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from Cuenca

SOMETHING TO LATE am I arrived here in the supposedly most beautiful city in Ecuador: The journey had just taken a while. Two hours from Quito to Cayambe, an hour north of the city the same in the south and then proud ten hours from the bus station Quitumbe to Cuenca, the removal is likely estimate, amount to little more than four hundred kilometers.

took the journey from Quito I exciting, I had traveled in the south of Ecuador but never before. From Riobamba, located squarely in the center of the country we drove through lush green valleys, past abandoned (?) Railway tracks and pastures where cattle and sheep grazing in particular. Later, at dusk, it was very foggy and I could not more of the landscape, which flew in front of the fogged windows to see.

Cuenca reached the bus with about two Hours late (unusual for buses!) At night around eleven clock. And soon I had a fear, perhaps to have difficulties in finding a free easy to bed in a hostel: The streets were full of people dressed up and it seemed that many tourists were on their way! On the sixth of January, the día de los santos inocentes , parades are held in Cuenca, which should resemble the carnival parades in Germany. But mitzubekommen to the spectacle, I was too late. Fortunately, should prove to the search for a place to stay for the night as a very simple, and so I ended up at the hostel, which I have to go before my arrival eye had taken.

The next day I had time, a little walk through Cuenca. The banks of the beautiful views offered Tomebamba green spaces, and on any villas and the old town made a very beautiful, very European feel. English and later French Jesuits have create a beautiful town! Impressively, the great new cathedral was with her brick masonry and the blue domes - the interior disappointed, however. The central plaza was nice and offered seating and rest, to rest a month. Spectacular: Numerous speakers in the trees was heard elevator music at its finest ... Was it really Ecuador?

After buying my bus tickets to Piura, where I arrive on Friday morning and just eat it fresh seafood, I moved into the Internet cafe where the moment I am sitting still: The finally onset of rain thwarted my bill - I had made a couple of hours relaxing reading among speakers of the plaza ...

now is still outstanding dinner before I'm going to slowly but surely making their way to the bus station! Ten hours on the bus: It sounds exhausting. But I can not say that I have no desire to come to Peru!