Santiago – Chile Capital City – Final 3 Days                                       30^th April 2019

The Gala Hotel in Vina Del Mar provided a great room, bed, pillows and the best of hot showers so it enabled a great catchup in us becoming ‘normal’ once again. Unfortunately, we had to source each breakfast and other meals externally, as the reviews stated the food service in the restaurant was a little below average but not the pricing. We checked out easily after an external brekky and packing and Reception was very amicably providing a taxi to take us to the bus terminal for the return journey to Santiago. I can’t mark down the reception staff with their warm welcoming and smiles throughout our stay and the willingness to carry our bags.

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The taxi driver was very polite and really should be a limo driver such as his demeaner and professionalism and taking us to the best alignment for entering the bus terminal although I knew his 4,000pesos was on the high scale. Knowing the ropes now we obtain our bus tickets for 3,000pesos each, back to Santiago and within about 15mins we are well on our way.

The bus ride back was uneventful and not much to see but somehow it seemed quicker to when we came to a builtup area and quite a few people alighted in a thunderous escape out onto a street area. There are no signs visible, no intercom on the bus now anyone speaking English. I asked Scott is he aware of anything but he’s as knowledgeable as his Dad at the moment. The bus pulls out into the traffic and with a whiplash movement I glance back to see the smallest of sign stating ‘Las Rejas’. Holy crap!!! That was our bus station to link up to the subway train into Santiago. Where did the 1hr 45mins travel time go?

With anxiety in play we crossed our fingers to when we come to the next stop hoping there is a train link with it. We travel about 3klms down several roads and finally the bus stops along a street with some people alighting so we alight, show our bag tickets and gain our compass again. We follow the local crowd seemingly entering a communal building and then a sign appears for the bus terminal. We walk through the building to the other end, passing the miniature retail shops and news-stands, etc and literally ‘fall out’ to a railway section entrance with a ticket booth and a sigh of relief. Knowing our station stop we buy our tickets for 1,500pesos each and make our way down the stairs to the platform.

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With the 30mins train trip completed we alight up the high stairs of Universidad Catolica train station, allowing for our 3 blocks of walking back along the main street, AV. Andres Bello, to our Crowne Plaza hotel to another warm Reception welcome. Checking in was far easier being a client a week earlier and we unpack and headed down to the resident Starbucks for a well-earned coffee and morning brunch. Howard, an extremely helpful and English-speaking Crowne Plaza reception staffer we met last week was now at the desk and greeted us warmly again after our coffee. He advised us Santiago will be different tomorrow with the public celebrating their Labour Day where streets will be filled with marchers and political agendas and it would be wise to stay at the hotel or to keep well away. With this in mind it would be prudent to see the city sights today so we research the city map to see what can be done with the hours left.

We turn right from the hotel (heading East) and just before the new area of skyscrapers adjacent to Baquedano train station, we head North across a central type park, Parque Forestal, between major roadways we had seen last week in a rush. We take more time to view the amazing and well detailed statue mounted centrally and amusingly, note the pigeon taking the supreme position by standing on the man’s head looking down at passers-by. There are many statues to view from sea gods, politicians, founders and war heroes to name a few, all with great detail and in prime view of the bustling city dwellers.

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After walking about 2klms from the hotel we pass busy streets and a major university area, numerous bars and restaurants to an enormous park (Metropolitan Park) with the Hill of San Cristobal (863m above sea level) fitted with a very steep at 45° Funicular train (1925) to a church monument on a city hilltop and a platform for city viewing. Following the tourist crowd, we purchase all the required tickets we wish to undertake. There are zoned sections and an attached gondola ride of 3klms where you can take it one-way or return back on the loop. We chose the loop at 9,400pesos for the both of us.

It is a bit of a wait for the funicular considering the volume of tourists present. There is a strict procedure where two workers unlock, close the security gates and each car gate, plus the tourists do take their time walking the steep stairs to gain access to their funicular car. Some can’t even make up their mind which part of the funicular they wish to partake in when workers ask them to step into the car! So frustrating … steady Brian, you’re on vacation and not on a deadline.

Finally, we get our chance … we go to the top cars seeing we can scale the stairs a lot better than most leaving the bottom cars for the less mobile tourists. It is quite a ride and long in length (500m @ 45°) and even a side shuttle track where we stop mid-way for about 2mins and this allows for the other funicular to venture down to the bottom before returning to the main track. I have never seen this sort of engineering before on a funicular. From the side shift you get a view back down to the bottom where it is eye opening to the steepness below.

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Arriving at the top station we can hear church music but we must walk up to even higher ground in a winding pathway to see the church, statue of Virgin of Lourdes (Mary) at 14m high on top of a pedestal of 8.3mtrs simulating the Virgin Mary in Lourdes, France. There is a plaque commemorating the blessing from Pope John Paul11 when he visited and blessed Santiago in 1987.

We walk around the viewing platform, noticing the small market tourist shops selling mainly souvenirs and then the enormous city scape of Santiago and its ugly smog line hovering over the city which discards the brilliant view otherwise. Unfortunately, the view is about 200° so the ‘back’ of the city area is hidden. You have to have a keen eye to find the directional signage towards the gondola entrance so we had a bit of a treasure hunt to find it.

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The gondola (cable car) was inaugurated in 1980 but had some severe mechanical failures in 2009 and thereby closed. It was finally recommissioned on 24^th November, 2016. The route seems to bisect the Metropolitan Park where it is located between 4 communes (neighbourhoods) and is approx. 737 hectares in size, making it the largest urban park in Latin America and 4^th largest in the world. There are some stations along the way but with being time limited we stay within the car and do the return loop. It seems to take 20mins one way so there’s plenty of time to see the varying city scapes of neighbourhoods and mini CBD areas. It was pleasing to note the tourists in the other cars providing the occasional smiles and waves of greetings. I think Scott & I stand out from the crowd as well.

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Arriving back on the Hill of San Cristobal we wander around the pathways and guessing on the signage we finally find the funicular entrance and do the return journey. This time we venture the entire length without stopping. At the foot of the hill we notice the louder bustling noise of the University closing and the numerous night life bars and restaurants gearing up for the after work and night trade. Some are looking a bit dodgy though and I believe you must have your wits entering these bar areas.

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Seeing nothing that catches our eyes, food wise, we saunter back towards the hotel and revisit the little pizza café from last week (Pizzeria Bella Italia) where we enjoyed 2 vegetarian pizzas with fresh juices (8,200pesos or $13AUD) before returning to the hotel.

We seek out the pool area and gymnasium for tomorrow’s lazy day before we adjourn to our room where we had the TV on but more into today’s review, facebook, book reading and music plus Youtube hilarious banter between the Rock and Kevin Hart. Scott & I had tears of laughter from these two gooses. I told Scott all todays transport from the taxi, bus, train, funicular and gondola rides for $47AUD all up for the both of us. A lot cheaper than Australia and all running magnificently.

1^st May 2019

Another perfect sleep in a bit of luxury, albeit awoken on the 13^th floor by the sounds of a loud hailer and beating drums coming from the main street below. Obviously, the Labour Day march is on early and with a huge following.

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Knowing the street parameters today, we took the option of eating a Starbucks brekky. I was alone on the roof swimming pool and most of the area was in full sun so I can say it was bloody hot outside of the water. I really wasn’t alone as a strapping swimmer was with me (building wall had giant tinted glass panels acting like mirrors in the sun). It was a bit unnerving to see yourself in full view and being totally alone. Scott was sweating in the gym for some 2 hours. The pool area, being a holiday there were no towels or staff present so I sun baked quickly on the pool surrounding stone pavement and within a few minutes my boardshorts were dry enough to re-enter the building.  Scott was finishing up so we went back to the room, showered and went for brunch at Starbucks.

After brunch, lunch really, the street was eerily quiet after most of the Labour march had disbanded. Howard (Reception) said most people go home and bbq with their families. In the Crowne Plaza precinct, there were numerous music stores so we engaged in window shopping of guitars mostly for an hour or two. Scott said the pricing is comparative to the Gold Coast back home albeit, he was wrapped in a few 8 string guitars (Dad learnt something today .. 8?).

Walking around the circle of music shops, dinner became on Scott’s mind as he had burned a bit of energy in the gym and he was withering away, as he calls it.  Vegetarian food is rare in Sth America and with most places closed he was aligning himself to eating his socks until breakfast next day. With a push we started walking and further up heading East again, we find the city more alive with people now but lots of shops still closed. Obviously, all the McDonalds and American fast food outlets were doing a roaring trade, sadly noticing the escalating obesity levels of the locals becoming more evident.

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We headed back in a roundabout way towards the funicular area, along a pedestrian bridge almost totally weighed down with love padlocks. It would take me days to count each one fixed on the chain wire netting on both sides of the bridge. Thousands of dollars of locks used.  Heading back to a familiar street of bars and restaurants we come across an arcade with huge doors (#87 on the city map) & found this hot spot of tiny restaurants in a hub called Patio Bellavista. Quite unique & hidden & a place we would have visited more often if found earlier, in our stay. Certainly, pays to keep walking, seek & never give up. Patio Bellavista has a myriad of restaurants, bars, shops … all keen for our business and they all seemed very good quality and definitely a great tourist spot. We settle on a good vegetarian offering after fluking a bit of Spanish connection and a great coffee. We sat there for quite some time soaking up the ambiance and basically people watched. There was plenty of viewing of people and the varying types of food brought out to the outside tables so we were amply occupied.  We had a couple of servings of coffee, juices, pasta, etc in that time.

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Feeling a lot better (safer) walking closer to night time amongst the volume of pedestrian traffic we reluctantly left Patio Bellavista at the latest time possible in order to be in our room at a reasonable time to refresh ourselves and unwind, even though nothing is planned for tomorrow, our last day in Santiago, Chile and Latin America.

2^nd May 2019

Waking up from wonderful slumber and ahead of Scott naturally, I showered and started to pack my bags for the latest checkout and to have our bags in Crowne Plaza’s storage until our International air travel later that night. We have an ugly flight out of Santiago at 00.45am so it’s actually a 3^rd May departure direct to Melbourne, Australia. Scott was a bit lethargic waking up, knowing it was a ‘dead’ type of day.

We had a bit of a splurge by enjoying the Crowne Plaza’s banquet breakfast. A very wide choice of food and juices and Scott was most pleased by getting a good intake into his stomach. The brekky equated to $23AU each so we made sure we were pleased.

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After brekky we walked the streets, mainly looking at the other music stores and types of guitars nearby and walked up to Plaza Baquedano (111) and slightly beyond for more statues, pedestrian bridges and parklands. Eventually we decided to give another visit to Patio Bellavista for another enjoyable few hours at a cafe. Certainly, a good spot for lounging and soaking up the pleasant ambiance.

