I woke this morning around nine o'clock. I had another one of those great breakfast this morning. Lots of fruit covered with yogurt and granola. I found out that they serve, by default to Americans, a weaker, American style coffee. Well, I'll have none of that! I ordered instead standard ecuadorian coffee, best coffee I've had in a great while.
I started out trying to remedy the damn credit card thing, which after speaking with Kelly, Jason, numerous emails and finally the bank itself, I set out for a short day to walk the streets and try to find the "South American explorers Club, at 311 Jorje Washington.
I have no clue as how they number addresses in this city. When you look at what appears to be addresses, they're posted on all buildings, they appear something like 12-47-175. But there's no relation to an address which should flow sequentially along a given street. Even the locals don't seem to know how it works. While I was standing on "Jorje Washington" ave., I would ask people where 311 is and they'd take me up and down the street looking themselves, always to no avail.
To make a long story short, I found it, with no address posted at all. Makes you wonder how the hell they get mail delivered in this city. THE PLACE WAS CLOSED! Must be some sort of multiple-day holiday. Oh well I'll try again Monday. I want to buy some maps and get some advice as what's the best way to get down to Chile.
Along the way, I walked through several parks. Several were having art displays by local artists. If it wasn't so early in my trip, I'd definitely bought a couple of pieces. I love Ecuadorian art; abstract and very colorful, involving local history and culture. Maybe on the way out.
So I made my way home, having solved my credit card problem. Couldn't have done it without the help of Kelly running groundwork in San diego.
On the way back, I stopped at a little hole in the wall and had some shrimp soup and a beer, they serves popcorn mixed with fried plantains. Doesn't sound good but it was delicious. The soup had more shrimp than broth mixed with sliced onions an other things. Great lunch. $3.50. There's no sales tax here either, so what you buy is what you pay.
I've taken several pictures of my happenings since I've been here but I must have left behind the USB cable. I'll try and purchase one tomorrow at El Centro in the north of Mariscal.
So tonight when I arrived home, I simply organized my things in my room, then bought me one of those $1.00 600ml beers and went to the terrace and read some more of the book that Frank Rogers gave me. I did this lying in a hammock on the terrace at the top of the building.
Obviously, the ended up leading to a nice nap. Very peaceful with a beautiful view of Quito and the mountains. The dogs down below woke me up to a new hunger that I intend to address when I finish this blog entry, which is just about now.