So, another night bus. This time back to Quito and for some unknown reason it was two hours quicker than going the other way. Consequently, we arrived back in good ol' Quito at 4am in a dodgy area of town where we got a cab to our - thankfully prebooked - hostel in the 'old town' district. We very tentively rang the bell.
So, not a great welcome back to Quito from our most enjoyable time in Manta; but nothing like being dragged back to reality. By this stage we only had a few days left in Ecuador before we headed off to Peru and with our Lonely Planet bible in hand we had things to do, places to go, people to see... so we booked out of our hostel for a night and headed off to Otavalo where we had heard the markets were amazing. They weren't wrong.
Back in Quito we headed out for our evening meal which we'd found a couple of nights earlier. It was a local place where only locals go (actually full of police). It was like walking into someones front room with a kitchen in it, we looked around to see what other people were eating and decided on two balls of somethings: one meat, one cheese. Then we had some skewers of chicken, veg and rice, so nice to experience the food and it was good, very cheap and thankfully didn't make us ill.
|"I'm an auntie... again!"|
So for the final time getting on a bus to Quito, before getting our plane out to Lima the following morning, we had enjoyed Ecuador, our first taste of South America, we didn't enjoy the feeling of constantly being on your guard, and not trusting anyone and the feeling that we we're always about to be ripped off. But as we travel more we'll become alot more street wise on our journey. Next stop Peru.