I don't know how, I just know I did the awful deed: I deleted at least a hundred pictures from the last week.
So here's what happened:
We spent our last day in Quito pretending to be Quasi Moto in the spriraling towers of the Basilica, where we climbed ladders and insecure staircases all in the hope of an even better view of town.
Bonnie and I bused south to Papallacta (once again, thank you Steve Hanson for the recommendation) where we paid $7 to enter a hotel and soak in their natural hot spring fed pools for hours on end, delighting in the vacancy of the middle of the week and the lovely green mountains surrounding the town. It was beautiful.
We proceeded to the sweltering hot jungle town of Tena where we stayed at an angry German's hostel (he was just a little stand-offish, actually, but we locked ourselves out of the room one night and there were no other keys that worked, so he bust open the door while clad only in a red t-shirt and whitey tighties. Buen aproveche).
We spent our days checking out Rio Napo (a tributary to the Amazon) in tiny jungle town Misahualli and getting pick-pocketed by monkeys in the town plaza (yes, he stole 50 cents and my baseball cap, although all was returned and he tried on my hat only once) and also swimming in the river with the local kids to cool off from the heat. We bought cheap tubes at the grocery store.
The most amazing part: local fisherman caught an 80+ pound catfish, and I take off my hat to Park Rapids High School student Travis who talked my ear off one day while substituting all about giant catfish. You were right.
I'll find some of Bonnie's pics eventually to show you, but I just seem to be technology illiterate more than ever these days...
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