The pearl of the South...
We may or may not have spent half the 7 hours pretending to be from Indiana Jones or the Sound Music.
Bonnie and I stayed with the lovely Ismelda and her family for several days. (One son named Vladimir, and one granddaughter named Alanis, after the singer)
We trekked 7 hours through the Irish-esque moors of Parque Nacional de Cajas, worrying we were on the wrong trail 50% of the time, but basking in the isolated wilderness without signs of other gringos or noises from traffic.
Serenity.
We may or may not have spent half the 7 hours pretending to be from Indiana Jones or the Sound Music.
Today we went with Ismelda's archaeologist husband to Ingapirka, a site of Inka ruins in Ecuador (smaller than Machu Picchu, but supposedly the Inka king lived there once). He was totally Indiana Jones. He even brought us to a museum to see tzanzas, REAL shrunken heads.
Amazing.
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