It was now late afternoon and again, we take our time trying to find something new and hidden, but nothing really stood out … just a big city with lots of people and a real Catholic heritage that doesn’t resonate strongly with Scott. Miss the true nature and townships with character. Santiago does offer a hop on; hop off tourist bus circuit but Howard wasn’t really pushing us to do it so we took notice of that and decided to do the walking exercise of roaming the streets.

We chatted over another Starbucks coffee before we had the hotel arrange for the taxi to the airport. We could have saved, maybe $2AU if we sourced our own taxi but not worth the hassle, especially when a limousine was graciously offered. It was a fast drive again by another ‘would be’ racing driver. They certainly know where the accelerator is and thank God the road system to the airport is a new infrastructure and can allow for those in a hurry. We tried to tell him we have some 5-6hrs to go before our flight. Scott and I came to the agreement there were no reasons to stay in the hotel lobby or Starbucks when we could take our leisure, get through the scanning and immigration and people watch at the airport in a totally different atmosphere.

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Thankfully, our airport journey was safe and we were given special attention when aligning to the departure section of the airport conveniently placed at our check-in counter point.

I’ll end this blog here knowing I will post another blog soon describing our actual departure from Sth America and our journey home. Another different airport terminal story.

I really appreciate your precious time in reading my blogs and hopefully receive some comments; and on what to write about next. Thank you.

Vina Del Mar – Chile Coastal City – 3 Days                                        27^th April 2019

Taking our time on this great morning having our wonderful brekky banquet in the sun room overlooking the Pacific Ocean in our Gran Hotel in Valparaiso which almost makes up for our continued very ‘low lukewarm’ shower that seems not fixed by management. Food was plentiful at the brekky and we seem to have the sunroom almost to ourselves, hence our food intake somewhat increased, truth be told.

My previous post explained the hot water issue whereby Reception informed us at our checkout; was to run the hot water tap by some 15mins minimum for the hot water to eventually come through. Can you believe 15mins? Ridiculous!

Not being in a hurry for the day we still had Reception organise a taxi at some point to take us to the adjacent city of Vin Del Mar. We were planning to sit out on the walkway on the bench seats and soak in more sun and people watch as they walk past however, Reception notified us the taxi is only 5 minutes away. Communication is always a surprise outcome here in Sth America. Now we are in ‘hurry’ mode with the taxi driver urging us up the alley way to the street at the rear of the hotel.

Taxi drivers are like wannabe racing drivers, sort of hooning at times. I think they enjoy the downhill run and the hairpin bends and tight streets. Taking the main road through the centre of Valparaiso it didn’t take long to round the headland to a completely new view of beach and more surprising beachside development. With a few street turns, we enter an older part of the CBD shopping area and a side driveway to our new resort, Gala Hotel. We are warmly welcomed by 2 young ladies at Reception and the resort is much younger than our previous Gran Hotel, with a lift and some 15floors high.

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Reception has enabled a room earlier than usual on the 13th floor for our next 3 nights. Luckily, the valet showed us to our room as it turned out to be a bit of a maze. We get out of the lift on the 13^th floor, turn left to the stairs to the 14^th floor, then walk the shortish hallway to a set of stairs down to the 13^th again & then to Room 1303. Whew!!! Should have used some bread crumbs to find our way back again to the lift. Certainly, a quirky high rise.

We partly unpacked and successfully used our skills to backtrack to the lift and out through Reception with the staff showing warm smiles and nods of their heads with a wave. A very pleasing warmth. First, in venturing out to the city we must find urgently a laundry that would have a quick turnaround for our clothes are becoming quite limited. Google Maps have identified only a couple close by and most are already shut as it must be siesta time. We are lucky to find one close by but we cannot afford to lose our way due to their pressing closing time. The laundry is located on what appears to be the newer section of the city on the other side of the water channel.

Our hotel backs onto the Estero Vina Del Mar (river looking) and there are about 6 bridges spanning the estuary so we take the closest one of course. An Estero is an estuary or inlet used as a tidal drainage channel in populated districts. This estuary follows down from the Estero Marga Marga River. The mouth of this estuary is dammed up by huge volumes of sand stopping it within metres of entering the Pacific Ocean. If the dam was not in place there would be a dry river bed normally showing.

Once you get your head around the street name system we eventually stumbled upon the laundry. The lady asked us for our ID (no reason given, so that’s a mystery), gave us a good price $6US (could have been dearer & still cheaper than our hotel) and we can pick up the next day. A winner!!!

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Some streets have a lot of other country & town names e.g Ecuador, Quillota, Peru, etc. The main streets running parallel to the beach front are in numbers 1 Poniente, 2 Poniente, 3 Poniente, etc to 6 Poniente. Further away from the beaches the streets change to 1 Oriente to 6 Oriente. The streets running off the beach front at 90° are 1 Norte (parallel to the estuary) right up to 14 Norte. All much like New York I found in numbering streets.

Accomplishing the laundry feat, we head towards the smell of the beach/ ocean some minutes away and walk along the walkway parallel to the roadway (av, Peru) and beach line. Here we see a longitudinal rock wall about 1metre high with large boulders immediately behind the wall as a means to calm the wild surf at times and this wall goes on for approx. 150 metres.  Along the walkway, a myriad of university looking young people are setting up their goods for a market. They use a canvas cloth or tablecloths strewn along the wall to display their trinkets of chains, stones, gems, beanies, sunglasses, scarves, etc.

While admiring the trinkets we note there are several story book type carriages that are horse drawn along the cobblestone roadway with tourists aboard to see more of the coastline. The horses are quite old but look in good care. They have a park area assigned up near the casino at the southern end of the beach near the estuary with plenty of shade and drink. Not far from this park is our first café, Tierra del Fuego, with outdoor seating under umbrellas so that’s a few boxes ticked for us to enjoy and take in the new surroundings. The coffee was superb and it certainly is a popular place. They have a side counter with numerous flavours of gelato which was also popular.

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We take our time wandering along the beach, mainly using the concrete pathway looking at everything basically without any detailed investigation. The main beach restaurant is Tierra de Fuego, a Chilean food restaurant but Scott & I much prefer the cosy, natural food places rather than the upmarket formal type places. This restaurant is very well patronised and looks newly built right on the beach.

For a late lunch we find Bravissimo Las Salinas, right on the beach and a real open feel as well as an internal area. We chose the bright sunshine on the deck area.  This café turned out to be our food place over the next few days.

Almost halfway down the extended beach area there is an old wharf pier, although it has been restored significantly. Muelle Vergara Pier is located on Playa Acapulco (playa means beach) and was originally built in 1895 and after being derelict for decades was beautifully remodelled in 2016. It is for pedestrian use only and a great place to savour the ocean and to chill out. 

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We walk the beach to approx. 50% about 3klms and then return to find a suitable vegetarian restaurant. We can only find one and it was a great little café and we were the only one’s present. It offered great food and the chef was the owner. He spoke good English and explained some local knowledge. Now, please don’t assume anything, but the café is called ‘Romeo sin Julieta’ and we didn’t ask for the romantic setting .. OK? It is located @ 60 3Norte. There are plenty of meat places on the main streets and the usual USA fast foods and the only one we will visit is Starbucks, for coffee. We are perusing in the better part of the city with its numerous skyscraper hotels and upmarket restaurants and night life.

Every night is a great unwind .. we don’t worry about any TV .. just listen to music on Youtube and Scott with his upmarket phone with all the add ons. Each morning we have our windows to see down towards the castle and a brief view of the ocean and to see what weather is about to spring upon us.

Our second day (it’s MY Birthday!!!) and not to over celebrate we walk the streets of the older part of town among the numerous pedestrian traffic. Nothing much to see here and every street was basically the same as what we just experienced so we venture back towards the ocean heading towards the Eastern end headland where it borders close to Valparaiso (Vina Del Mar beach basically runs North to South whereas Valparaiso runs East to West). In the older section we hadn’t come across anywhere inviting to have breakfast so we’ll tough it out and search the beach places.

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At this ‘border’ headland we find a castle called Castillo Wulff or Wulff Castle, which offers a great view looking back towards Valparaiso (photo).  Heading back to Vina Del Mar beach from the castle the next building is ‘ship like’ and a hotel/ restaurant called Cap Oucal. Immediately below this hotel the rocks/ boulders sit proudly out of the ocean and is a grand place for the native water birds (much like our Australian Cormorants) to mingle and observe the mere humans taking photographs above.

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We spend most of the day walking further along the beach, checking out the various naval guns placed in a little park adjacent to the beach pathway and the largest sun dial I have ever seen. In the distance we can see the Northern headland called Cabanas Punta Osas with a naval base opposite and before this headland Scott becomes excited as he spies a massive set of pull up exercise bars for the fitness fanatics. We eventually found a trail of sorts to climb the headland but it was no great achievement nor an inspiring view but at least we climbed it. To the North of this headland is the beach city of Renaca but we cannot do this area such is our itinerary. I believe it is developing well and may well be the better tourist spot than Valparaiso and Vina Del Mar.

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On our way back towards the food places and our hostel Scott is almost begging me to revisit the chin up bars tomorrow to get into more fitness. He is stating he is withering away back to a lightweight. I can’t see it but he looks for body perfection. With nothing else appearing on the calendar we will revisit.

Speaking of revisit, we lurch back to Bravissimo Las Salinas for a late lunch with superb juices for my celebratory birthday. Cheers to another added number of years walking this earth. We walk back to the hotel for a small rest up but Scott sees a large book shop as he is in need of another book to read. I couldn’t count how many books are in this shop but the shelves go from floor to ceiling (4m high) on all 4 walls with 4 rows of centre shelves. We ask where the English book are and we are shown a shelf with about 6 books. You’re kidding!!! Well, we are in a Spanish part of the world. To further celebrate my birthday, we call in to collect our laundry and it is superbly done and we pass on our many thanks to the lady once again. I guess it is the best present and timely.

After our little rest up and it now dark, we seek out our restaurant, Romeo sin Julieta for another great meal but alas, it is closed. The chef/ owner decides on his own operating hours so we walk the streets and the only inviting place and considering the timeframe is Starbucks. It is far better than any Starbucks in Australia.  Upon our return to the hotel I check out my fitness app and it states we walked 12klms today.

Another great morning and our last full day here in Vina Del Mar so we anticipate a very lazy type day with hitting the pavement again. Scott gives me his book he has finished and one that he quoted me many times on our treks. It is called “Can’t Hurt Me” from a Navy Seal (David Goggins) with an impeccable record of human achievement within the defence force and in his community. A definite MUST read!

