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Beware the Bearded One Update: 5 |
After spending some time here, we've really settled in. Quito is actually a fantastic city and we both feel pretty safe. On Wednesday night there was a Jazz festival in the Plaza outside the the Teatro Sucre. Fantastic tunes for free. You don't find that often in the West! On Wednesday night, Tam befriended our neighbour (well actually he interrupted her Spanish homework time) a forty-something bearded Californian archaeologist called Bruce travelling on his own. On Thursday night, I learnt never to trust a forty-something bearded Californian archaeologist called Bruce travelling on his own... especially if he brings out a bottle of vodka at 5.30pm. Let me just say that nursing a hangover during a Spanish class in a smog-ridden, noise-polluted manic city at 3,000m is about as much fun as having your teeth cleaned with an angle-grinder. I've been trying to avoid Bruce all day, but I think he sees me coming because I can't get back to our room without passing him sitting outside our adjacent doors, fag in hand and an evil spark in his eye. We've just been out for supper and as we left, he tried to force a beer down my throat for "medicinal purposes". We've talked him into joining us in the Galapagos Islands at the end of next week which he readily accepted. I might have to call in sick. Anyway, tomorrow Tam and I are going cycling Leesie-style. Tam likes the exercise you get while peddling around. I try and live by the mantra "Minimum effort, maximum output", so you can imagine my enthusiasm for this weekend's activities: they put the bikes on the roof of the Land Rover and drive us to the top of Cotopaxi (a live volcano) and then let us loose for the downhill. I'll let you know how it goes. Some things I've observed here:
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| This page was added on 23 June 2006 |