Travelling With The Big Group

We headed out for dinner that night and I finally got my lasagna which I was happy about but unfortunatley most of the new group had plans so only 2 new people joined us and 3 never made it to the meeting. After dinner we were quite tired (or lazy) from the day so we got a taxi back with two others while the others went in search of a bar. The following morning the alarm never woke us up for breakfast but thankfully I did wake up in time to watch the end of the Tri-Nations final and all of Man Utd beating Spurs on TV (with South American commentary - absolutely gas when there's a goal - GGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). We got up and did a bit of sightseeing around the centre of Lima starting at Plaza Mayor which was only up the street from our hotel. We took some photos before heading to San Francisco Cathedral where we did a (poorly) guided tour, first of the grounds and then of the catacombs beneath the Cathedral which were fascinating. One of the noteable things of the tour of the grounds was the depiction of the last supper which was slightly different to European versions I have seen: they were all sat around a round table and in the middle was Cuy, which is Guinea Pig - a delicacy here in Peru.

We strolled around the city a bit more seeing many churches and some more big squares. We headed back to the hotel via the supermarket and a restaurant where we got more roast chicken and chips which is so good here - they roast the chicken on spits over charcoal fires and it's incredibly cheap! We met back at the hotel for our evening meeting, packed and then met down in the bar where there was a cheese and wine night with the new and old crew which was a bit of banter and a great oppoortunity to meet the new faces. We chatted but didn't partake in the drinking and headed off to bed as things winded down.

Which was probably for the best as the following day we were up at 6am for breakfast and travelling. Taxis to the train station for the bus to Ica and then taxis again for a few kilometres to a small desert oasis called Huacachino. It was one of the most picturesque little villages which had one road in and out, a lagoon and was surrounded by incredibly high sand dunes all around. This time we got to the hotel and we were unable to check-in as the rooms were ready which was no problem - we put our bags in storage and went to the restaurant for lunch. The hotel was lovely - we were sitting poolside and the whole place was only recently completed and out the back gate was a massive sand dune to climb. After lunch we checked into our roomes which were equally beautiful and chilled out for the afternoon, messing with the hotels parrots and relaxing poolside.

At 4 we all (at least those of us doing it, 3 declined) met up at the hotels entrance to head off sandboarding. As I came out I found Emer chatting to a group of Irish people - one who she knew from Badminton and one who lived 5 miles outside of Nenagh and knew my Mama well. It's a small world. When ready we all hopped into the vehicles to bring us out sandboarding which were mental - a massive V8, a chassis, roll cage and 10 bucket seats with seat belts. We all got in, buckled up and jumped as the engines roared into life. We headed through the village to the entrance to the dunes leaving a trail of car alarms in our wake. At the entrance we paid our sand tax (laughable, I know) and then headed off on a mental journey not one of us expected.

The drivers were absolutely mental and we tore off up, over, down and around the various sand dunes in the area. It was like a rollercoaster except it wasn't on tracks - we all hung on for dear life, screams of terror and joy barely audible over the roar of the big V8 engine working hard up front. We stopped at 4 different locations to do some sandboarding which was good fun too - a couple of people (foolishly) tried to stand up to do down the dune wheras we lay down on the board and picked up much more speed as a result. After the various boarding locations were done with we went west and from a high vantage point watched the sunset over the dunes in the distance which allowed some stunning photos to be taken. We all came back buzzing after the ride, had showers and headed out for BBQ dinner as a group before heading to bed ahead of the early start the following morning.

Our alarm had us up at early o'clock and after a quick breakfast we were in our bus to bring us to the dock to visit Las Islas Ballestras - islands about 8km off the Peruvian coast which are a haven for sea birds. Upon arrival at the dock we were brought to our boat, donned lifejackets and set off. Before we reached the main islands we were shown a massive symbol carved into the side of a hill and only visible from the water. It resembled a cactus and there are various theories relating to it's existence and why it was made. After taking photos etc we headed on towards the islands. At this stage we were warned to stay sitting down and to hold onto any hats we were wearing and it became obvious why soon after. The captain put the pedal to the metal so to speak and the two massive Yamaha 250 engines kicked into life and we flew out to the islands.

Here we were brought around in the boat (as nobody is allowed on the islands) and saw the multitude of sea birds flying around and nesting on the cliffs of the island. We also saw some sea lions and penguins which was nice but we really weren't as amazed as alot of people on the boat due to our time spent on the Galapagos Islands. We also saw the amount of guana on the island and we were informed that the Peruvian government collect it and sell it as a fertiliser. As a result, there are two people allowed on the island at any one time and these people work as guards to make sure the bird poo isn't robbed!!! After sailing around a bit and going through a couple of natural arches we headed back to shore, recing with various colonies of sea birds who were also heading back too. At the shore we had a bit of free time so we looked at the various stalls but they were nothing special.

After a while we hopped back on our bus and headed back to the hotel where we had another beautiful lunch poolside and stayed there for the afternoon. We played with the parrots, had a few drinks and some people climbed the massive sand dune behind the hotel. I went up a bit but gave up halfway and came back down to continue the banter with the others. We had a game of mafia before heading out for dinner and then to a bar where there were due to be salsa lessons. I ended up having a bit too much to drink so headed home before the salsa teacher turned up (which to be fair was well after midnight) and we had our laat sleep in the oasis village of Huacachino. We got up for a quick (poor) breakfast and packed our bags before meeting outside to hit the road to our next destination - Nazca.

All of us expected to be getting a bus as usual but what greeted us were 5 60's muscle cars which were going to bring us straight to our hotel for the day in Nazca. I slept most of the way and when we arrived we went for lunch before the optional excursion of a flight over the famous Nazca lines which everyone chose to do. The Nazca lines are various lines, shapes and depictions which were "drawn" on the desert floor hundreds of years ago and are only visible from the air. I say drawn but they were formed by removing the top layer of stones from the desert floor to expose the lighter soil below and due to the climactic conditions in the area, the lines still remain visible to this day. We got a bus transfer from our hotel to the airstrip where we paid the tax and waited for our plane to be ready.

A short while later we were greeted by our captain, went through "security" and then walked out on the runway to our 12 seater Cessna plane which was to take us over the desert to view the lines. Everyone had a window seat and the pilot did a figure of 8 flight over each of the lines and shapes we viewed so that people on both sides could see them. Some were quite difficult to see due to the angle of the sun and it was quite a bumby ride so alot of us were concentrating to ensure we didn't get sick. It was well worth the money to see the shapes like the monkey, the dog, the astronaut, the hummingbird and many others which were incredibly big and must have been quite an undertaking to construct. It was something both of us were looking forward to see ever since booking the tour and we were both delighted to have seen them. The pictures had quite a cartooney feel to them with the monkey having a really long curly tail for example. Back on terra firma we all got our stomachs to settle before lunch back at the hotel and then we headed off on our second archaeological trip of the day - Cauchilla Cemetary.

