Otavalo

A few quick pics from the market in Otavalo, a couple hours north by bus from Quito.


Apples apples apples apples.


A lot of maracas.



Pretty colors.

Slight detour, Carrying on

Kim and I now find ourselves on two separate continents. We left the Galapagos a bit earlier than expected and I am in Quito and Kim is in Florida. Sadly, Kim´s grandmother, Ginger, passed away and Kim flew back to Florida yesterday morning. We´d like to take this opportunity to strongly warn against flying Copa airlines at any time under any circumstances. They were completely uncooperative in rerouting Kim´s itinerary, despite the obviously dire circumstances and instead insisted on selling her a first class ticket at over 1000 bucks. Stuck at the airport and with little choice otherwise, she ultimately decided on buying a whole new, cheaper, one-way ticket on American (cue fireworks and Sousa band) Airlines. I am here in Quito, staying at the Grinn House and taking it all in. I have my beard and One Hundred Years of Solitude to keep me company and am thoroughly engrossed in the inter- and intra-familial affairs of the Buendias.

Today I rode the Teleférico up into the mountains overlooking the city. The air was thin and the sky was blue. Chocolate at 4200 meters tastes delicious.

The End is Near

Greetings, all. It has been a while since the last fresh blogload, so here's what's shaking in the Galapagos. In short, we continue to enjoy ourselves, but are ready to return to civilization... really, really ready.





Here we have a picture of the bay where you can catch a taxi-boat to the Other Side (El Otro Lado). What lies on the Other Side is more iguanas, seals, bars, and cacti.









Kim rides a taxi-boat to the Othe Side. The boats cost 60 cents by day and a dollar by night.





A game of Tonk. The rare and unbeatable hand of Four Kings. Blue footed boobies, bottom right.



A man of many hats. But which to wear?