We do the usual coffee, brekky, lunch and then walk past the Muelle Vergara Pier yet again and all the way down the beachfront to Scott’s beloved chin up bars. Here he put’s in an hour & 40 minutes, almost non-stop. I read the book and notice the sweat coming down my face sitting in the sun. There are no trees for shade here. On our way back we can feel the sea breeze cooling us down and we come back towards our first day experience of the boardwalk, horse carriages and knick-knack shops and rock wall sellers.

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Here we find a young man with an assortment of manufactured sea shell type musical instruments. He is quite pleased knowing we are Australians. He immediately picks up his giant trumpet sea shell instrument (the size of him) and the sounds are synonymous with our Indigenous Didgeridoos back home with their haunting and vibratory sounds. It is amazing to see how he is doing this. What a treat!

By the way, I am celebrating two days of my birthday (International Date Line provides an Australian and a Sth America birthday) so it’s off to find some great food and drink. After completing 13klms today we check out the sunset from our hotel and notice we head back to Santiago tomorrow to our Crowne Plaza Hotel for our final 3 days in Sth America. Overall, both Valparaiso and Vina Del Mar were rather disappointing and wished we had better alternatives or even another trek although I believe the treks are a lot more expensive to undertake from the city of Santiago. Going further South is even more expensive, especially the cruise routes.

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Yamba – A Day to Stroll                                                              5^th October 2019

Arriving last night in Yamba after an arduous mucking around day assisting my younger brother carry out his installation work; we settled in to our Cousin’s backpackers for 3 nights (Yamba Backpackers). We had enough of the traffic hassles (3.5hrs) due to the enormous Pacific Highway upgrade roadworks. It’s been going on for 2 years now and has another year to go. From Woodburn to Yamba turnoff is basically 80klms/hr the entire way of some 60klms with no passing lanes or opportunity.

We awoke to a very cloudy day; something we in Queensland has not seen for quite some time in a disastrous drought. My brother set off early today for golf to test out his back-recovery issue so I lazed around the Block Café of the backpackers until a dear friend said she is sick in bed and can’t make our coffee catchup so I decided to take a stroll out to the nearby world-famous surfing town of Angourie.

Recently the township including Yamba was severely tested with very close bushfires to the adjacent national park. It was the first time large fire retardant water bombing planes were used, along with small fixed wing and helicopters. The locals were treated to very low flying in a smoke-filled atmosphere for about 2 weeks.

After donning on my trek pants, day backpack and my feet saving Salomon X Ultra Mid 3 GTX hiking boots I started out walking through the streets and the road into Yamba to the roundabout and head south into a blustering 20knot headwind. It was a good day for the walk, being on the cool side but could have done without the wind.

The traffic was very light on the way out and the only person being active was a runner, about late 20s and running … so that left me out. He acknowledged me and then some 10mins later he had returned and headed back to Angourie. He showed a good pace too! I was trying to do the speed limit but with the headwind it had me well below it (see photo).

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Along the way there is bushland both sides of the roadway with the left-hand side being the Pacific Ocean side and the western side national park and natural bushland. Here you can see the severity of the recent fires right up to the roadway and crossing it to the ocean. There are sections where the retardant bombing has still left its mark, redness powder tinge to the tree trunks in amongst the blackened burnt bush.

Some Australian native bushes require fire to burst their seed pods for new life. Unfortunately, we have the political parties of The Greens and Labor that prevent reduction burnoffs, so the fire severity is dramatically increased and some plant life cannot propagate. Stupid ignorant government parties. Our indigenous people have been reduction burning for thousands of years.

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In the blackened landscape you can see varying stages of life with reds, oranges, greens of tree trunks, some with ribbon formations on the trunks along with the blackened souls of bushland. Coming close to the Angourie township you can see in the far distance the vast plains of burnt bushland and it is known the fire came right up to the fence lines of some homes. The Rural Fire Brigade and SES personnel, along with the support aircraft did an amazing job in preventing further tragedy and damage.

Coming into the township the first turn to the left is Spooky Beach, a prime site but I’ll leave this area to when I do my return walk and headed further in to another left hand turn off to the Blue & Green Pools and picnic area. A gravel carpark first full of cars, campers and Winnebago’s and then a pathway skirting around the Blue Pool. The fire even reached to within this miniature coastal valley. Here you can see a range of beauty in the treescape with varying colours of fire touched and not touched bushland.

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These pools of fresh water are within 50 metres (Blue Pool) & 70metres (Green Pool) of the rockwalls and pounding Pacific Ocean. They originated I believe some 70 years ago where they were quarries for the rocks required to make the breakwalls at Yamba for the entrance to the mighty Clarence River (Big River). Rocks were excavated at these sites and carted by rail carts along a miniature railway all the way to Yamba and along the Clarence River where this is a concrete path behind the Calypso Caravan Park and out to the headland. Overnight the quarries conflicted with an underground spring and workers came across their new found ponds fully filled with fresh water. All the machinery remains underwater quite some metres down. One of the photos show some small remnants of the rail tracks in the rock pathway, albeit heavily corroded from the salt environment.

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The Blue Pool is usually everyone’s favourite as it is usually pristine water whereas the Green Pool can sometimes be affected by algae. Young boys were up on the Blue Pool cliff face ready to do their constant jumping with parents looking on. I have never been one for jumping off climbs whereas my children, nephews and nieces certainly have done it here. The Green pool had no jumpers present today. It is a vertical climb up the cliff face after you swim to the other side. Therefore, it is for the more advanced ages. These areas are well loved by visiting backpackers, once my cousin Shane does his world renowned “Shane’s Tour” with them, and has most of them jumping.

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After skirting some beach houses, including Mr Billabong’s $10Million house, I proceeded to do my walk back only to venture to popular cafes on the main road and my friends of some years Barbaresco Restaurant in between them. Adrienne and Davida were just getting ready for the night trade and were quite surprised to see my face after quite some time. The restaurant is of high quality and a definite must do (you might notice the bar mirrors and extra-large wall frame mirrors mounted). My brother & I delivered these and mounted them one morning of the NRL Grand Final many years ago which is also this weekend too. They’re still there. The food is amazing.

It was time to hit the road and upon walking out of the restaurant the weather has now changed to drizzle rain, something we haven’t seen for some time back home in the Gold Coast. I set up my Black Wolf Grand Teton backpack with its own raincoat. Luckily, I brought my rain jacket too. I’m now aware the wind has now dropped to around 5knots so I have been robbed of a decent tail wind. My Spotify music is providing the beat through my phone to keep up the pace. Getting closer to Yamba my feet are starting to say hello but as a recent book I read “Can’t Hurt Me” states most people only use 40% capacity pf their mind therefore, don’t continue the hard yards and give up. Not me … I’m taking one step after another. Please read this book … it’s amazing what the author, David Goggins was able to accomplish. Everyone should read this. After some distance I remembered I was to do the Spooky Beach view but the rain took over my mind. Well, that will now be for another day.

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I decided to walk along the pathway following the Clarence River estuary I spoke of earlier (the quarry railway route) so I can venture via the Calypso Caravan Park to the main street to pick up some valuable bananas to boost my recovery and also being well past lunchtime. The caravan park is home to my brother & I during the annual Christmas holiday period (3 weeks). I have been camping there for some 24 years I think and mostly taking our Mother, Win, along too.

Returning to our room I use my magnesium spray on my feet. This is so soothing and I’m sure my feet love it. I proceeded downstairs where cousin Shane organises a sumptuous burrito while I persevere with typing this blog.

Being a mature traveller (I’d love for my family & friends to fund me for more travelling … hint) I stick to walking when I can … are you??? Have a look at my screenshot of my walk today which means anyone can do this … try it. 13.2klms

I hope you enjoyed this quick blog? Any comments are warmly received.

Valparaiso – Seaside City of Chile                                                          24^th April 2019

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After the most incredible sleep with the assistance of luxury beds and thick curtains to the windows we further enjoy perfect hot showers .. 4star luxury this is, at The Crowne Plaza. We checked out so easily having hardly unpacked our backpacks and announcing “Buenos Di’as” (Good Morning) to Reception where we find Norman again at the desk. He provides a very detailed folded city map and explains the best method on a budget to get to Valparaiso some 140klms/ 2.5hrs away travelling Nth West. He also provides a penned note explaining the steps to take (walk, train, bus, taxi in that order).

Firstly, we must walk 150m West to the nearest subway to board the train towards San Pablo (outer region suburb) but alighting from the Pajaritos station to arrive at the main bus terminal adjacent and secure a tour bus from the number of suppliers. The subway entrances are marked with a sign indicating 3 red joined triangles (photo).

After finding a satisfying brekky menu at the adjoining Starbucks and waving ciao to Norman, we head off down the street dodging a myriad of people that basically have the intent of ‘walking through you’. The congestion of people I saw yesterday (previous blog) is where we see the 3 red triangle sign; with a stairway leading under the 6-lane road for the subway. No wonder there was a lot of people about when you also have the 2 nearby universities.

The subway station was so busy and I gamble on seeing a kiosk in the centre, above the two lower train platforms. Not many English signs about, so here goes. With the young lady’s broken English & my nil Spanish I obtain a card for two passengers (1,500pesos/$3AUD per person one-way) to Pajaritos station & she points to the left platform. Using the card in the scanner I proceed through; then hand the card back to Scott who scans & then proceeds through .. so far .. so good. The trains run at such frequency and there’s no mucking about getting on & off. Such precision. Boarding the train with 2 backpacks each there is very little space left near the doors so it is a bit of a squeeze. We are comforted by the train network sign above the doors in bright colours and every station marked. We are going the right way & we will also have enough warning when to alight, marking off each station as we go.

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After about 6 stations we arrive at Pajaritos Station & heading up the long stairs to ground level we open up to numerous shops and eateries. We walk past them as per Norman’s note and find about 6 booths of bus companies under the enormous train/ bus terminal building. Here, the signs are simpler to understand and we can’t believe how many buses are in action going to various locations mainly Valparaiso and Vina Del Mar. Some leave every 15minutes to these locations. It seems the best offer is from Turbus and the lady in the booth does not speak much English … eventually, I secure two tickets @ 3,000 pesos ($6AUD) each which is not bad for 2 hrs of bus travel one-way. The ticket provides the bus #, seats and platform #s and time it arrives.

Right on time our bus enters and some 10minutes later we secure our bags in the bus and climb into our seats on the lower level. Very comfy seats that recline and with phone charges, etc fitted. Best bus I’ve travelled in. The journey takes us down the major highway (modern) and at varying times we pick up indigenous families and workers at certain locations. We also pick up a vendor selling snacks, souvenirs, etc and then he alights at another stop. The highway views remain basically the same with large hills and mountains on both sides with small under developed villages at intervals. Not much to rave about really, even though the brochures spruik about the views.

