It was midnight by the time we got to our room. The 45 minute taxi cab ride had us blind to the distance but the roadways were clean and wide.
It’s the edge of the rainy season and the clouds obscure the surrounding volcanoes.
Quito sits on the eastern slopes of an active – yes active – volcano named Pichincha. The latest eruption was in 1999. Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
On the way we passed the burned out government building and site of a Molotov cocktail barrage from the protests just a week before.
The downtown architecture is magnificent. Intricate details, soft colors and wrought iron balconies are reminiscent of Spain.
There’s a method to our madness…
Bill and I discovered these fino and superfino sombreros in Waikiki, Hawaii 23 years ago. In awe of their buttery but shocked by the prices we vowed to fly to Ecuador one day, buy a hat and save money!!! Right….
I set out to buy a Montecristi and that I did.
Off to higher places…
We’re gluttons for punishment.
Here are photos from Quito: