My first day

So my plane ride was quite uncomfortable.  I guess I expected a lot more from my first airplane ride...bubbly drinks on the rocks..."would you like a hot towel sir"...yeah..there was none of that.  Mostly crying baby's, random turbulence, and the occasional flatulence from someone near me who wouldn't admit their stinkyness.

When I arrived in Quito, I was surprised at how many Haitians there were.  Of course a lot of peddlers, but Quito to me, seemed like Rio De Janeiro except FLAT.  Very crammed in, colorful buildings that the paint was peeling off of, but still very eclectic .  We stayed at a Hostel called The Palm Maple, and it was $17 a night /person.

Our bus ride was actually really nice.  I got to witness to this older gentlemen who looked like a Peruvian, and he spoke 5 languages. AMAZING.  I took a lot of pictures along the way of the locals and Shuar people.  The ride really seemed like a National Geographic documentary.  Yurts, little shoeless children, street vendors, and Volcanoes scattered the whole duration of the 6 hour bus ride. 

The town here Sucua is quite tranquil.  Everyone waves and makes an effort to say "How are you" in English, as I say "Que Tal" in my John Wayne Spanish accent.  It's been on and off torrential down pour here, so service is still a no go as of 10:50 my time, 7:50 your time.

The internet connection is good if there isn't any rain..but so far, there's A LOT of rain.  Stay in touch for pics!!