Cauchilla Cemetary is an Incan cemetary and the most important in the area, measuring 3km long and 1km wide. Unfortunately looters discovered the graves before archaeologists so alot of the mummies were just left out and damaged by the desert conditions. They have done a good job restoring the graves and we went around with our guide and looked at the various restorations. All the people were buried in the foetal position facing east where the sun rises so that they could go on to their next life after being buried. Alot of them were buried with ornaments and pottery which is what the looters took when they discovered the graves which were not hard to find as they were marked so distinctly. One mummy was discovered intact by archaeologists and this was on display inside a glass case indoors which was good to see - the skin, hair and findernails were still intact. After this tour we headed back to the hotel and relaxed for the rest of the afternoon before getting another night bus on towards Arequipa.

A Very Different Peru

Thankfully there were no snorers on this night bus but there was a rattling TV which was quite loud and kept all of us at the front of the bus awake for most of the journey. Nonetheless, we arrived safe and sound and got taxis to the hotel where we could check in. We did this, had an hours nap and then met up for breakfast. We were all starving and wanted cooked breakfasts which they didn't expect but they made them for us anyway - even going to the shops to get fresh ingredients as they had run out which was a really nice touch. Our tour leader explained to us that they are mountain folk and are alot more timid than the city people we had met and dealt with so far and it really seemed to be the case - they are incredibly friendly and humble but they seem somewhat uncomfortable in our presence. It's hard to describe but they are certainly different to the locals we have met so far on our trip.

With food in our bellies we met the outdoor tour operator for the area and were told about the hike Heidi recommended to us as preperation for the Inca Trail. All but one of us chose to do this the following day and we were told to be ready for 6.30 in the morning so we all took it easy for the day. We went for a walk as a group to the Plaza de Armas, around the local markets and the quite mental downtown. Here we split and did our individual things - we did a small bit of shopping, had a bit of a look around and headed back in the early afternoon to relax before dinner. We all went to an Italian place and once again they had no Lasagna even though it was on the menu - 2 strikes for me. We had a reasonable dinner and headed back to the hotel for an early night in preperation for the big day ahead.

Alarms went off at 6 and we met downstairs for breakfast before being collected in a minibus and heading off on a 2 and a half hour drive to the start of the hike. The start of the hike was in a National Park so we had to pay an entrance fee which we were told about yesterday and the scenery on the drive from there to the start of the hike was worth the price alone. We drove throught the base of a U-shaped valley carved by a moving galcier however number of years ago. On the floor were the most pristine blue lakes surrounded by cliffs and green vegetation which gave us a taster of the views we were to have on the hike and at "Laguna 69" which is where we were aiming to hike to today.

The start of the hike was on the same U-shaped valley floor and was quite gentle and allowed plenty of opportunity to take in the sights. We followed the path of a river upstream and crossed it after a while which is when the hike started to get a little challenging. We headed up towards a waterfall and then the grade increased quite dramatically. Some of the group struggled and even the assistance of cocoa tea didn't make it any easier for them. The group split in two with myself, Emer and Nathan up with the guide (well, Emer and Nathan anyway - I periodically fell behind taking photos as I do) and the other 4 falling behind. The trail was really obvious and we started to climb up and up so there was no fear of them getting lost. After climbing for a couple of hours we came out at a plateau at about 4,500 m altitude (having started at 3,100m) and saw lots of wild cows grazing on grass - a sight none of us expected us to see.

Now I have always heard about altitude and the effects it has on the body (less oxygen so harder to breathe etc.) but until you actually experience it you never really truly understand it. It can cause world beaters like Brazil to lose games to lowly Peru (similar to Spain losing to Cyprus) and has been used by athletes alot to increase their red blood cells. We had done similar hikes in America and not struggled to breathe or climb nearly as much as we were today and tougher parts were still to come. For the time being we got to walk across the flat terrain past some stunning lakes and we took a break for lunch and to allow the others to catch up. We sat down on some sharp grass (yes, seriously) and rehydrated while the guide prepared lunch. He carried a little gas stove to brew more cocoa tea, cups, plates, cutlery and food for all 8 of us up the trail we were struggling with while barely breaking a sweat. The others caught up and we all tucked in while the wild cows came closer and closer eyeing up our plates.

With food eaten and settled we headed off again on the final leg up to "Laguna 69". Fairly quickly we split into our two groups again and we took on the climb up and over 4,700m which was very tough. Everyone had their moments where they thought that they couldn't go on but after short breaks we all edged closer and what greeted us was nothing short of spectacular. We arrived at a glacial lake surrounded by glaciers on 3 sides and with a 200m high waterfall falling into it. The water was crystal clear and dazzingly blue and as we sat there taking it in we could hear the glaciers cracking all around it as loud as thunder. The three of us took photos and group shots fearing the others wouldn't make it but as we were packing up to descend we saw them come over the hill muchto our delight. We all chilled out (literally) for a bit before descending and heading back to the bus to bring us to the hotel.

Everyone pretty much stayed together for the 2 hour descent and with absolutely shattered bodies we settled into our seats for the drive back as the sun set over the mountains. Back at the hotel we had showers and chicken and chips dinners before getting the same bus to the train station to get another night bus on to our new home for the next couple of days - Lima. Here the second leg of the trip was due to start and we were to get 8 new travel mates to increase the size of the group to 16. The night bus was quite comfortable and with no snorers or rattling TV's, shattered minds and bodies we both had a relatively good sleep as we journeyed towards Lima, the capital of Peru.

It was bright upon our arrival at the bus station where we got taxis and it was pretty obvious that this was unlike any other city we had been to in South America so far. First of all it was massive - really big main streets with multiple lanes of traffic. Secondly, they drove like lunatics - even by South American standards. The taxis brought us to the door of the hotel where the security guard let us in and once again we were able to check in early so we went up and had a nap before breakfast. After an average breakfast we went back to bed and didn't wake up until 2pm which was a welcome sleep in.

We (read I) had a few things I wanted to send home - namely wooden objects as the Aussies on the trip said we would have great difficulty importing them into Australia so we set out towards the Post Office which was conveniently marked on a map supplied by reception. We headed there wondering how we were going to pack all the objects so that they would safely make it to Ireland. Outside the post office was a market with nearly every stall selling envelopes - I walked up to the one nearest the main doors and mentioned a few choice Spanish words while holding the goods up and it all sort of happened after that. The goods were shown to the man behind the desk to verify them, they were wrapped in bubble wrap and then the market woman started sewing some fabric together and around the various items and soon enough I was back at the desk filling out a customs form, signing it with my fingerprint and sticking a copy of my passport on the package before bidding it farewell with some Peruvian Soles. With that done we grabbed some food, walked around the markets a little, headed to the supermarket before heading back to the hotel to meet our new group for the next leg of the trip.

The Puruvian Coast

We were due to be collected on the Peruvian side of the border and this bus was to bring us to our new destination. Being the only white people and the fact that we were all carrying massive rucksacks and were looking around like proper tourists the driver spotted us straight away. We loaded our bags onto the roof and got into the bus as he tied them down. We drove through the no mans land city on the Peruvian side of the river and stopped at immigration to get our passports stamped and fill in the immigarion slips. With all the paperwork sorted we headed on again towards Punta Sal, just outside the surfers paradise of Mancora, which is to be our destination for the next two nights. We made a short stop along the way to go to an ATM to get some Peruvian currency - Soles - and then settled in for the remaining hours to Punta Sal.