Finally, we get into some population and a city feel and eventually we click its Valparaiso … tourism signage could be entertained at the city’s boundary for an obvious suggestion. Winding through the streets, it is quite congested with vehicles and pedestrians and after a while we enter a driveway off a small street into a large carpark. We are at the Eastern end of the city. Here is the bus terminal and numerous taxis and some men making out they are taxi drivers. Not wasting any time, we alight from the bus and walk outside the terminal towards the official taxi rank. There is nothing to see around this neighbourhood so we gather at the taxi rank until we gain the driver’s attention (all smoking in a group). We show the address to one driver and a huge smile and a nod confirms he knows where to go for 1,500pesos/ $3AUD.

The taxi winds through the city towards the West, along the Pacific Ocean seaside, although can’t see the ocean as yet and then turns a hard left and proceeds to escalate rapidly into very narrow streets on a steep incline with hairpin bends and the like. Winding our way to virtually the top we notice all the art works on the sides and facades of buildings and very bright colours. Suddenly the taxi stops and the driver looks back to us and without warning he reverses at speed for about 70m and again stops suddenly. We have arrived at our hotel in a dead-end street. We alight and look around and see a row of brightly coloured buildings but no obvious hotel structure. The driver, after being paid, shows us the alley way at the dead-end to the right and from there we will see the hotel’s entrance after walking through. He waves, smiles and he’s back into his car & off.

The alley way opens up to a paved walkway overlooking the Pacific Ocean harbour in rich blue with large ships anchored off the shoreline, including navy ships and all within bright sunshine. Certainly, didn’t expect this type of expansive view. After looking out to sea for a few minutes enjoying the view, we now look behind us and there is a small board sign stating our hotel ‘Gran Hotel’ and a timber framed glass door. We are warmly greeted by a young lady from England at Reception. She provides the rules of the house, restaurant location for brekky, etc and proceeds to show us our room. The hotel is a restored family mansion of a boarding school type with corridors and timber staircases and numerous rooms proceeding down the slope of the land to about 4 levels. The hotel also goes under another name ‘Hotel Gervasoni’ and is predominately all heavily polished timber throughout so it would have cost a pretty penny in its day. Our room is large enough to be comfortable with French doors/ windows opening out to a non-entry balcony (tiny in size) & facing west to the ocean. We can also see into numerous offices and apartments in adjacent buildings … privacy is certainly not a pre-requisite here by the looks of things.

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When the lady leaves, we decide to use the toilet and head off on a walk around the neighbourhood as it is around 2pm. Scott needs food. Opening the door outwards to the bathroom I’m aghast at the smallest bathroom known to man. It contains an 800×800 shower, a toilet & a basin all within a floor space of 1400×1200. One small space to stand in .. yes, in front of the toilet … LOL!!!! Look at the photo for proof. So tiny.

Now over the shock and laughter of the bathroom we hand our room key in and proceed along the paved walkway to do our reconnaissance walk around the city neighbourhood, not venturing too far of course.  Wandering past some market tables along the walkway we find large concrete stairs leading down to the street some 60m below. At the bottom of the stairs we notice a lot of young people (university students I believe) all sitting on the steps and heavily engaged in smoking weed. The sweet smell was so strong. Looks like it is a regular haunt to avoid the parks and streets and stay out of view. The other ugly side was the amount of dog facies present and a few dogs hanging around. Not impressed on Valparaiso at the moment.

Opening out onto the street we are greeted with very heavy congested traffic in a rather tight two-way street called Esmeralda St. Looks like turning right to the East is the best option and just a little way up the street becomes one-way and joins into a roundabout of obvious landmark recognition with a statue in the centre. Here at Plaza Anibal Pinto, we have people all trying to cross the roadway, large volumes of buses are blocking the road trying to pick up people at bus stops. Police blowing whistles to force cars, buses to move but what can they do when its piled up solid. Scott & I cross the road and settle inside the roundabout under this statue called ‘Fuente de Neptuneo’ (Fountain of Neptune, erected 1892). From there we can see a row of cafes with outside eating areas facing the street and the roundabout. Looks like we are on a winner finally by selecting Restaurant Cinzano. We order a late lunch with coffee and spend a few hours taking in the day’s action and views. We notice this is the main meeting point for many tour operators, mostly undertaking the ‘Walking Tours’ of artistic buildings and graffiti art close by. Totally forgot about photos … der!!!!

Our neighbourhood is perched on the Western end of the flat land and backs up onto the high headland called Cerro Concepcion (Cerro = Hill), all covered with buildings, built into the slopes & cliffs of the headland, no space is wasted. It seems to be the historic centre of Valparaiso but you wouldn’t really know it for sure at first glance. One must question how do they paint such buildings perched on sharp slopes/ cliff faces. Painting them in ultra-bright colours must lift their courage, I guess.

With darkness nearing we walk back to the large stairs and notice it is not a nice area in the dark but we proceed with confidence, just the same. Finding our hotel easily we proceed into the alley way to the high side of the street where the taxi dropped us off (Papudo St). From here we walk the short well-lit cobblestone street to find one restaurant, ‘La Concepcion’ with a great menu amongst many other restaurants. Upstairs we are greeted so warmly and with the waiters dressed in an immaculate fashion. Very high-end look and excellent service, yet so very affordable. The tables are converted door frames and clear polyurethane coating with inset square clear glass. Very unique and quirky. Scott & I can’t go past the Vegetarian Lasagne. ’Molto bene’ (very good). Our Mango juice is also divine … should have ordered doubles. What a surprise this place is and the view at night is superb with the far lights shining and flickering on the ocean from a nearby (joined) ritzy city of Vina Del Mar & further on Renaca, known for its laidback beach. We find out later La Concepcion is a highly regarded restaurant so that confirms my opinion and recommendation. Again, forgot about photos … double der!!!!

We head back to our room to navigate having a shower. Very squeezy and a bit of a challenge. Scott first .. but he comes out several minutes later saying  .. ‘no hot water’. Reception has now closed so will have to wait till morning. Yay!!!

Morning comes .. first thing after our personal care is to report our hot water issue to Reception. We are assured it will be addressed while we have our free brekky. To shorten this section of my story our complaints were ongoing for two more days, even after the Maintenance Man assured us, as well as Reception that all was OK. “It has been tested”. Coldish showers are not our thing so my complaints were getting stronger but Sth Americans don’t seem to grasp negative comments and how to properly respond to such major complaints. My booking was pre-paid with points through my Wyndham Resorts so no compensation of course or other compensation. Very frustrating. To end this section, upon checking out days later, Reception tells us the hot water works, but you must run the taps for a minimum of 15mins first before it comes through. What!!!! Such water wastage and terrible plumbing. Good to know …. NOW!!!

We must applaud the great breakfast each morning .. really enjoyed the buffet and the room with the morning sunshine which gives us the motivation needed to step out into the city. Scott & I walked the entire length of Valparaiso (say 3-4klms one way) but saw nothing that really stood out apart from busy footpaths, traffic and plenty of small street shops. The occasional sitting areas outside the main universities. Much later we find most of the sites to see are at the start of the hill climbs where most of the colourful and art buildings are located. We did stumble at the Eastern end, near the headland a shopping mall much like a miniature Cosco where you can buy just about anything, even car tyres.

Walking back to our neighbourhood, I notice some markings on our city map showing a few Funicular lifts (Ascensors locally called) with one not far from our hotel so will do that tomorrow. We partake in our comfortable café at the roundabout again to ensure we get good food and outlook to the street before heading back to our hotel where Scott spies a bright yellow house up on the cliff face of Cerro Concepcion that is an outdoor restaurant and suggests we give that a go. Of course, the weather changes to quite cold and windy and the outdoor restaurant is copping the full brunt of it. OK .. where now?

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Our last full day we can confirm we are sighted within the art section of the city which is the most publicised tourism attraction. It includes fashionable and trendy shops, very brightly painted buildings, houses, etc and arty graffiti. There are a few tour guides showing small groups around but in reflection I believe you can easily find these sights just by walking a few streets around this headland and taking notice where the funicular lifts are placed. An example of this is the photo of the piano stairs and a cultural centre. The walk down to the main city is quite steep and some hairpin corners and the car’s motors do rev up a bit loud. The footpaths are quite narrow as well but understandably so. We don’t mind this walk as it confirms we are somewhere different.

Using our city map we head towards the funicular lift nearest our hotel called Ascensor Reina Victoria adjacent to Calle Cumming (Calle = Street). There are a few handicrafts and tourism merchandise rooms attached to the lift and all is quite quaint. We take notice of how this lift works, with the operator doing manual door openings, gear stick movements. It has all the hallmarks of its 1902 vintage (some are even older at 1883). It all looks like it works very well .. good maintenance, so we are assured of taking the ride for just $100 pesos … $0.20 each person, each way. Obviously, I gave the driver a decent tip. The ride was quite smooth however it is when it reaches the extents that the gates and locking cable gear and handbrake gets a bit clunky. We alight to a suspended walkway overlooking a small playground towards the small shops and notice adults and children using the slippery slide from the walkway down to the playground. Smiles and laughter all around.

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Along the walkway we are enjoying the warm sun and the views to the ocean in the West and we spy the café we saw along our city walk yesterday. It is very busy and not a table to spare inside and out. Obviously, the out area is prime real estate for the view and clean air. We note, we can find a table ourselves so Scott & I slowly patrol the verandah/ balcony area and with just a few minutes we land the BEST table … what a win!!! We are near the end of the balcony with the best views. A couple inside the café are definitely giving us the evil eye as we noted they were re-sitting themselves back onto their inside table.

The service was excellent and the food even better … it came to a point where we almost felt guilty staying at the table long after our meal and juices but there were now plenty of tables vacant so the guilt went very quickly and it was a superb place to talk to my son on numerous topics. Such times are priceless. We had such a great time enjoying the view mostly overlooking Cerro Concepcion (Cerro = Hill) in the direction of our hotel where colourful buildings abound. We slipped up on not recording the cafés name. We believe it maybe the Altamira Café. Speaking of cafés, we found out some days later Valparaiso has a café called the Melbourne Café. Shame we missed this.

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As night plays out, we are in need of dinner so Scott and I branch out even more reading menus and scouring many eating places but nothing meets our eyes or our needs … after quite some time we circle back and seek out our favourite, ‘La Concepcion’ with the endless night light view and the Pacific Ocean. We were not let down by their service and the main waiter later recognises our faces and smiles accordingly. We bunker down after at our hotel, still a barely lukewarm shower and some music and Youtube madness.

Tomorrow is not a rushed day, and that goes for the last 4 days too so we will pack later and leave checkout to the last minute after their great buffet brekky, catch a taxi at the rear of the hotel and travel to the adjacent coastal city, Vina Del Mar, approximately 5klms away, hoping for more entertaining sites and culture feel.

