees got even more soaked than they were before and we continued to cross the road. Taylor was wearing high-heeled boots and Ryan did not have a rain coat. I decided I would pull out my umbrella (cause that was going to help us get dry? i dont know) and of course it was at the bottom of my bookbag underneath the set of clothes that were in that section. I also had a tennis racket, a box for photography and some tennis shoes that i was holding.
We heard some laughing and turned around to see 2 kids standing underneat a trashbag laughing at us. so we waited there for a few minutes while it was still pouring down rain and then, just like in any movie where unlucky things happen, a car drove by pretty close to us and a wave of water came onto us. ridiculous. we waited a few more minutes and there certainly was not any buses coming so we decided to take a taxi and we'd just split the taxi (even though they are cheap already). so we told the guy we wanted to go back to cumbaya and he was like get in.. we were soaking wet with all of our stuff and decided to take some pictures so we could capture the moment and were talking in english the whole time (which is typically not smart because they will charge gringos more). we did not recognize where we were a few times and had to make sure the taxi driver knew we were still going to cumbaya (he probably thought we were idiots) and of course we still were.
Then, we started going through a random neighborhood and decided that the taxi driver was going to take us to his house and kill us so we started plotting (ryan suggested i use my tennis shoes to knock him on the head and i decided i would use my umbrella because it was harder). we finally got back to cumbaya and the cab ride (which was really on like 10 minutes) cost $8 which is way too expensive but we payed it anyway. then we ran to catch another green bus that was actually going to rio coca (the bus station we have to go to) and stood up the entire way because we were so wet we didnt want to get anyone else or the seats wet and it would feel real nasty to sit down. the bus ride to quito is about 25 minutes and i still wasn't very good at standing up on them so i bout fell a few times.
ha what a day.
needless to say, we were laughing the entire time and probably looked liked the biggest idiot gringos ever. it was even more interesting trying to tell this story in spanish to my family, but i always have some kind of adventure to tell them (they probably also think i'm an idiot). ridiculously amazing, funny, stupid, wet hour (or more) of our lives here in ecuador.
My friends, Ryan and Taylor, and I were leaving school one day and we always have to take a green bus back to Quito (because our school is in Cumbaya). We asked the guy that collects money on the bus if he was going to Quito and he kept saying El Sur and sube, sube (get on) so we got on of course. We realized about 10 minutes into the trip that we were NOT going the right way. We decided maybe we could get off and take a bus back to Cumbaya, so we stared out the window for a good 5 minutes and saw no buses passing by.. only charter buses and cars. Crap. So then it started raining and we knew we were going to have to get off at some point because we really didnt want to go all the way to downtown Quito because it's like 45 minutes from our houses. We decided to get off at a stop that a ton of people were getting off on, but disappeared after (and i have no idea where they went).
Of course like 2 seconds before we got off the rain started POURING. Probably the hardest rain I've seen here so far and it rains a lot. Our clothes were soaking wet as soon as we got off the bus. We asked the bus driver of a blue bus if we could get back to Cumbaya and he told us we needed to cross the road and there would be a bus coming from the other way. We didnt realize it until we stepped onto the road that it was a fricken RIVER. Our shoes and our pants almost up to our knees got even more soaked than they were before and we continued to cross the road. Taylor was wearing high-heeled boots and Ryan did not have a rain coat. I decided I would pull out my umbrella (cause that was going to help us get dry? i dont know) and of course it was at the bottom of my bookbag underneath the set of clothes that were in that section. I also had a tennis racket, a box for photography and some tennis shoes that i was holding.
We heard some laughing and turned around to see 2 kids standing underneat a trashbag laughing at us. so we waited there for a few minutes while it was still pouring down rain and then, just like in any movie where unlucky things happen, a car drove by pretty close to us and a wave of water came onto us. ridiculous. we waited a few more minutes and there certainly was not any buses coming so we decided to take a taxi and we'd just split the taxi (even though they are cheap already). so we told the guy we wanted to go back to cumbaya and he was like get in.. we were soaking wet with all of our stuff and decided to take some pictures so we could capture the moment and were talking in english the whole time (which is typically not smart because they will charge gringos more). we did not recognize where we were a few times and had to make sure the taxi driver knew we were still going to cumbaya (he probably thought we were idiots) and of course we still were.
Then, we started going through a random neighborhood and decided that the taxi driver was going to take us to his house and kill us so we started plotting (ryan suggested i use my tennis shoes to knock him on the head and i decided i would use my umbrella because it was harder). we finally got back to cumbaya and the cab ride (which was really on like 10 minutes) cost $8 which is way too expensive but we payed it anyway. then we ran to catch another green bus that was actually going to rio coca (the bus station we have to go to) and stood up the entire way because we were so wet we didnt want to get anyone else or the seats wet and it would feel real nasty to sit down. the bus ride to quito is about 25 minutes and i still wasn't very good at standing up on them so i bout fell a few times.
ha what a day.
needless to say, we were laughing the entire time and probably looked liked the biggest idiot gringos ever. it was even more interesting trying to tell this story in spanish to my family, but i always have some kind of adventure to tell them (they probably also think i'm an idiot). ridiculously amazing, funny, stupid, wet hour (or more) of our lives here in ecuador.
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