![]() ![]() The waves were perfect for a perpetual beginner like me, and Viviana was able to get a one-on-one lesson that got her hooked immediately. ![]() Finally we crossed the border and my spirits improved when we hit the coastal town of Máncora for some surfing and ceviche. ![]() ![]() We spent 2 nights there recovering and listening to the horrendous sounds of the local festival, where about 30 drunken adults pack into a little play locomotive for children and scream while the latest reggaeton masterpieces are played on the trains loudspeakers. My streak of good health continued when I found myself with a fever and horrible stomach ache in the deservingly unheard of border town of Huaquillas. We popped out onto the road late in the afternoon and hitchhiked back to Cuenca, fully aware that we were behind schedule and needed to make haste to Perú. After an evening of pain followed by a night of blissful pain-killer induced sleep we continued on, and the trip once again became beautiful and serene as we hiked passed Incan ruins and wild llamas on our way through the canyon. Luckily I caught myself with the fingernail of my right index finger, tearing it about halfway off and cutting up the neighboring digits in the process. Unfortunately my luck turned out to be complete crap, because after catching my only fish (a whopping 4¨) I slipped trying to release the creature and nearly fell in. The trail wound past a plethora of lakes and I was able to stop and try my luck with some trout fishing at a few. The park was incredible and we had nearly the whole place to ourselves, passing only two other hikers during our 3 day, 2 night backpacking trip. We packed up again and caught the bus out to Parque Nacional Las Cajas outside the town of Cuenca, a little visited Andean reserve cluttered with small lakes and streams. Mannerisms from the monkeys, and really weren´t quite ready for civilization. While coming up with a backup plan we came to the conclusion that we had picked up too many habits and Unfortunately it was out of service, as we have found about 30% of all businesses, services, and copy machines to be in South America. After leaving our monkey-world we headed on down to Riobamba to take the infamous ´Nariz del Diablo´ train ride that winds down steep switchbacks into southern Ecuador. ![]()
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