We checked in when we arrived and went to get some food. We got our first experience of Peruvian service when we went to a restaurant on the beach and were told that they aren't open for another hour or so. Our tour leader told us that it was because they didn't want to work. We ate in our hotel and had a couple of drinks while playing an assortment of games like pool/table football/cards before heading to bed for the night. The following day we had planned to have surf lessons but the weather was not playing it's part (there were no waves) so we just took it easy for the day. We went down to the beach, threw the disc, went for a stroll and pretty much just had a lazy afternoon. There was another group staying by the beach doing the same trip the other way so we got chatting to them and played some beach volleyball after lunch. During this time we saw some Humpback Whales breaching on the horizon which was nice.

Ruth, one of the girls in our group, was celebrating her birthday so we all met poolside in the afternoon and had some beers and banter. We had reservations at a steak restaurant in Mancora at 8 that evening but our taxi didn't show up for ages and we ended up being an hour and a half late. This kind of thing seems to be normal in Peru and the restaurant didn't bat an eyelid when we eventually did turn up. I had a 16 oz. steak which was absolutely massive and I only barely managed to finish. It was absolutely delicious though. Afterwards we went to a couple of bars and a beach niteclub and had a great old night. Peru is full of modified motorbikes which are used as taxis: a 125 with a covered seat welded on the back - very similar to a tuc-tuc. The remaining ones of us took a couple of these back to Punta Sal which took about an hour and was quite an experience. We stopped for petrol on the way out of Mancora but not at a petrol station - we pulled into some subarbs and the drivers gor a coke bottle of petrol each from some chap. After this we hit the road again and settled in for the long journey home. While going through a police checkpoint the chain on our "tuc-tuc" broke so the other driver brought the girls back and then came back for the rest of us and brought us home. When paying the price of the journey went up due to his taxi breaking and I refused to pay. There was a bit of a disagreement and I paid what was agreed back in Mancora and headed off to bed.

Funnily enough nobody got up for breakfast - it turned out we didn't get in until 6am after all the tuc-tuc shenanigans. We were due to meet Robbie back in Mancora at 12.30 to go for our postponed surf lesson. Naturally we were a bit late as people took a while to surface but eventually we got some more tuc-tuc and redlined them the whole way into Mancora. The night watchman told us that last nights drivers weren't happy with me and to watch out so I was a little worried but nearly all of that was erased once we arrived in Mancora. Even though we had agreed a price of 20 soles in Punta Sal the driver tried to charge us 30. They are all a pack of chancers!!! We met Robbie, got our gear for the day and loaded them onto the minibus that was bringing us to our beach. We thought we were good to go but the driver had to lift up his seat and hotwire the bus to get it started which was unexpected. After a few tries the engine roared (or spluttered) into life and we headed off to the beach.

When we got to the beach we headed down to the waters edge and went through a few things with Robbie and practiced getting onto the board on land. Robbie then brought us out on a longboard one at a time and helped us get up on a wave each so we could stand and enjoy it and then we were on our own. There were a few locals there who were very aggressive getting onto the few good waves so we all really struggled to get up and surf. We got up on a couple and tried to stand but our balance wasn't holding up it's end of the bargain so after getting thrown around a few times we got out and dried. We hopped back into the minibus and headed back to Mancora. We made a deal with the driver to bring us back to our hotel in Punta Sal so we didn't have to endure another tuc-tuc journey. During our volleyball game yesterday we made plans with the other group to have a BBQ on the beach but that never happened so we relaxed in our hotel for the evening and I watched the World Cup qualifier between Argentina and Brazil. Robbie turned up during the game and we chatted about stuff - including his time as a pro surfer when he lived in California. We were all feeling tired after the surfing and the previous nights excursions so an early night was had by pretty much all.

We had another optional excursion the following day which was to be our last in Mancora - fishing. I had never done it before so was quite excited about it. We got up early for breakfast which took ages to come - so much so that the captain for the day came up to find us and went to wait on the beach for us. After eating we went down to the beach and met up with our captain and took a rowboat out to our vessel for the day. None of us envisaged the boat or the tools we would be using but it turned out to be much more fun. The 7 of us were all on a small boat with a Yamaha outboard motor at the back and our "rods" were a block of ply with fishing line wrapped around it and a bit of reinforcemnet steel tied on as the weight. He drove us out to our fishing location for the day and after taking his bearings from a couple of landmarks on land he dropped the anchor and started preparing bait for us. As he did some Pelicans saw what was going on and came to join us. With bait ready he put them on our lines and we started fishing.

The first 15 or 20 minutes went quite slowly as nothing seemed to be happening and then one of the girls got really excited as she thought she had caught something. Our captain had only a few words of English and one of them was used to quell her excitement - rock. Her hook was snagged on a rock so we headed back to work. Pretty soon after we caught our first bit of lunch after many false hopes and then everyone got involved pretty soon after. Sometimes people thought they had something when they didn't but we got more used to the feeling as the morning went on. the water got a bit more choppy and we all started to feel the effects with a couple of the group getting sick. With about 20 fish caught (and some seabirds as they tried to rob the catch) we decided to head back to terra firma and out of the rocking. Back on land the captain took the catches and went to prepare them for us to eat for lunch. We went back to the hotel to pack and relax for the afternoon and the chef BBQ'd the fish for us (and some chicken for the non fish folk) and prepared a buffet style lunch for us. We all ate our fill and then some people went for lunch but we stayed and relaxed poolside for the afternoon. I headed down to the beach for the sunset to take some photos and then we all came back and had dinner before taking a taxi into Mancora to catch our nightbus to our next destination in this amazing continent - Huanchaco.

The journey didn't lend itself to a good nights sleep. Although the seats recline they were a little too short for me so I was a little cramped and the person right behind me snored like a pig the whole way which kept waking us up. Upon arrival at the bus terminal we got our bags and hopped into taxis to our hostel where our rooms were ready and we were able to check in straight away. We left in our bags and went down for breakfast which was really good. Afterwards we went for a stroll down the town which was right on the beach. This town is famous for the reed boats still used by the fisherman to go out for the day. We passed these lined up along the wall seperating the footpath from the road and continued down to the pier. Here we went our seperate ways and I went to enquire about surfing lessons before we headed back and relaxed for the rest of the morning after the poor nights sleep on the bus. We headed for lunch to a small little place we had noticed during our walk earlier. It was run by a couple and we had burgers which were quite good. We got chatting to the man and he was telling us all about the history of Peru on the pictures he had on the wall and after Emer had some Apple Pie we headed down to the beach to relax for the afternoon. Emer headed back to chat to people on Skype while I had a short snooze and took some photos there and on the way back. Emer was still chatting when I got back so I headed down to the beach with some others to watch the sunset. We relaxed and chatted on our terrace with some drinks for the evening and headed out to a BBQ place for dinner which was quite nice. I paid for it all with my card to get cash and the waitress did a little dance when she got the tip which was nice to see. We were all knackered after the night bus so headed back to bed.

