We established quickly that she spoke only French and Spanish with very limited English so I started to pull upon my French reserves from 7 years ago. Of course, all that I could initially think of was "Je voudrais vous donner mon opinion sur les vetements" (please excuse any spelling errors here). Stupid bloody French lessons. Eventually some useful phrases came back to me and we could communicate a little.
She was a pleasant woman and Gabrielle was as charming as 1 year old can be. It was only one piece of bread he hurled at me and he only nearly spilled that drink over my trousers, and I'm sure finding great interest in the buttons of my shirt after having drooled thoroughly over his hands was a sign of affection. It wasn't really so bad, but it was not restful.
We arrived in Quito on time and I immediately noted how much it must suck to live in the houses which are right next to the runway. The next thing of note was that the drivers in Ecuador appear to have learned only one thing in their lessons. The emergency stop.
It is insane. Indicating is for lesser beings, hence the need for the emergency stop. They just go for it horns blaring and to hell with whoever else happens to be there. This seems even more ridiculous when the vehicle next to me in the car park was a truck with a wooden box on the back filled with garden chairs that a family seemed to have occupied.
I arrived at The Secret Garden alive, though, and it is a nice place. I got my room, met the people I was sharing with and then went to the roof for some food. My camera completely fails to capture how spectacular the view is from up there, but I'll post a photo anyway.
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