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In reflection, Valparaiso is a port city, founded in 1536, with a population in 2017 of 295,113 making it the 2^nd largest city in Chile. It has a naval port and the largest adjoining import/ export wharf at the Sth Eastern end, no accessible beach to laze on with revetment walls along its entire coastline with buildings placed against it. Surprisingly, it is an educational precinct incorporating 7 universities and several colleges. The main part of the city is on flat land stretching some 4klms and then rises sharply to very high ground where every inch is occupied with brightly coloured buildings and houses, etc and numerous churches. There are about 16 remaining funicular elevators throughout for the very steep parts. The ‘Walking Tour’ centres around our hotel area and that is unique and colourful however the city outside of this area is a typical bustling city with very little impressive architecture or new development. The tourism part firmly focusses on the ‘Walking Tour’ area. Within the Valparaiso regional limits there are approx. 47 hills so that’s a high number I wasn’t expecting.

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Chile – Santiago, Capital City – Overnight                                         23^rd April 2019

We completed Ecuador’s Cotopaxi – Quilotoa Volcano 2day trek tour the day prior and managed a wonderful sleep in our twin room at the Hump Day Hostel in Quito [kito], (Capital City) Historical Centre (refer to my previous blogs). We had our bags packed for international travel (our backpacks are packed differently for these flights due to scanning, etc) prior to the taking of the hostel’s free brekky downstairs in the communal lounge/ dining. The indigenous staff were very shy at first but so friendly & accommodating within seconds. We were treated so well and loved the omelettes, tea, etc. We obviously missed rush hour as most backpackers had already left or were still asleep.

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We checked out at the required time but was able to place all our backpacks into their Hold Lockers for $1USD each all day in Reception. The staff were so pleasant even after checking out. It was a great place to stay.

I must confess I did not pay too much attention to this last day in Quito as we had a 2.30pm taxi booked for the airport so just expected to walk the streets nearby to fill in the day. My eldest son, Scott, was not motivated either way as we were both coming off the high from the last 2 fantastic days. In reflection I should have organised a half day short trip to the actual equator some 48mins drive, 23klms away to the North where there is a museum, Equator Monument and many other associated landmarks. So disappointed in missing out some areas of Quito.

To fill in time, we had a quick walk up to the super impressive Basilica (pls refer to previous Quito Blog) which was sadly, still closed for Easter, took more photos and headed back in a roundabout way to our hostel. We found a fantastic arcade (closed transport street) with so many eateries and coffee shops and obviously would be the main gathering of office workers in any given work day, much like a miniature Market Place in Sydney. The arcade was quite a surprise in comparison to the other surrounding streets. After a much-loved coffee and service we took in a rather cruisey stroll, fresh air and sunshine, albeit everyone was wearing jumpers and coats, some with scarves and gloves too.

Upon reaching Reception I made the comment of the Equator trip and the response from them was it will rain heavy soon & possible hail too so it would be best not to go. Sure enough, shortly after, they were spot on! It is bewildering to see this weather type on the Equator, so obviously the altitude makes the difference. The temperature plummeted with this storm so all Scott and I could do was to find the comfy seat in the communal room and wait for the taxi that we had already booked.

After a couple of hours of chilling out, we climbed into the taxi for the 42klm journey to the airport in the pouring rain, battled through Customs, Immigration and had our last Ecuadorian coffee. Our flight eventually departed late from our 6.35pm schedule so it will be a very tight stopover at our ‘beloved’ Lima Airport in Peru (sarcasm) before our connection flight to Santiago Chile, arriving there at a wonderful 2.30am (more sarcasm). The best thing is we will be flying with our favourite Avianca Airlines for both flights. The reason for Chile in the itinerary is; it is the main departure point for Australian flights therefore it would be a shame in just seeing the Santiago airport and nothing of Chile or their people.

For most flights in South America, seats are assigned to you when booking. If you wish to choose your seats there is a very strong possibility of a seat preference charge and this could be a minimum of $100USD per seat. Obviously, this is unreasonable to many, including me. Of course, our flight from Lima has seats 12A & 12B assigned to us. They are located immediately before the wing exit doors. Never, ever have these seats, as they don’t recline. This is to enable a clear exit passageway behind in case of an emergency!! We could not recline for some 3 plus hours and the seats in front of us reclined their seats giving us so little space for our trays including the seat TV screen was too close for viewing. Worst flight ever and so uncomfortable therefore, no sleep!

Upon arrival in Chile we are directed towards Customs and Immigration as normal however, we see large Australian flag stickers proudly displayed in a cluster on a column or 2 before Customs. Australia has an agreement with Chile where we currently pay $117USD/ person for visiting Chile as a tourist and lasts for 90 days. It is called a Reciprocity Fee between certain countries. Rip off I call it but it’s a must do to gain entry!! Chile is required to pay a fee too when visiting Australia. Chile Immigration certainly check this is paid before entry and you must ensure you do not lose the stamped ticket or you will be paying other taxes and again on departure. This stamped docket is required for hotel check ins as well and is recorded at times. Surprisingly, Immigration did not wish to inspect our Yellow Fever stamped vaccination booklet presented.

Scott & I stayed within the Chilean airport, having a brekky and coffee until dawn arrived and when the airport became busier at 7am. In the meantime of some 4 hours till dawn, we spent energy trying to work out the pesos currency .. yes, it is awkward when comparing USD & AUD comparisons. Apparently, the theory is pesos divided by 640 = $USD, making our taxi ride to the Crowne Plaza Hotel some 25,000 pesos/ $39USD.  Only certain places use $USD so everything is in pesos.

The airport arrangement for getting a taxi is very awkward compared to other airports and after several attempts we are convinced by a fellow who is ultra-polite, far above anyone around. Usually, I would avoid these signs of ‘perceived false humanity’, but in reluctance I am with Scott, so I am more reassured to getting a disguised ‘Uber’ by cash. The airport is some journey away from the city centre, hence the large fee of $39USD by a taxi. Scott is not a bus person and remains unsure with anxiety of where we are going and when we would have to get off even though there is a shuttle service run by two major companies, Centropuerto & Turbus for around 3,500 pesos per person.

I usually trust my common sense & the universe but chose the private vehicle option to hasten the trip to our hotel & to obtain much needed sleep. Our ‘Uber’ driver provides plenty of English conversation which made the journey into the city in peak hour more enjoyable as we see plenty of new development, old buildings and derelict buildings along the way with great commentary. Scott & I note, the numerous religious buildings, universities, churches along the main thoroughfare of Av. Libertador Bernardo O’Higgins dissecting Santiago and what seemed quite a while our driver enters a driveway on the right which forms the carpark of our upmarket Crowne Plaza Hotel set back from the street.

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Footnote: The reason for the upmarket accommodation stems from my ‘resort ownership’ of Wyndham Resorts over many years where I’m provided a lot of accommodation points each year where I can use them throughout the world; so I thought this hiking tour would help provide some great relief being in resorts for a while and to use my points before they expire. One of the other reasons was not knowing what physical and mental conditions we would be in after such hectic and strenuous hiking and to also allow relief for my 4^th digit toe on my left foot that continues to be in a broken condition since I kicked a low tiled shower hob way back in Vietnam some 12mths ago. Ouch!!! I am so thankful for I believe the best hiking boots in the world, my Salomon 3X Ultra Mid boots. They looked after my feet perfectly. Back to my resort package you might remember I used some of my Wyndham points to recover in Wyndham Guayaquil Ecuador a week ago in a previous blog.

Despite having valets meet us in alighting the car in the carpark our driver continues to assist us to Reception where we meet a very polite gentleman, Norman, who speaks great English. By not having any pesos, our driver now will not accept $USD cash so this brings in some complications of course. Norman, being conscious of this, offers a great lifesaver by organising an IOU with the cash register and placing it on our check out bill (after checking in of course). This negates the tax rule of adding 26% to the bill and also gets the driver paid. The stamped Reciprocity Fee docket is requested for this to happen. Whew!!!

Norman changes our room to the same type so we can immediately get settled and some well-earned sleep now that it is 8.45am (we both received no sleep last night). We hardly unpack and before long Scott is sound asleep, whereas my adrenalin is still active. No real need to unpack as we venture to a nearby seaside resort at Valparaiso tomorrow for 3 nights, a few hours away from Santiago.

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While Scott is asleep (I leave him a note), I walk the main street of Av. Libertador Bernardo O’Higgins looking for food places, especially vegetarian ones in readiness for Scott’s emerging metabolism. Walking West, I come across a lot more people crowding the pavements being out from two nearby universities. The food places are predominately carne (meat) places and junk food for the younger people who look quite bulky in physicality. Obviously, junk food is applying its affect over here too. I have a sense Chile is going to be challenging, although a satisfying win with an atm for some pesos was my highlight for the afternoon.

Some main facts on Santiago are;

Founded by Spanish conqueror Pedro Valdivia on 12^th February 1541. The city is located in a very large valley base surrounded by snow-capped Andes Mountain range to the East and the Chilean Coastal Range to the West (Pacific Ocean). The population in the 7^th most populated city in the Americans is 6.544million from the 2016 census (Los Angeles has 3.971million). Chile appears to have the highest cost of living in Sth America with the most developed infrastructure and a solid middle class so will have to watch my budget here. Elevation is 570m/1,870ft and is in an earthquake zone where in 2010 it suffered an 8.8 magnitude earthquake centred about 325klm to the Sth West causing medium damage to the city.

Crowne Plaza has a Starbucks Coffee adjacent to their foyer so we use this for convenience and then settle later for a vegetarian pizza in a quaint little shop, Pizzeria Bella Italia, just up the road for dinner. What a lazy day and night; virtually achieved nothing however, we will leave Santiago tomorrow knowing we will be back in a week and a half to see its highlights.

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Hopefully, with a full night’s sleep to come we will head to the seaside of Valparaiso, some 140klm to the North West.

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Ecuador – Quilotoa Volcano Crater Lake        Day 2                         22^nd April 2019

This is the 2^nd day of our Volcano Treks so you may need to review back to the first day’s blog for more info.

The alarm shatters the silence in the morning after a well-earned sleep from yesterday. We both had a very comfortable sleep at our overnight stay at the Chuquiraqua Lodge & Spa, set into the quiet hinterlands and farmlands 8klms off the highway at 3,336m/ 10,945ft elevation and we are buoyed by the energy we have now inherited. Scott had completely destroyed his bed of course, whereas mine was like a display bed. I’d like to think I am a peaceful person at night. Worried about Scott though 😊. The facilities in our room are wonderful and the little room heater is abuzz. The morning air, we’ll say is brisk .. at best. We are warm and fresh after our hot showers and within minutes we are dressed in our trek gear and backpacks are sorted. We sneak out of the double storey multi-room unit block and walk swiftly across the carpark to the restaurant for breakfast avoiding the wind somehow.

