rappin some beats in a high andean town in ecudor

Thirty hours of sitting in the last two back seats in the bus. The motor is right under your ass and your wedges in a child like seat right next to the bus bathroom, smelling whatever anyone had for dinner, while trying to shut your eyes, fighting off the claustrophobia of the high-chair size seat your sitting in.

Waking up, to your bus, hugging the side of high elevation andean mountains, looking through the window to see snow-caped peaks and a 1000 ft. drop off the side of the road.

The windows fog up, the glass is icy, and all that is in one"s sight are the high elevation, Andean vilages lining the bottom of snow-caped mountains.

Braided black ponet-tails shoot out from under black wool, Sherlock Holmes style detective hats, while thick wooled black panchos cover their leathered skin.

Children grin, bright-eyed and cheerful for a simple smile shot their way.

With it"s opening icy chills, dry air, and the intriguing aura of genuity, carried out by generations of andean peoples, Ecuador truly is the land of enchantment.

written by

kipmaddog on August 23, 2009 from Otavalo, Ecuador

from the travel blog: adventures from down south

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