Sunday August 24
This morning the Swiss doctor and I went for a climb up a mountain. A driver took us to the starting point. Jayne went for the ride only, as he foot hurt her so she didn’t climb. This is not Cotopaxi, but another mountain that is close by. From where the driver dropped us off, we were told that the walk back is about 6 kilometers.
This morning the Swiss doctor and I went for a climb up a mountain. A driver took us to the starting point. Jayne went for the ride only, as he foot hurt her so she didn’t climb. This is not Cotopaxi, but another mountain that is close by. From where the driver dropped us off, we were told that the walk back is about 6 kilometers.
(That's Cotopaxi in the background.)
We climb along the trail and got beautiful views. Along the trail were pastures on each side. Some had cows while others had crops.
Then we came to a field that had a wooden locked gate on it. We decided to climb over it. Walking in the field I notice that there was cow poop, though we didn’t see any animals on it. I told the guy this might not be a good idea walking here as there were cows, there is usually a bull (or more). He said there should be no problem. However, I told him that the poop was fresh. I said keep an eye on the crest of the hill in case they come over. But he wasn’t concerned. I wonder where his common sense is, as a doctor should know better! What I didn’t like is that this was a big field and if a bull is found on the horizon we were far from the fence that we can climb over.
I wanted to turn back for three reasons:
1 – That a bull might come over the field.
2 – It looked like it would rain before we got back.
3 – That it was getting late.
I told him I would wait for him on the other side of the gate, but he said to go back if I wanted to, as he wanted to walk to the knoll that is on the mountain. I said ok.
I took some pictures on the other side of the gate then it started to rain lightly. I walked down to the point where the driver dropped us off and where I had a cup of tea and a banana – a part of the lunch that the hostel packed for me.
On the way back I notice that the Swiss guy was behind me a ways back. He finally caught up and we walked back together. Then it started to rain harder. When we came to the point where we were told is a short cut and was about to turn down the road, we heard a truck beep its horn. We turned around and saw it was the taxi-truck that was taking four other guests to the hostel. The driver got out and offered us a ride. (Being that there’s no Europeans in this area unless they are guests of the hostel; he knew that we were staying there.)
This was divine intervention – the driver coming at the exact time where we were saved another 30 minutes walking and that it just started to rain hard, too. We sat in the back with the packing gear of the guests and with a plastic sheet over us. We sat there holding the sheet without heads and legs sticking out, but keep mostly dry.
Lunch was ready when the guests arrived. Since I didn’t eat all my lunch I had the rest of it there. At this time it was raining harder. If we didn’t get a ride we would have really been soaked.
The dinner was a curry dish, with a choice of beef, lamb or vegetables with rice. After dinner, Jayne and I went to the living room, then back to our cabin.
We climb along the trail and got beautiful views. Along the trail were pastures on each side. Some had cows while others had crops.
Then we came to a field that had a wooden locked gate on it. We decided to climb over it. Walking in the field I notice that there was cow poop, though we didn’t see any animals on it. I told the guy this might not be a good idea walking here as there were cows, there is usually a bull (or more). He said there should be no problem. However, I told him that the poop was fresh. I said keep an eye on the crest of the hill in case they come over. But he wasn’t concerned. I wonder where his common sense is, as a doctor should know better! What I didn’t like is that this was a big field and if a bull is found on the horizon we were far from the fence that we can climb over.
I wanted to turn back for three reasons:
1 – That a bull might come over the field.
2 – It looked like it would rain before we got back.
3 – That it was getting late.
I told him I would wait for him on the other side of the gate, but he said to go back if I wanted to, as he wanted to walk to the knoll that is on the mountain. I said ok.
I took some pictures on the other side of the gate then it started to rain lightly. I walked down to the point where the driver dropped us off and where I had a cup of tea and a banana – a part of the lunch that the hostel packed for me.
On the way back I notice that the Swiss guy was behind me a ways back. He finally caught up and we walked back together. Then it started to rain harder. When we came to the point where we were told is a short cut and was about to turn down the road, we heard a truck beep its horn. We turned around and saw it was the taxi-truck that was taking four other guests to the hostel. The driver got out and offered us a ride. (Being that there’s no Europeans in this area unless they are guests of the hostel; he knew that we were staying there.)
This was divine intervention – the driver coming at the exact time where we were saved another 30 minutes walking and that it just started to rain hard, too. We sat in the back with the packing gear of the guests and with a plastic sheet over us. We sat there holding the sheet without heads and legs sticking out, but keep mostly dry.
Lunch was ready when the guests arrived. Since I didn’t eat all my lunch I had the rest of it there. At this time it was raining harder. If we didn’t get a ride we would have really been soaked.
The dinner was a curry dish, with a choice of beef, lamb or vegetables with rice. After dinner, Jayne and I went to the living room, then back to our cabin.
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