The next day was a trip to a site we were both looking forward to after booking the trip - Chan Chan Mud City. As we had another night bus we had to pack our stuff and move all our bags into one room which we had for another night. After doing that we had breakfast and met our guide for the day as we took our Hiace taxi to the mud city. The city itself, in it's height, was about 20km2 and contained 9 citadels. We visited one of the citadels which is part original, part restored as El Nino comes and damages it every time the weather storm comes to town. The part we visited gave us a real feel for the place and we saw the main square, a reservoir, a cemetary and loads of walkways with really ornate wall decorations built out of, or etched into, mud walls. We were told that the city wasn't used for living but only celebrations and sacrifices which was mad due to the size of the place and the amount of work that went into it - all the people lived just outside each of the citadels. It was built and used between 800 and 1460 AD before the Inca's, and then the Spanish, came and looted the place. After seeing the sections open to the public and taking lots of photos we headed back to our taxi and headed onto the next location for the day - The Temple of the Moon just outside the town of Trujillo. Another mud structure, this one was built and used between 100 and 1200 AD and was only properly discovered in 1980.

Inside the temple we saw various colourful depictions of the Moon God built into the mud walls. As each leader changed the various sections were buried and a new structures and depictions built to signify the changing and the starting of a new chapter. Various walls were excavated and on display and were quite nice to see. We walked around and were quite impressed with the various sections but nothing prepared us for the north facing wall when we walked outside. Still being worked on by archaeologists, it is 7 stories high and had various graphical depictions on each level - dancers, warriors, monsters, snakes and various other things important to the people. All were built around the same time and would have been visible to all who came to celebrate there. There was a big ramp to one side and an altar at the top on level 7 and our guide told us that human sacrifices were made and their blood drunk. After standing in awe and taking some photos we headed back down to the waiting taxi where there was a small market. Some people bought stuff and then we headed off.

We had the option of being dropped into Trujillo on the way back which myself and Emer took. We walked around the Plaza de Armas which was surrounded by really colourful buildings and had a nice main square. We took some photos and then headed to go and get the bus - along the way we started to get a bit annoyed by all the taxi drivers beeping at us to see if we wanted them. We made it to the corner to get the bus and waited for the one with Huanchaco blazed on the front window. It was a crazy "bus" - another Hiace van with a load of seats welded in the back. At one stage we had 18 passengers, the driver and the conductor and it was nice and cozy at that stage. It emptied out a little as we left Trujillo and took it all the way to just outside our hostel. We chilled out for the afternoon, had dinner at the hostal and then got a taxi back into Trujillo with all our stuff where we boarded our nightbus to Huaraz.

Ecuador - The Final Leg

Leaving the jungle we caught a bus from right outside our jungle lodge. The bus conductor promised that he knew where we wanted to get off but unfortunately he woke us too late so we took the bus into the town called Banos and another back out to our home for the next 3 nights. We were greeted by the owner of Pequeno Paraiso, Rich, an ex-overland truck driver from Scotland who created the place with his French wife Bee. We were shown to our rooms and chilled out a little before receiving a briefing on the optional excursions available to us. Having come from the jungle none of us were interested in the excursions and instead chose to do a few hikes to waterfalls over the next couple of days. Bee cooked dinner for everyone and we had a few drinks after and a few of us went out for a bit. A mixture of buses not stopping and not being able to find a bar locally meant it was an earlier night than anticipated but fun none the less.

The following morning we got up for breakfast and afterwards headed on a hike to 5 waterfalls that was advertised to us as good practice for the Inca Trail due to the uphill sections of it. It had been raining so the trail was quite muddy. The first waterfall was non-existant but the second one was much better. I had a bit of a tummy bug so I stayed here and took some photos and headed back while the others went ahead. I spent so long taking photos that I ended up getting back to the hostal after the others as they got sick of walking through the mud and turned around. After a while we headed into the main town of Banos for lunch and to have a look around. We met up with Heidi, our tour leader, to go and get lunch and then we headed around the town on our own to have a look around. We went to the market, saw Guinea pigs being BBQ'd (a specialty here) and also went to the supermarket. I offered to cook a bolognese for the group for lunch and people were happy with that idea so we picked up supplies and headed back to the hostel. Bee again cooked dinner and we had it in front of a roaring log fire and then watched a film before bed.

The following day was the main hiking day for the group. In the morning we all headed off to visit Pailion del Diablo which is one of the top 10 waterfalls in the world. We walked to Rio Verde and headed downhill to the entrance for the waterfall. We paid our $1 entrance fee and went out to the 4 viewing platforms. I looked from one but was more interested in the tunnel through the rock which brought you to steps which led up to the waterfall and allowed you to stand behind the falling water. It was amazing to stand there and see the tons and tons of water falling every second. We then headed back and out onto the bridge downriver to see a wide view of the waterfall where we could appreciate it without getting soaked. When all the photos were taken we headed back to the hostel where we got to work on lunch. We worked as a team and cooked up a bolognese on an industrial cooker that went down really well with everyone which we were delighted with.

After lunch alot of people decided to take it easy and sit around the hostal for the afternoon but myself and Emer headed off to get the cable car across the valley and have a bit of a walk. It was a fair old distance to the cable car so we stood by the side of the road with our thumbs out and soon enough a pickup stopped. We hopped in the back and off we went - when we got to where we wanted to go we knocked on the roof, threw the driver a dollar and hopped out. The cable car was gas - it's gravity fed for the first section so you get into the basket which is open and only has a low gate to stop you falling out. They release the brake and the car heads over the valley quite quickly. In the middle of the sag of the cable you go forwards and backwards a bit before they engatge the motor and bring you over to the other side. We hopped out here and walked along the valley through fish farms, agricultural lands and past a few waterfalls. One of them had a rope which allowed you to climb down beside it to a lower level. Naturally I climbed down but Emer declined. I took some photos, admired the view and climbed back up before continuing along the valley to the other cable car. We found a swing chair which I also had a go of and then we got the cable car back across the valley, got another lift back in the pickup and chatted with the lazy heads before dinner.

After dinner we all headed to the hot baths in Banos which is what the town is named after. They pipe hot volcanic water in from the local volcano into various outdoor pools of differing temperatures. We chose the hottest one and got in - right beside it was a plunge poool which was really cold so we spent the next couple of hours getting in and out of the two which really got the blood flowing and eased aching muscles after the previous active week. We all hopped back into the back of the truck which brought us back via a quick stop the driver made to deliver some goods to a local shop on the way. Our tour leader told us that is how things happen out here as there are so few delivery trucks. We settled our tabs and packed for the early departure the following morning before heading off to bed.

