The trek down was not nearly as bad as the trek up. Then again, how could it have possibly been any worse? I am safely back on solid ground and can officially say that I shall never hike again. No, I hereby declare that I SHALL NEVER, EVER, EVER HIKE AGAIN. My experience in Timbuktoo i.e. the cloud forest has also led me to declare myself an official urban/suburbanite. Life with no hot water, no electricity, no sanitation, and no human interaction is just not for me.
Rachel and I boarded a bus back to Quito at noon today. Once in Quito we transfered to a bus bound for Otavalo. Otavalo hosts one of South America´s most impressive markets. Every Saturday villagers travel from all over the region to partake in this event. Vendors cram the narrow streets selling ducks, chickens, cows, ponchos, tapestries, hammocks, carvings, jewelry, fake shrunken heads, embroidered goods and woven mats.
Rachel and I have contrived a specific plan of attack. We will hit the livestock section in the wee morning hours then meanander our way down to the produce, embroidered goods, pottery, and craft sections by midday. Both Rachel and I have saved our entire shopping list for tomorrow so it´s going to be one massive shopping spree of a day. I am currently taking orders for shrunken heads and roasted guinea pig roasters. Any takers?
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