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We are greeted by the Manager, Krystie & the European Chef however they are very busy as expected. We sit in the lounge awaiting breakfast call up. The choice of meals is above standard. We are ahead of time so all is good. The German family are already through their breakfast and about to leave as their guide has turned up and we are to place ourselves at another smaller table. We smile and say good morning but don’t intrude any further. It is Easter Sunday today and the German father greets us at our table with a boisterous “Happy Easter” and presents Scott & I with a mini chocolate Easter Egg each, and states with humour, “it’s also a German thing to provide Easter Eggs”. Such a wonderful family group .. we are able to bid farewell properly as they venture to the entrance door after their guide has packed their van. We wave a hearty good bye.

We enjoyed our breakfast and now sit in the lounge wondering when our guide will arrive. Krystie is talking to a gentleman at Reception so can’t intrude. Time is getting away now so I was about to approach Krystie when she advised the gentleman, she was speaking to is now waiting to take you back to the Chaupi Community Village to meet the tour bus. We had been sitting there for about 20mins in full view of them only metres away, so I can’t fathom the delay. We scurry to the van when Krystie calls out to me. She had forgotten to provide the bill for dinner last night. More minutes now taken to clear that up but I knew the dinner was an exclusion in the tour and totally slipped my memory to pay. Breakfast was included in the tour so all good there. What a pressured 10minutes and more time wasted! I wholeheartedly recommend Chuquiraqua Lodge & Spa.

We arrive at the Chaupi Community Village in record time from yesterday. The driver must know we are late now. The tour bus is waiting for us of course. We hurry out of the van knowing the other trekkers are now passing daggers at us. The guide says we are very late and been waiting there for some 20mins. We say “Buenos dias” (good morning) and apologies to the bus but we hear only muffles. What else could we do?

The bus starts up and we do the famous right hand turn again onto the highway .. close our eyes again. Quilotoa is approx. 2.5hrs south of Quito (capital) however we escape the first hour by staying overnight in the Chaupi village region. We now have a 90mins trip to get to Quilotoa Crater Lake but further up the highway we must turn right at the large overpass where we turned left yesterday to Cotopaxi Volcano, to peruse the guide’s home village of Pujili, set at 2,944m/ 9659ft elevation, where there is a large market today. The guide is full abuzz in excitement and passion for us to see his village. We squeeze into a large carpark full of all different size buses once we weave in & out of traffic bedlam. We alight the bus and the guide provides us more detailed instructions where to meet up as the bus will drive to that point a little later. Getting our bearings on where best to head, we are so surprised to see our Las Vegas friend from yesterday alighting from our bus. She was the only one unfortunately from yesterday. She was thrilled also we were present. So embarrassed in not remembering her name.

With that sorted we cross the street into the mire of over active people all scurrying with their purchases of fruits, vegetables, fish, fowl, duck and some things not to mention. So many tourists are already here plus the indigenous people. Scott struggles with the live trade so we venture to the fruit, vegetables and bakery section. The indigenous people just walk through you and never smile or say “Buenos dias”. We find this is normal behaviour of Peruvian and Ecuadorians so far which is so different from my Cambodian & Vietnam experiences where they love tourists and know we bring money to help lift their living standards.

Looking over the market stalls we can see the German family from last night .. too far to get to them but their eldest son passes close by & recognises us. He smiles and says “Hello” … great to see them again. Maybe we will catch them later on. After about 30mins we are first at the meeting point, then the guide turns up. It takes another 20mins before everyone finally arrives … no apologies forthcoming now for the stragglers and you can tell the guide is frustrated. We cross the street and the bus is again underway. We have well over an hour of travel still and much higher elevation too however, it is expected the road is very modern and smooth and the weather is perfect for now.

Some 30minutes later we stop alongside the road out the front of a farmhouse. We are advised what we are about to experience is the actual farm living conditions of an indigenous family. The family greets us with cheering smiles in their indigenous farming costumes but remain silent. We note, the farm animals of alpacas, dogs, cow and sheep and an old crop of corn. Their huts were circular and made of straw thatching with earth floors. The larger hut was the main house and inside there were cages, benches, shelves, cooking utensils hanging off the walls, one very large bed and about 20 guinea pigs free ranging on the floor and taking no notice of us. For some reason they stay within the boundary of the hut which is so unusual for us. Everything is done in this hut for the family.

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Once outside, the father spoke in his indigenous language and the guide translated for us. He explains times are tough getting the crop harvested and to keep the family together, etc. He asks if photos are taken to offer a small donation.  The family get most of their income from tourism now, hence the old corn crop I suppose. Their sons follow us like puppy dogs, watching us closely, circling around us offering all types of tourist bangles, key chains and the like. The girls were more reserved and shyer. I bought some cloth bracelets for my 3 grandchildren back home and donated well to the father directly, and he smiles appreciably. The family all group together like its well-rehearsed and wave us good bye simultaneously.

All aboard again and we all enjoy the much higher mountains, some snow-capped from the view of our windows. The scenery is majestic to say the least. The bus now winds further up steeper hills for the next 45mins and then into a narrower road and under the overhead sign welcoming everyone to Quilotoa; with an elevation of 3,914m/ 12,841ft. The village is small, clean and many buildings and homes are being constructed and/ or refurbished. The walk down to the crater lake is free of charge however, the community imposes a village entrance fee of $2USD/ person that goes towards community improvements so we pass this onto our guide while hopping off the bus. The air hits hard with the icy wind chill especially when the bus was so warm. The guide shows us our restaurant and meeting place for lunch later as we stroll past the many side market shops. We are quick to see the quality of their goods are so much better than what we have seen elsewhere and well-priced.

Quilotoa (Spanish Kilo,to,a) is rare in so many ways. Firstly, Quilotoa means ‘Water Filled Caldera’. The village of the same name is located precisely on the crater rim and is now tourism based with quaint hotels and bars built in better, more modern construction than the village area. Not sure about living directly on the edge of an active volcano though. The volcano is the most western in the Andes mountain range and the Caldera itself is 3klms/ 2 miles in diameter at its widest point and now filled with emerald coloured water from minerals present some 250m / 820ft deep. The last eruption was some 739years ago in 1280AD after a dormancy period of some 14,000 years. The eruption was in a catastrophic scale and lava reached the Pacific Ocean, some 200klms away.

From Wikipedia: A Caldera is a large cauldron-like hollow that is formed when a violent eruption of magna, or lava, leaves a gigantic empty chamber underground. The land above drops into this empty chamber and in Quilotoa’s case an inland lake eventuates. A crater, however is almost always a vent for volcanic activity.

We are directed downhill towards an unassuming timber stairwell, some 2m wide between market shops and the guide talks more about being careful with our steps and to say he will talk more when we get to the viewing platform shortly.

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Coming off the 25m long timber stairwell there is a large group of people standing around blocking the area so the guide finds a spare area to the left on the viewing platform. OMG!!!!! What is before us is the most incredible view and we are blessed with a sunny day (no wind at the moment from entering the crater) however, clouds form above. Most of us have overlooked the guide was lecturing us on the crater’s history; such was the view before us. The guide understands this and now repeats his talk, much to our delight. The above historical information was in his talk however, he advises us of the timeframes and stamina needed to walk down & up the crater walk making sure we understand the protocols of sharing the trek route with donkeys and horses. For a cost of $10USD you can hire a donkey/ horse for those that find the trek too tough.

We are left to our own devices now so Scott is super keen as usual and Dad staying with him noting I am much better going downhill. The trek does need concentration with your footsteps for the awkwardness of sands, gravels and rocks with stone walls along its perimeter. Added to this is the close ‘contact’ you have with the numerous donkeys/ horses with their accompanying handlers. Believe me, there is not much room on the trek route and sometimes it is best to climb onto the 600mm high man-made rock walls or them to pass by. Surprisingly, the animals are extremely cautious and avoid the trekkers with precision and care. Really amazing to witness this. Also, when the donkeys need a breather they abruptly turn sideways and partially block the route until they are ready, or their handlers get more vocal. They certainly know when to rest.

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We take our time traversing downwards in a winding pathway of the 280m vertical descent, taking in the varying views of the crater lake. It is a view you could sit for hours soaking it in. I take note of the volumes of people obtaining the assistance of the donkeys/ horses plus the strained faces of the trekkers scrambling up the trek route. Some people are really struggling however, quite a few a far from fit. Some are obese and much older age but nonetheless, everyone is struggling.

We reach the crater lake surface quite comfortably, noting the large amount of donkeys/ horses still ready for hire. This area does allow very basic camping however, you must bring everything to do so (no shops here). One toilet exists too. Walking off the end of the trek route you come to a small sandy beach and a couple of operators hiring out kayaks to venture out to the laguna (Lagoon/ lake). Scott & I secure a kayak for 3,000 $Pesos ($6AUD) noting tourists pay higher. Our guide looks after all our backpacks while most of us head towards the kayaks.

You have the option of swimming in the laguna however it seems to be quite rare at this time of year. The water is almost freezing and I get the intense water shock when I used the paddle (water was inside the handle & leaking out) … My God!! that’s cold running down my sleeve to my upper body. Brrr!! With the shock over I carefully paddled in sync with Scott and we venture out as far as we can reminding ourselves of the timeline required. It was the most incredible feeling being on this magical water and noticing the tiny bubbles of sulphur reaching through the water surface and into the air. The bubbles are too small to notice any smells of sulphur so that’s a relief. We do the largest possible circuit, taking in the scenery and the huge crater walls totally surrounding us.

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We notice other horses & donkeys are grazing in their serenity over in the crater’s pastures oblivious to the hundred or so people exploring the crater and its lake at the beach side. Apart from the beach area there is virtually no opportunity to venture out of the kayak due to the sheer vertical walls of the crater. It seems just a few minutes and our paddle was over, and Scott couldn’t believe where the time went. He was really connected with this place, and to me, I was as well but I had other thoughts too, like, if the volcano ‘burped’ it was all over for us, in an instant. Obliteration .. to everything.

Time is upon us and we must now start the winding 280m vertical incline which probably equates to around 1klms of winding pathway, and Scott is certainly ready for food up at the top. I jumped in first and ‘allowed’ Scott to venture up on his own as it would be easy for him to see my progress following him and there are plenty of people about; plus our Guide is walking mostly with me, hence he can enjoy things on his own. Scott is off in a flash .. “see ya Dad”! Gone in a flash!! .. love you son! … as he paces away without another thought.