The following morning we had an early breakfast and hopped in the back of the truck to go into Banos for the final time. Our next destination was to be our last in Ecuador - a town by the name of Cuenca which is famous as it is the place they make Panama Hats (more on this in a bit). The first bus was about two hours long and passed by a load of volcanoes so I spent the majority of this hanging out the window taking photos. We arrived in Rio Bamba exactly when our connecting bus was due to leave but they delayed it ten minutes to allow us go to the toilet and getsome snacks which was very much appreciated. This bus took about 6 hours and passed through a good few small towns whcih was nice as we got a good view of rural life in Ecuador along the way. Upon arrival at Cuenca we got taxis to the hotel and relaxed before having a briefing with Heidi. We then sought an internet cafe as the hotels internet was painfullly slow. We met up that evening and went for dinner as a group which was quite nice and then headed back for a good nights sleep.

The following morning brought a visit to the Panama hat factory in Cuenca. Despite the name of the hats, they are actually made in Ecuador - they used to be shipped out of Panama hence the confusion. We were shown around the factory and saw how they were made from receiving the fibres from the local farmers to shaping the hats and finishing off with the ribbon around the outer rim. A couple of the group bought hats and after that we split up and headed our seperate ways - we headed across the road to a local market which was great to see. There were vendors selling all kinds of meat, fruits and vegetables, flowers, juices and all kinds of things in between. We then headed to the internet cafe again to catchup on all our computer chores for the afternoon. We walked around the city a bit in the afternoon and saw some of the cathedrals and squares before heading back for showers and the meeting about Peru as we were crossing the border the following morning. We had mistakingly thrown out our immigration slip so we'll have to see what happens at the border. We headed out for dinner next door before retiring to our room for the night. We packed and I watched Match of the Day before heading off to sleep.

We had another early breakfast ahead of our long travel day and border crossing and caught taxis to the bus station. Our bus was to bring us to the immigration office on the Ecuador side of the international border and was about 4 and a half hours long. The office was about three miles from the actual border and there was a really built up area effectively in no mans land between the office and the physical border which is a river. Immigration turned out to be a piece of cake as the officer just gave us a new form to fill out and then we had our passport stamped with an exit stamp. The bus brought us right into the city in no mans land and we ended up walking the last few blocks to the bridge where we crossed into Peru.

In The Jungle Baby!!!

After loading our bags into the pickup we hopped into the back of another slightly modified pickup. I say slightly modified as it had some wooden benches, a roll cage and a tarp over the top which was really needed as it was bucketing down with rain as we left. We made the short journey along the road to the jungle lodge. We were told that the road we travelled didn't exist a year ago and was only built for the Ecuadorian president, much to the annoyance of the locals who opposed it. We arrived after our bags and lifted them off the truck and onto a metal basket on a rope system. The were lowered down to the actual lodge while we took the steps. The steps that we were going to grow to hate over the next few days. We were shown to our rooms which were very nice - they had locks which were a bit pointless as none of the windows had glass, only mosquito nets. We settled in and relaxed on the hammocks overlooking the river 100 or so metres below before dinner. Afterwards we played some cards and took it easy ahead of our first hike in the morning.

Alarms went off at 8 to get us up for breakfast and we met in the bar as a group before heading out on our hike. Alex was to be our leader and led us up the steps, across the road and down a steep trail for about 10 minutes where we met a river. Thankfully the river wasn't too full as we spent the majority of the trail hiking through it. It was an amazing hike filled with stunning scenery, massive spiders, frogs, bats and learned about the various uses for different plants in the jungle. We even had an opportunity to swing from the trees just like Tarzan which was great craic!!!To get back up to the lodge we had to do a bit of canyoning which was amazing. It involved squeezing through canyons, climbing up waterfalls and even doing a spiderman - imagine a narrow steep canyon with running water and you have to lean on your hands and feet and slowly edge your way up. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed the morning hike and we returned to the lodge soaked from the excursion so we grabbed showers before lunch and then chilled out.

The afternoon was our river ubing trip which was just as much fun as our morning excursion. We loaded the tubes and ourselves into two pickup trucks and headed on our merry ways. We were driven upriver a bit where we all unloaded. 4 tubes were tied together to create a "raft" and the other 5 created the other "raft". 4 of us and our captain boarded the smaller raft and we headed on our merry ways. The current took us downriver lazily at times and quicker in other parts. It was a really nice way to spend the afternoon after the morning hike and after a while we docked by some rocks. Here we strolled for a small distance to a small jungle village which was an absolute incredible experience.

The first sign of civilization we met was the local school. It was a very primitive building which only received electricity 6 months ago. As we approached the village there were little kids lining up for a race. They waited until we were on the "track" (it was a loose dirt path with rocks everywhere) and then the race kicked off. They ran in their bare feet between and around us and loved all the attention as we entered the village. In the main square there was a soccer game going on - it seemed to be quite a serious one as there was a big crowd of locals watching it in the shade. There were no nets on the posts, no grass on the pitch, the corner flags were branches and the ball wasn't completely round. Some players were even playing in their bare feet but it didn't stop them ploughing into tackles. Seeing how important it was to them and what they were completely satisfied with really showed us how lucky we were. We were invited into the house of the villages president which was another incredible and humbling experience.

We came in and sat down on the wooden benches around the wall. The house was built completely from split tree trunks as was pretty much all the furniture. We were in the main room which had a fire in one corner where the cooking takes place, the benches we were sitting on in another corner and alot of open space. There were kids coming and going the whole time we were there but we never met the president. The president and his wife (who we met briefly) had 16 kids and are now great grandparents. As a result they have tremondous respect in the community and they are pretty much responsible for the villages existince. We met the youngest daughter who offered us various foods and drinks as Alex explained all about the lives of the Quechuan people.

The daughter starting preparing Gussanos when we arrived which were grubs/worms that Alex had brought with them and are a main part of the peoples diet as meat is so hard to come by. She added salt to them and wrapped them with leaves and put them into the fire to cook for a while. She then brought us some tea which is put on every morning around 4am and stays over the fire for the day. It had quite a smokey taste but was quite good. Next we were given some Chica which takes on various forms depending how long it is left to ferment. First up wa the stuff that had only been prepared less that a week previously. It has quite a creamy and rootey texture. There was a big bucket of it so we dipped our fingers in and had a taste - it was quite sour to taste but it a very important part of their daily diet. Next we tried the drink which is drunk by everyone, yound and old, in the community. It had a similar sour taste but was not as strong as the first stuff. For big parties we were told that they will ferment it for months and make a strong liquor out of it and it also wards off prostate problems. The village was to celebrate it's anniversary in three days so Alex told us there was loads of it knocking around at the moment. The time came and the bugs were ready - the leaves were opened and they were placed in front of us. It being an adventure holiday I decided to go for it and had a bit. They were quite salty and very chewy but nowhere near as bad as I thought they would be. We had a quick look at the various bits of jewellery made by local children on display and some of us bought some before heading out and having a quick stroll around the village.

