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Equador
The stay in Quito, the capital of Equador was short lived, but very sweet. Matze and I met up with Jon a friend of Matzes from Germany. Since the rainy season was upon us we collected that it was in our best interest to head towards the coastal flats. By doing this we tried to avoid a potentially strenuois beginning to Jons trip through Equador and avoid the central range of the country. In turn it deterred me to a climate that more suits mosquitos, and the rancid decay of road kill. As most that have kept in tune to my trip can tell, I hate the heat unless it’s agua thermals en la montanas.
We took a rest midday at the equator memorial and watched in astonishment while water traveled counter clockwise down the drain in the northern hemisphere, and clockwise in the southern hemisphere, and while being directly on the equator the water dropped directly through the drain. I almost booked a flight home after seeing this scientific marvel.
A few days after departing Quito traveled 15 kilometers down the wrong road, it would have been further if we had’nt been stopped at a police checkpoint. They pointed us in the right direction after informing us that just a few more kilometers was a dangerous area and we would have been pillaged. We camped this night on a concrete slab next to a small liquor store. At 4 in the morning I was woken by a drunk shouting “Gire una cierta musica, musica es felicidad”, which meant “turn on some music, music makes people happy”. At first it was a little humorous, as drunks can be obnoxious the situation turned to shit. He made me very hostile and at one point imagined the windup and the connect. It did’nt stop for 2 hours, he even tried to bye a t-shirt because he thought that all the cycling cloths airing out where for sale. While I turned down the offer I started to heat up water for oatmeal. The oatmeal decided that it didnt want to stay dorment in my stomach and abruptly projected, 70 percent from my mouth and 30 from my nose. I was sick. 30 minutes later I had pain that I identified as was the worst pain of my life. It was the worst wrenching feeling coming from my stomach. I layed on the concrete kicking and screaming like a tot that was declined a snack pack.
I lay in the same spot till noon, wining and wishing home was a little closer. I set off and made 70 miles with my head down, my mind on a shower, and a good dose of antibiotics.
The stay in Quito, the capital of Equador was short lived, but very sweet. Matze and I met up with Jon a friend of Matzes from Germany. Since the rainy season was upon us we collected that it was in our best interest to head towards the coastal flats. By doing this we tried to avoid a potentially strenuois beginning to Jons trip through Equador and avoid the central range of the country. In turn it deterred me to a climate that more suits mosquitos, and the rancid decay of road kill. As most that have kept in tune to my trip can tell, I hate the heat unless it’s agua thermals en la montanas.
We took a rest midday at the equator memorial and watched in astonishment while water traveled counter clockwise down the drain in the northern hemisphere, and clockwise in the southern hemisphere, and while being directly on the equator the water dropped directly through the drain. I almost booked a flight home after seeing this scientific marvel.
A few days after departing Quito traveled 15 kilometers down the wrong road, it would have been further if we had’nt been stopped at a police checkpoint. They pointed us in the right direction after informing us that just a few more kilometers was a dangerous area and we would have been pillaged. We camped this night on a concrete slab next to a small liquor store. At 4 in the morning I was woken by a drunk shouting “Gire una cierta musica, musica es felicidad”, which meant “turn on some music, music makes people happy”. At first it was a little humorous, as drunks can be obnoxious the situation turned to shit. He made me very hostile and at one point imagined the windup and the connect. It did’nt stop for 2 hours, he even tried to bye a t-shirt because he thought that all the cycling cloths airing out where for sale. While I turned down the offer I started to heat up water for oatmeal. The oatmeal decided that it didnt want to stay dorment in my stomach and abruptly projected, 70 percent from my mouth and 30 from my nose. I was sick. 30 minutes later I had pain that I identified as was the worst pain of my life. It was the worst wrenching feeling coming from my stomach. I layed on the concrete kicking and screaming like a tot that was declined a snack pack.
I lay in the same spot till noon, wining and wishing home was a little closer. I set off and made 70 miles with my head down, my mind on a shower, and a good dose of antibiotics.
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