In adjusting my backpack and taking my first 10 or so steps towards the pathway I look up to see our Las Vegas friend, (so ashamed I can’t remember her name), taking her position on the saddle of a horse and laughing hysterically. She explained and was bewildered how I missed her first attempt just a few seconds ago. She was helped up by the horses’ handler and she rolled straight off the saddle to the other side, hit the sand and rolled down into the small swale some metres away. She dusted herself off, laughed herself silly and climbed back on. It must have hurt too, but she took it so well we all laughed profusely. Her male friend on the bus was already on his horse and he too, joined in. She said looking at the pathway there is no way she could handle the walk up, $10USD well spent she said. Totally forgetting taking photos … arrgh!!!

There is virtually no breeze within the crater and the sun is quite warm now, so it will take good management on the exertion and water replenishment to reach the top. The guide said it could take me 1hr 20mins to reach the top after I advised him of my incline history. The pathway is now quite full with people, donkeys and horses so I must look ahead and behind to avoid collision factors. Several times I had to jump up onto the side rock walls to allow the horses and mules unobstruction.  These times were a great opportunity for respite which was gratefully received. It was strenuous at times trying to gain footholds in the sand which was most of the way. The photos don’t accurately show the strength required to get to the top but of course with little steps you reach the summit in good form. Before leaving the crater, we arrive at the viewing platform again & take the last look below and beyond to create a living photo in our memory banks, such a sight to behold with different outcomes with the cloud cover and then pure sunlight in between. My phone confirmed I did the trek up in 1hr 18mins so that was a great result.

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Reaching the top of the timber staircase Scott was waiting patiently and full of congrats for his Dad completing the trek however, he was bitterly chilled as he explains they had a complete cloud come through the village which resembled a thick fog with the temperature plummeting. It lasted for some 10minutes then disappeared as quickly as it came. Being on the viewing platform at the time the cloud effect went totally unnoticed. Passing the small merchandise shops and to the restaurant we find the inside is very hot and in full occupancy so it takes us a while to gain two seats and to be served some well-earned food; soup first. Within minutes of placing our cutlery down we are ushered out to the bus for the return journey. Scott rushes out to purchase a beanie he was looking at prior and he was so pleased he found enough time to do so. It was the best quality beanie he has ever worn and I do consider him an expert on this. He has more than several.

We were unaware at the time that you can do “The Quilatoa Rim Loop Hike” also free of charge that takes you around the complete rim of the crater. Scott & I would have loved to have done this as well but obviously that would be another day we did not have.  The Rim Hike takes some 4-5hrs and is very rugged for 8-10klms and provides a continuous view of the crater, lake below and the hinterland outside of the crater. It is noted it is best to do the trek, counter clockwise so that you do the higher inclines when you are fresher. The highest rim part is at 3,915m/ 12,845ft located on the SE side. For this trek you must take a lot of water, snacks and factor in all types of weather as you can have the 4 seasons in one day. Take extreme care and let people know you are on this trek in case something goes astray. Fitness and common sense are paramount. No doubt the views would be magnificent.

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The return bus journey was much quieter with a few trekkers catching some sleep plus the guide is sitting with the driver for a while. We know we have about 2.5hrs of normal driving to get to Quito but we are advised to allow another 30-40mins for peak hour closer to the city. Looking at the weather I believe we left exactly at the right time with darkening clouds following us. The sun is now blocked out. I am not that relaxed due to the bus speed and the steep inclines of the mountain road which is wet and appears to be very slippery. Not a good feeling at all.

A little later our guide steps out of his front seat and speaks to me advising the bus driver will be dropping us off at the same place we joined the trek yesterday morning in the city. I said that is what we were told originally so all is good with only a few city blocks to walk back to our hotel, Hump Day Hostel. Within seconds of discussing this with us, the guide says “Bueons Tardes, travel safe”, the bus stops and the guide quickly hops off, now that we have reached his village of Pujili. No-one expected that sudden departure.

Getting back onto the highway the food places are all waving their flags vigorously to notify they are open and wishing travellers to stop. The only stopping we were doing was to refill the bus with diesel. The service station employs several people to do the pump operation and when it is busy, they are holding huge bundles of cash by not getting back into the office. The law here states all persons must alight from the bus while it is being fuelled so we are all ushered to the boundary some 3m from the bus. So much for full safety being that short of distance. We can’t believe how cold it had become and can’t wait to get back into our warm bus. We have at least another hour to go and crawling along.

Back onto the bus and now it starts to rain. You can almost set your watch to rain here; such is the time of the season. Darkness is well upon us and at 6.30pm we stop at a section of Quito we have not seen before. No people around but plenty of flashing signs indicating numerous bars and nightclubs. Everyone says hurried good byes and alights except Scott & myself. Several minutes transpire when the bus driver in broken English says quite roughly “get off bus!!”. I tried to enforce we are to be dropped off at our set point in the Historical Centre and not here; wherever this is. He rings someone on his mobile and hands me it to talk to someone else. The person insists we must get off the bus and it is not their problem due to being another company. Stating my obvious disgust, we depart the bus into the now pouring rain and hurry into an open area of the closest tavern.

We are immediately greeted by 2 young gorgeous ladies working the front area of the bar enticing us for drinks. Scott & I are not as angry now, seeing we have great looking company .. typical males .. I know! My phone is very low on available data so one of ladies offers me free WiFi so I can see where we are using Google Maps. We appear to be in the night party area some 10klms away from the Historical Centre and our hostel. Both of us aren’t keen to stay in this night area so it takes about 10mins or more before we see a taxi or two and I physically had to rope one down to get the driver’s attention. Upon opening the taxi door, we wave and smile at the young lady and wish her well. She reciprocates accordingly. After a bit of broken English, the taxi driver works out where have to go. Fingers crossed. Luckily, I took a phone screenshot of the map prior.

Again, the Historical Centre streets are blocked off still for Easter so we had to move swiftly for quite a few blocks in the drizzle to get to the hostel and on the way, we are wondering where we can have dinner. Everything looks deserted and no one around. With absolute huge relief our favourite eatery, next door to the hostel is open. Bonus! We enter and order food first before even considering entering the hostel. We greet the lady like a family member we have not seen for ages (operates this little shop totally on her own). With glorious food again, we depart and enter the hostel with another warm greeting and straight to our room for hot showers and well-earned sleep. No fuss; “buenas noches” .. good night.

Late tomorrow, we head to Santiago Chile, so I’ll leave that day and others to my next blog. Many thanks for your time and in reading my blogs and feel free to leave any comments below. I trust you may feel the magic of exploring the volcanoes. A whole different level of trekking that can be addictive. Reflecting upon the treks we did recently we went near the Everest Base Camp altitude of 5,380m/ 17,600ft which trekkers fly into Lukla Airport at 2,860m/ 9,412ft. Quito & Cusco airports were higher at 3,400m and Rainbow Mountain (Peru) was at 5,031m & Cotopaxi Volcano Glacier (Ecuador) height, not the top, was at 5,000m. One off the hardest thing was my missing GoPro so not enough pictures and videos taken.

My Five Days of Escape                                                                                                     10^th July 2019

It is July and well into Winter now and our house is up for sale but no one is venturing out so my brother (Kerry) & I decided to do our previous annual trip back into our homeland primarily for the Grafton July Racing Carnival (Horse Racing). It was purely an escape, as the last 2 months since arriving back from my fantastic South American treks has been a survival of being in limbo. Doing little or nothing is very hard. I had missed the previous 2 or 3 racing carnivals so this time was opportune.

I still have South American blogs to do however, I thought I would like to interject the routine and share some of my recent homeland encounters, albeit I should have taken more photos of course.

My brother and I live on the Gold Coast in Queensland Australia and our birth city is Grafton, a city in the Northern Rivers region of New South Wales some 3hrs of car travel heading south along the Pacific Highway currently in a major replacement programme. Can’t wait for the highway to be fully operational where it will be dual lanes all the way to Sydney some 1,000klms away.

Grafton is a city of some 19,000 people and 33,000 if you combine the outer areas and historically the major city hub founded in 1851. The city is world renowned for having approx. 2,000 purple flowering Jacaranda trees of blooms that eventually fall to the ground creating a sea of purple. The city is divided by the mighty Clarence River, Australia’s largest east coast river system starting from Mt Lindsay in Queensland forming Grafton and South Grafton. The river has the most number & the largest inland river islands in the world plus the largest island, Woodford Island, is the only one in the world to also have a mountain range on it.

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Ferries were first used to cross the Clarence River at Grafton with one of the longest Bascule bridges constructed in the same year as the Sydney Harbour Bridge in 1932. It is heritage listed and accommodates a railway line underneath the road bridge and a section has a wind-up system to allow large yachts to pass under.  A new bridge is being constructed 70m away at a cost of $240Mil and will be completed early 2020. I am strongly against this bridge location as it will cause too many issues for Grafton. I issued 6 written submissions in the approval phase but ultimately the politicians & co already had their decision secretly decided. Wait till Grafton residents wake up.

Grafton celebrates many events throughout the year including, but not limited to:

The Jacaranda Festival in the last week of October which is the oldest flora festival in Australia dating from 1935 with some Jacarandas being first planted back in 1879.

The July Racing Carnival, the richest non-metropolitan carnival in Australia originating in 1910 with race days of Thursday, Sunday, Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday. The main race days are The Ramornie Cup on Wednesday & The Grafton Cup the next day on Thursday.

The Bridge to Bridge water skiing powerboat race in October. A fast trip downriver to Maclean and the finish line back in Grafton.

The Big Trucking Weekend Parade also in October

The Grafton Show in April/ May

By the time we decided to go to the July Racing Carnival every motel and pub was fully booked out (there are a lot of motels & pubs) so our Plan B was to book an ensuite unit at our cousin’s backpackers’ resort at Yamba some 40klms from Grafton (YHA Yamba Backpacking Resort). Yamba is located on the mouth of the Clarence River and it such a great location we very rarely tell anyone about it. More on Yamba later just for you but don’t tell anyone.

We awake on Wednesday pre-dawn, pack the van and head to Yamba stopping at the Chindera BP Service Station for a pitstop breakfast. We note all the new Pacific Highway roadworks and bridgeworks along the way. Alas, not much of it has been opened yet so it remains a rough drive on the old road and lots of 60 and 80klm/hour speed limits. Ultimately, and with road patience, we approach the completed but not yet opened giant Harwood Bridge over a wide span of the Clarence River. The construction of this bridge was amazing. Immediately, at the end of the old bridge still in service we turn left & then right (under the giant new bridge land spans) to Yamba Road. Some 15mins later, we enter the village of Yamba and check into the Backpackers. Rapid “Hello’s” to all and we dress into our suits and head into Grafton in time before the first race on Ramornie Day.