As with everything else we did in the village, the walk around was incredible. There was a new game of soccer starting and I walked to the other part of the pitch. There were small wooden houses dotted around the place with dried palm trees as roofs. Every house had a big garden where there were plenty of different fruits and vegetables growing. I got chatting (sort of anyway, the majority don't speak Spanish but Quechuan) to two old fellas sitting in the shade watching the match and shared a drink with them. The second the shot hit the back of my throat I knew it was the fermented drink we had been talking about. By the looks of them they reckoned the big party had started that morning. We walked back to the house where we spotted a parrot and a dog who were the best of buddies. It was gas to watch them interact and after that we had to head back to the tubes unfortunately. We took the tubes the rest of the way down the river to the bottom of our lodge and carried them up the 400 or so steps as the sun set over the mountains behind us. We relaxed for the evening on the hammocks and in the bar and chatted about the amazing day we just had.

The following day was no less exceptional. We arrived at the breakfast table as Alex was blowing the shell/horn over the valley to signify food was ready. We had food and then hopped in the jeeps for about half an hour up river again where be boarded a canoe for another, but altogether different, river journey. Myself and Emer boarded the back of the long thin canoe and once everyone else was on board the engine started up and we headed off. We were incredibly close to the water - you could reach out and touch the water no problem. Despite it being really rocky it was incredibly enjoyable and after a bit downriver we docked and went into a different small local village.

Here our guide, Alex, showed us the various traps the local people use to trap and kill animals to eat. We then had some tea prepared by a really young girl tending to a fire and we headed out into the sunshine to do what I had been looking forward to - fire a blowdart gun. Alex got the gun and the darts and showed us how it was done. We all had a few goes before we had to leave. On the way back to the canoe we found a shell hanging up which a few of us attempted to blow through to get the noise - some were more succesful than others. We hopped into the canoe and continued downriver to an animal rescue centre.

Here we were shown around by a German volunteer with really good English (unsurprisingly, I don't think I have ever met a German who couldn't speak English). She showed us around the various pens where animals have been taken from abusive owners (in the majority of cases) and housed in the sanctuary. Their intention is to release all the animals into the wild but it's just not possible with some as they are too used to humans or have never learned how to hunt. We then went to the gift shop where I was able to purchase a blowdart gun which I was very happy about. The Australians in the group pointed out that I will not be able to get it into the country so it is going to have to be sent home at some stage.

We went back to the canoes and travelled back upriver to where we started the trip. Going against the current was obviously slower but it was great to see how the locals interacted and used the river in theor daily lives. Back at the beginning we had some lunch before hopping into the jeeps and returning to the lodge for a lazy afternoon in the hammocks. Dinner, cards, sunsets and alot of music, chatting and joking brought the evening to an end. We were warned that we would need alot of energy for the following day's hike so we all heeded the warning and headed to bed at a decent hour.

And so it proved to be. We had breakfast a half an hour earlier and headed off in the back of the pickup for about 45 minutes. Upon arrival, we met our new guide for the day and headed into the jungle. The first part of the day was to involve hiking and climbing waterfalls which we were quite excited about. We walked downhill to a stream and paused for a while to have our faces painted with the natural paints the locals use in the jungle. We were all painted up, posed for photos and then started hiking through the stream (which was a river in places) to the first waterfall. We didn't actually climb the first waterfall as it was massive but we all took a quick shower under it and got well and truly soaked before climbing and scrambling up a rock face to the next waterfall, or set of waterfalls, which we certainly did climb.

Our guide climbed ahead and secured a rope for us and we climbed it one by one. It was really good and everyones wellies were full of water but everyone was smiling at the end of it. At the top we continued upstream a I fell a little behind taking photos of the running water but the dog always hung around to make sure I didn't injure myself or what not. We reached another waterfall where we all hopped under for another shower and took some photos. We relaxed a bit, had a small snack and began the hike back for lunch. It was a very strenuous hike through primary rainforest but both of us really enjoyed it. Along the way we stopped at a tree with a really thich trunk which the Quechuans use incase they get seperated. A person hits the trunk with a big branch and the resulting thud can be heard for miles. Depending on the number and frequency of blows, people can tell each other whether they are waiting for someone to come to them or they will go find someone.

Back at the start we were tired and hungry but were given a massive feed which was very welcome. We relaxed for a while before most of the group made the 45 minute walk to the lagoon for a swim. It was an easy walk on the local dirt road and was completely worth it. The river roars down and gets caught in a lagoon surrounded by rock faces. We jumped off and dove in, swam around a bit to ease our aching limbs and just enjoyed the afternoon and stunning location before heading back and getting the pick-up's back to the lodge. We had showers, dinner and chatted about the amazing day we all had before retitring to bed to rest our weary bodies.

The next day we had the option to go white water rafting which all of us but one chose to do (much like the lagoon yesterday). The rafting started along the road we took to the lagoon and after a bit of a safety talk we were kitted out and in the rafts. We practiced a few things in the slow moving river before taking on the first rapids. Myself and Emer got the front of the raft for the first section of the river which we were quite happy about - we were split into two boats as there were so many of us. We had the first faller in our raft - Ruth fell in during the second set of rapids but was rescued easily enough.

I, however, didn;t fare so well. After giving Ruth a bit of stick and laughing at her I promptly fell in not too long after. I got stuck under the boat for a few (it certainly felt alot longer) seconds before moving myself around to one of the sides. I din't open my eyes quick enough and missed them trying to save me so I had to grab onto the safety kayak and was reacquainted with my crew in the slow section. I fell in another couple of times and was taken out by my own crew on one occasion.

The rafting itself was amazing. Some of the rapids pushed on level 4, we did a bit of "surfing" where you row upstream into a section churning over a rock and you can sucked in for a bit as water pours into the boat, we went into a washing machine eddy and even got some air (the other boat attempted the same thing and only succeeded in flipping their raft). Ther was an awfual lot of banter between the two boats as well - people tried to steal oars, opposition boats were deflated, people hopped ships to try and push people out and there was even a time that our own crew were being pushed in as they tried to rescue each other. All in good nature and all hilarious!!! We stopped for lunch at the shore where some of us stood up rocks (if it doesn't make sense, have a look at what I created here) while food was being prepared. We had chicken wraps, cake, biscuits and loads of fresh fruit. There were some local kids looking after the rafts and when we were all full we gave them all the remaining food. It was amazing to see them all share it equally and the bigger kids made sure the smaller kids received their fair share too. A really nice touch. We continued downstream with the same shenanigans and arrived back at the nearest village to our lodge where we all had a beer or coke and then headed back to the lodge for showers and dinner. The girls went out dancing while the lads stayed and played poker - both felt they made the right choice the follwoing morning.

The following morning was our last in Shangra-La and there was a genuine sadness in the air as everyone had such an amazing time in the jungle. We packed our bags after breakfast and left them at the cage to be lifted up - I was a little late and left it beside the cage but it was never loaded. I had to run down and run back up the 200 or so steps with the bag on my back as I didn't want to be the late one who caused hassle with the bus. I was wrecked after it and then when the bus came some fella wouldn't get out of my seat which he had been told were booked when he boarded (we got the bus from right outside the lodge as it started in the local town and passed right by us). There was a bit of a scene but he ended up staying in the seat and got off about half an hour later - the bus was absolutly packed so Emer sat on my lap while he was still on the bus. We continued our bus journey southwards towards Banos.

