And Relax

We got an afternoon flight to Quito. On arrival I went to the hotel shuttle bus to book us seats for the one hour journey into the city. It must have been a quiet day as the driver decided to set off with just us as his only passengers. Half way there he drew into the side of the motorway, leapt out and raised the bonnet and then started to make phone calls. He then showed us a red light that had come on, and under the bonnet the radiator which was steaming. We could not speak each other's language. He disappeared off further still phoning. Meanwhile a random unauthorised taxi arrived and tried to persuade us in - but we'd heard enough of the rough dealings of taxis to stay put. Eventually a black car arrived, with two men in the front, and we were told to get in. Off we went again, and eventually drew up at a very smart hotel - not ours - and the front passenger got out, telling us in perfect English that it would take 10 minutes to our hotel. Only then did I see by the jacket over his arm he was an airline pilot. We were set down at our hotel with no further excitement.

We treated ourselves to a Pisco Sour, last tried on a cattle boat as we travelled up the Chilean fjords.

Time to explore more of Quito tomorrow, and hopefully have a FaceTime date with #3 daughter.

The mozzie bites are driving us to distraction.