Finally Leaving Quito - Making New Friends and Heading South

We arrived at the hotel specified bang on 6pm for the pre-departure meeting before our trip south out of Quito. When we arrived we discovered that the meeting had been moved to a hotel a few blocks away. We got directions and hurried off to our new destination and struggled to find the room the meeting was supposed to be in. We sat down, made our apologies and were relieved to find out we weren't last there. 3 more people were missing and only one of them showed up. We went through some paperwork and the plan for the first leg of the trip - our 56 day trip is broken into three legs: Quito to Lima, Lima to La Paz and La Paz to Santiago. There are 8 people on this leg, 16 on the second leg down to 10 for the final leg. We all introduced ourselves and we headed off after back to our hotel to relax for the evening.

The first day with the group was a free day in Quito so we used the free internet in the room as long as we could before leaving to move into the hotel booked for the group where the meeting was last night. Our plan was to go and visit the middle of the world monument in the afternoon but unfortunately washing clothes and other boring chores were required so we didn't have time. We met up as a group in the evening, had a brief meeting about the following day and then headed out for dinner to an Argentinian Steak House where we had a few drinks, really nice steaks and got to know the people we would be living with for the next few weeks. Most of us decided to head home after the meal as we were up early to go to Otavalo the following day but Ruth and Sharon persuaded Heidi, our tour leader, to go out with them.

The following morning we all met in reception bright and early to get breakfast and then get a bus north to Otavalo. Heidi looked quite tired and when the girls never showed up we discovered that they didn't get in until 6am and wouldn't be coming with us. It being a Sunday all the breakfast places were closed so we picked up some snacks and headed to the bus station.

Local buses in Ecuador that travel between cities are every bit as mental as the ones we had been taking in Quito for the past while. You can buy seats for an extra little cost or else take the chance and hope that there are some spare seats and as with the city buses you can board and leave the bus wherever you please. Thankfully, buses are included as part of the trip so we had assigned seats and took them before the bus embarked on it's 3 or so hour journey. We travelled through the mountains, tried not to look when the driver took on quite dangerous overtaking manouveres on blind corners - the method here seems to be to beep your horn a couple of times as you are overtaking and everything will be alright. As said, we still haven't seen any accidents so it's a system that seems to work.

We arrived in the town of Otavalo late in the morning and walked around a bit looking for the market. Heidi asked a couple of people who had conflicting opinions on where the market was but we eventually found it and split up for a couple of hours, agreeing a meeting spot so we could all go for lunch together. Myself and Emer headed off and were quite disappointed with it as we were expecting the best textile market in Ecuador as that is what we had been told it was and read about it. All we could find were meat stalls and counterfit DVD's. We bumped into Heidi who said that the part we were looking for was a few blocks away so we followed her and were delighted by what we found. The market took over a block and was full of amazingly colourful jumpers, trousers, hammocks, rugs, jewellery and all kinds of wooden artefacts. We had great fun buying some things and haggling with the various vendors - having the small bit of Spanish made it better and more interactive as you could have a bit of banter with them. The age old start to walk away trick was used a couple of times to great effect and we were completely satisfied with all the purchases and prices. After a while we had bought enough and headed back to our pre-arranged meeting spot to go for some food.

We got there a little early and as we were waiting a crowd of indigenous people started to form outside a government building on the same corner as we were waiting. I was very curious as to what was going on and suddenly a large fracas kicked off. Police were running around the place and loaded a couple of young people into a police jeep and sped off at distance as loads of people were throwing all manner of things at them like bread, sugar cane and anything they could get their hands on it seemed. We discovered that the two people who were brought away had been done so for their own safety - they shot an indigenous person during a robbery and when things like this happen they take justice into their own hands and often kill people like that. Heidi was quite uncomfortable with us being there as things like that can really kick off and we might get caught up in the middle of it. We headed off and found a really nice local place to have lunch. We both had chicken and rice and one of the little girls running around became very fond of Emer - they had a great little conversation and played with some toys before we had to head off again. Some of the girls were humming and hawing about buying a fleecey jacket and ended up going back and buying one each (including Emer). After this final purchase we all headed back to the bus terminal and took a bus back to Quito. We had dinner and took it easy for the evening before heading to bed.

The following morning we finally left Quito for the final time and headed south towards Tena which was our gateway to the jungle. We took taxis to the main bus station and got our tickets. Again we had booked seats which was completely necessary as it was a 6 hour journey and quite a busy route - there were constantly people standing the whole way along the route. We had the front block of seats and we chose the ones by the door for the extra legroom which didn't turn out to be as great as I expected. It was quite a narrow gap between my seat and the exit so loads of people were bashing into me as they got on and left but if that's the worst thing that happens on this trip I will be very happy. Also, we could see right out the front window which was interesting as this driver was also a bit of a lunatic - they hate braking or slowing down at all and will regularly take corners in the opposite lane to carry more speed through the corners. Also, buses are pretty much the fastest vehicles on the roads so are constantly overtaking but as most of the route was through the mountains it meant lots of dodgy overtaking manouveres. Once again though we arrived in one piece. The scenery along the route was stunning and we saw loads of amazing valleys, waterfalls and drops all around us.

Upon arrival in Tena we got two pickup taxis to take the 9 of us and large rucksacks to the office of the travel operator for the jungle trip. There were only 8 seats in the two of them so I offered to take a seat in the boot of the pickup which was quite a fun journey. We had a room to put all of our bags in and we went for lunch before we had a couple of hours before our meeting. We chose to go to a zoo island which was accessed over a really bouncy suspension bridge. It was a really good "zoo" as there were loads of animals wandering around freely and there were some really exotic animals in cages. We wandered around here a bit until we had to go back for our meeting. In the meeting we went through the itinerary for the following 5 night stay in the Shangra-La jungle lodge, were fitted with wellies and loaded our bags into a waterproof bag in a pickup and then headed to our home for the next 5 nights.

Bellavista Cloudforest

We finished the Spanish School on Monday afternoon and weren't due to be picked up until Wednesday morning so we were in the hotel for two nights. During this time we did some downloading (including Match of the Day!!!) and chilled out while getting errands done. Last time we were in room 705 which had free internet but that room was taken so we were across the hall in 706 - we had to leave the laptop right by the door and it was quite patchy and dropped alot. We watched some films in English, did some shopping and before we knew it it was Wednesday morning. A minibus collected us at 8.30 and picked up one more couple (an American couple from Seattle on their honeymoon) before making the two hour drive north out of Quito and into the rainforest. The final 12kms of the drive was on a dirt road and by the time we arrived we were all happy that the bumping and bouncing was over. We got out of the minibus and the first thing that we noticed was the incredible views of the valleys all around.

Our room wasn't ready when we arrived so we had to leave our bags in the office. We filled in some forms and were recommended an easy trail before lunch. As we were getting ready outside the office we noticed all the hummingbirds bombing around outside feeding from the various nectar pots dotted around the yard. We watched and took pictures of these for a bit before heading off on the short trail which was a bit steep but quite nice. Having never gone bird watching before we weren't exactly looking out for birds but it was a nice walk to get a feel for the cloud forest. About an hour or so later we were back at the reserve but unfortunately the people in our room still hadn't left so we couldn't have a shower before lunch. We went in and sat with our new American friends, James and Rebecca, for lunch.

After lunch we sat outside the office waiting for our room to be ready. Two British sisters were ambling around and settling their bill and doing anything but packing and it turned out later that it was them preventing us having a place to relax. We had our suspicions but it wasn't confirmed until after they left so we couldn't say something to them even though both of us really wanted to. We watched the hummingbirds for a while until they finally got their stuff out and let us unpack a bit and chill out for a while before going on the afternoon hike. This one was guide led and it was only the 3 of us who went on it (the other 1 being Rebecca as James had gone for a siesta). It was good because our gide had great knowledge of the various plants in the forest and was able to tell the various medicinal uses for them. One looked like clover and was a natural aspirin - eating 15-20 was the same as taking a tablet. They were quite citrusey to taste and were actually nice. We also got to do some birdwatching as she had binoculars which she shared with so we got to see some birds whose names I can't remember.

We got back and had showers before dinner. It was getting quite chilly as the clouds had come in so we left the heater on while we went in for dinner. It was a packed dining room in the dome for lunch but nearly everyone had left so there were only two tables set for dinner. Again we sat with James and Rebecca (as we did for the whole time we were there) and had a really nice dinner and chatted a good bit. They play Ultimate Frisbee in Seattle and know quite alot of the Seattle Sockeye players who lost in the final of the World Championships to Canada last year. After dinner and a good long chat we headed off to bed in preperation for the early start in the morning.

Alot of people come to Bellavista to go bird watching so we decided to dive in and go for it. The alarm had us up at 6am and we joined the other lunatics out in the yard. The lights that are left on all night attract loads and loads of moths and the birds of the area know this so they hang around and have their breakfast. We strolled around with the guide and saw a good few birds feeding which was enjoyable. As we were walking around the dome (which is where we eat and has a lot of glass) a hummingbird flew into the glass and knocked itself out. As I was taking a photo of it it woke up and flew away. This happened at hummingbird pace and gave me quite a fright. As I mentioned we saw a good few birds but I don't know the names of them so have a look at them here, here and here.

After the walk we had breakfast with our new friends and got ready for the morning hike. There were an awful lot of daytrippers down from Quito so there were two seperate hikes, both of them to waterfalls. One was an easier walk to a smaller waterfall and the second was a tougher hike to a waterfall further away which involved walking through a river and climbing and scrambling over rocks using ropes and ladders. The older people in the group ran straight for the easier hike but both of us were happy to do the tougher hike to the better waterfall. We set off with the day trippers in tow and almost immediately we were climbing quite a steep hill through a bamboo forest. After a while we finished with the uphill and the trail started downhill slightly. We came out of the bammboo section of forest and joined the local dirt road for a short distance until we reached the trail that would bring us all the way down to the river. This trail descended through dense secondary forest all the way to the river but we stopped a few times - once to look at some parrots in the trees and a few times to learn about the medicinal uses of various plants and trees in the forest.

When we reached the river the fun really began and the wellies we were wearing instead of hiking boots made perfect sense. It was more like a stream as the water wasn't very deep but if it was any higher in some sections it definitely would have gotten into our boots. I ended up at the back as I stopped to take photos and as I did I fell further behind as I was waiting for people to get out of shot. Everyone was waiting for me at the first of the rope sections by a waterfall about 4 or 5 metres high. To the right of the waterfall was a ladder and then a rope at the top which we used to climb up the rock and then scramble across before continuing up river. We met some more small fast water flows and had another rope section to climb a rock face before reaching the end of the hike - the waterfall. It really was a hidden waterfall and was quite beautiful. It was about 10 metres high and fell into it's own little pool before flowing off. We hiked in our swimming gear so we got out of our boots and climbed under which nobody else did. The water was really cold and it was quite difficult to breathe when you were under it but it was incredibly refreshing and felt great afterwards - especially after the long hike. We took some photos and then dried off slightly before hiking back for lunch. We continued on our trail which turned steeply uphill right by the waterfall through the secondary forest. By the time we reached the local dirt road it was close to lunchtime so we continued along the road instead of taking a trail back which I think everyone was happy about.

Back at lunch we chatted with our American friends and told them about the waterfall which they got quite interested about. We showed them the route and told them to go for it as it was well worth it - they decided to go for a nap after the really early start this morning and missed out on the hike so did it themselves after lunch. Our early start and long morning hike caught up with us after lunch so we decided to relax for the afternoon - Emer napped and I did some computer and photo stuff until it turned dark and it was time for dinner. All the day trippers had gone back to Quito so we had another peaceful dinner before having a game of cards and heading off to bed after a long day.

We skipped the early morning hike to save energy for our final activity before leaving the cloudforest - ziplining. We were collected about an hour after breakfast so we packed before that and left all our stuff in the office before getting our lift to Mindo, the town where the ziplining takes place. Our lift was in an old Chevy Pickup with over 300,000 on the clock. Our driver had absolutely no English but our class combined with a few hand signals and poor grammer on our part meant we could hold some short conversations which was great. The drive took over 45 minutes, the majority of which was on dirt roads. We even stopped along the way to collect a family and bring them into Mindo on our way - they sat in the back of the pickup the whole way. The last section to Mindo was on tarmacadam but once in Mindo we rejoined a dirt road and continued uphill, over some dodgy looking bridges to the centre.

When we arrived there was a family of 4 and a Korean girl being fitted with harnesses. We got ours and then they gave us helmets - it took a few attempts to get one to fit my massive head but once they went in to get the special massive one we were good to go. We went up the wooden stairs right beside us, went through some safety stuff and then got ready to go. The 2 young kids of the family could not get over how tall myself and Emer are which was quite a novelty - they all had to be lifted or needed to jump to get attached to the wire but I could do it standing and EMer on her tippy toes. The ziplining itself was incredible - the wire spanned across the valley and back and were always above the canopy of the cloudforest so when you were pushed out you had an incredible view all around and below of the valleys and the top of the trees. Some of the lines were a few hundred metres long and were sometimes over 100 metres or more above the top of the canopy. The last one in particular was incredibly high and gave a stunning view of te town below and the surrounding mountains. Pretty much each line required an uphill walk to reach the beginning of the next line as you finished exactly where you started so we were quite warm by the end of it. Our driver was ready for us when we were finished and brought us back for lunch after an incredibly fun morning.

Back at the lodge we had our final meal and chilled out a bit before getting our minibus back to Quito with the American honeymooners. We got back into Quito around 5 in the evening and had showers and a quick bite to eat before heading to the hostel for our pre-departure meeting for the final leg of this wonderful adventure - the 56 day local transport tour south to Santiago in Chile.