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Due to further roadworks towards Grafton and the new Grafton bridge construction debacle we cleverly decide to travel the back road through the village of Lawrence and take the ferry over the Clarence River thereby enabling us to avoid the construction areas and enter from the northside and straight to the race course. A very wise decision. The ferry was an added bonus and so many miss out on this unique form of transport. The ferry is large enough for semi-trailers and buses and still room for cars and it runs 24/7.

We arrive with plenty of time before the first race. Met up with plenty of cousins including a very dear cousin and her husband who have the naming rights sponsor of the Grafton Cup (G McMullan Contracting) who generously provided ticket bands to the Member’s Stand and bar area which includes entry fees for the next day too. We’ve won already and not a race started yet. This day is a perfect winter’s day .. more like Spring actually. We have been at the races previously with rain, freezing 20knot Westerly winds and it becomes freezing conditions. The poor jockeys in silks too.

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My brother is in betting form however, I’m more the socialising person seeking out cousins and friends and possibly lose my voice at night’s end. By the time a race is won and the return to the back behind the stands for the sun and more socialising it’s time for another race and so it goes. All of a sudden, the last race is over and we find ourselves in the Member’s bar and too late to venture back down to the public area to say good-byes as the authorities shut the bars almost simultaneously to the last race conclusion. Ridiculous Liquor Laws in place. The Member’s Bar is allowed to continue for another hour or 2, hence more socialising and last beers for the population. I’m driving back to Yamba so my alcohol intake is minimal and legal, of course.

We originally planned to have dinner at a pub before heading back to Yamba however, with the famous State of Origin Rugby League series decider on TV at 8pm, we travelled back and arrived 5mins before the start of the game. Such precision; and our cousin, Shane was able to get a great dinner for us from their in-house restaurant. Another win on top of the New South Wales team winning the decider against Queensland. Another win!! What a day. Now to see the World Cup Cricket Semi-Final between England and Australia. OK .. we can’t keep winning … Australia failed miserably and England now off to the final.

Thursday; and the alarm awakes us and with urgency we both get ready and have our breakfasts with backpackers from all parts of the globe. It can be a bit trying to back up again the next day after a huge race day; but someone has to do it. We both check our suits and ties are up to standard and order two coffees to go and hit the road again towards the Lawrence Ferry and to Grafton racecourse for another full day.

The weather again is stunning but there is a southerly coming up and lasts for about 2 hours thank you. Freezing breeze at best. Again, plenty of cousins and friends to catchup with and loads more people arriving, as this is Cup Day. The track is rated a “Soft 9” so a lot of punters finding it hard to gain winners on Ramornie Day however, they rock up again to try out their new found wisdom and form analysis. The day fly’s past at a rate of knots and the 2^nd last race (R7) of the day is the Grafton Cup at 2350m.

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The crowd fills the two grandstands plus the front lawn areas and the announcer informs us of our National Anthem is now due. A local singer (singing between races) is now called upon but wants a choir behind him to make it authentic. For the thousands of voices at the ready the anthem is sung with loud gusto!!! What a great feeling and result and ultimate love of our great country; the horses are loaded into the barrier ready for the race.  With the race set at 2,350m the horses start down the straight in front of the huge roar of the crowd and then continue to do a full lap of the circuit and finish in front of the grandstands again. Sacred Day, a New Zealand horse is the winner with finally a local jockey, Ben Looker, on board. My cousin, Mr & Mrs G McMullan are involved in the presentation held out the front of the winning post in full view of everyone. Such a great occasion.

The winning jockey, Ben Looker accepts his trophy and when the ceremony is finished; like a racehorse he races towards the mounting yard, changes his silk shirt & cap and immediately mounts another horse and sets out to the barriers just in time. How do these jockeys do such work? After the last race we are back into the Member’s Bar meeting another cousin (more like a sister), Annette and her friends where we join them later at a reserved table in the Grafton Hotel in Fitzroy St for a fabulous dinner. One of the friends at the dinner was a lady I last saw in school a very long time ago. Kerry was later at the bar catching up with a school friend of his who is such a character. An indigenous soul who plays a lot of local music and also a relative of Troy Casser Daley. We finally arrive back safely at Yamba at 10.45pm. What a day!!!

We have 3 full days of recovery now at Yamba thanks to Annette’s upcoming 60^th birthday on Sunday for lunch at Ulmarra near Grafton to celebrate with more friends and cousins. The weather is starting to turn cloudy and a lower temperature, so I use the recovery day and walk some 4klms around parts of the lovely beachside of Yamba while Kerry is at the local Golf Club with another cousin and his friends. Kerry, not bringing his golf clubs due to an ongoing back injury.

Yamba is one of those special places where we try not to promote it as it is becoming more popular and housing a lot more expensive. Terrible place we say. Walking around Yamba is quite simple if you stay on the level ground where the main street (Yamba St), Clarence River and Turner’s Beach is. The walk to Main Beach and headland, well that’s a different story. Very steep hills leading off the main street, that on your first attempt causes some major lung activity and cardio work. These streets are High St, Coldstream St, Convent Ln, Beach St and coming from the west is Clarence St. Once you navigate these streets to reach Clarence St the views at the ‘summit’ are well worth the walk.

There is a large park area including tennis courts, restaurants and further down a carpark & access road to Main Beach. This area of sloping grass is where my cousins set up the giant slide for the backpackers every Xmas Day to show how Aussies go “nuts”. They use a product from the Harwood Sugar Mill & the speed they get on that slippery plastic film is insane. Heading down to Main Beach you will find one of the oldest surf clubhouses’ in the world (Yamba Surf Club), plus an ocean swimming pool nearby, both located directly on the sands of Main Beach. The clubhouse now occupies a fabulous kiosk run by the immortal Andre’, a former backpacker who fell in love with the place. The Kiosk Yamba is perfect on any day really but especially a Winter’s day being protected from the cold westerly winds. It’s a bit of a walk down there but well worth it and Andre’s food is sensational.

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Back to the headland you will find the Pacific Hotel built in 1934. It is possibly the best located pub in Australia with magnificent views of the Pacific Ocean, Main Beach and the mouth of the Clarence River along with the lighthouse. The pub is upgrading their accommodation rooms there too plus they have an excellent restaurant. In the main drinking and eating area there is a wall of large B&W photos of yesteryear that are truly amazing of days past.

Walking North along Pilot St you will find the Lighthouse Captain’s residence and Pilot Station with a scaled down replica of the original lighthouse behind it (originally built 1866 and later demolished) plus walking out to the headland you can see the current operational lighthouse built in 1955 replacing another poorly located lighthouse built in 1880 and manned till 1920. From the lighthouse you have magnificent views of the mighty Clarence River mouth and its two outreach bar walls. The Yamba side one is now fully bitumen sealed to provide a great walk or cycle ride out into the ocean. Near the lighthouse is a frequent spot used for weddings. A friend had their wedding there and 2 whales came right up close to the shore. What a sight!! Once the visit of the lighthouse is completed you can find a short walking trail down to Turner’s Beach which offers great surfing and family beach activities along with bbq areas and a rocky outlook to climb. At dusk most days a pod of dolphins come in to show friendship.

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Away from Turner’s Beach you can see more carparks where the weekly Farmer’s Markets are held on a Wednesday and out from there is Whiting Beach which is formed from the Clarence River, not the ocean. Great for boat mooring, paddle boarding & sailing. Venturing further on to the south you can see the Old Gorman’s Seafood Restaurant which is derelict now until the local indigenous group decide what to do with it. Directly behind Gorman’s is the estuary from the Clarence River plus the Calypso Caravan Park where I have camped there at Christmas holidays for some 22 years or so. This caravan park is entered via the main street, Yamba St. There is a wide concrete pathway between this park and the estuary which was originally the tram lines for the quarry trucks when building the river walls out to the ocean from Angourie back in the 1890s. The caravan park area used to be the estuary until it was filled in after the quarry/ rock wall works were completed early 1900s.

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I continue along the walkway for about a kilometre passing the caravan park, sailing boats and Coast Guard vessels, Iluka Ferry wharf where it is a meandering journey to the other side of the river to Iluka (another sleepy village with a famous historical pub). Adjacent to the wharf is another large park where the monthly markets are held and then up to Kay Cottee’s Marina (She sailed around the world solo, non-stop & unassisted in 1988) where I stumble upon a huge fishing vessel moored and about to depart. The size is unbelievable looking at its twin hulls and twin exhaust pipes. Apparently, a family own it out of Port Macquarie some 200klms away.

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To avoid suburbia, I do a u turn at the roundabout that can also take you to another famous beachside village called Angourie some 4klms away. It is a famous surf beach with the best right-hand point break in Australia according to world best surfers. The owner of Billabong has a very elaborate house there. Also, at Angourie, are the famous rock pools some 50m from the crashing Pacific Ocean. They were the quarries for the headwall construction in Yamba and overnight the quarry had punctured an underground spring and they both filled up with fresh water leaving all the mining equipment at the bottom (a long way down). They are called the Blue Pool & Green Pool (slight algae colour). Here, almost everyone would scale the surrounding cliff faces and jump into them (25m+ high). Not, & never me. Friends of mine own and operate a beautiful restaurant close by called Barbaresco at Angourie and must not be missed. Absolutely superb!

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From this roundabout I walk along the incoming Yamba Road passing the large bowls club and then turning right to enter the Golf Club on the other side of the cricket/ rugby ground and skate park. Called into to see Kerry and all is good so I continue to walk the streets past the Yamba Museum (Not to be missed) and then return back to my cousins’ Yamba Backpackers and chill out in their public café space and review the photos I took. Again, should have taken more so I may use some of my previous photos with this blog.

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This backpacker resort has already won several awards and is quite unique having multiple room options on Level 1, separate backpacker kitchen, lounge and outdoor area on Level 2, Manager’s residence on Level 2, in house commercial laundry, carpark at the rear, public restaurant and a convention area on Level 3. It is also unique in that it is owned and operated by my cousin and his wife plus the 2 sons & their wives. The 3^rd son is married and live in England. A real family affair that the backpackers truly love, hence they stay as long as possible. The backpacker resort really started getting Yamba kicking and becoming more vibrant. The Greyhound buses now venture in for travellers since then. Shane, the eldest son conducts a surfing school plus Shane’s Tour which is world famous and a must do.

Saturday came and was much the same .. another walk (to keep some fitness), talk to cousins and friends, write some blog material .. all low key of course.

Sunday comes; and in speaking to Andre’ the other day I said I would come down for a coffee to experience the added warmth of Main Beach in Winter time around 10am. Kerry is keen too, and he was confident of walking up the steepest hill (Coldstream St, past the movie theatre) to the Yamba Pub and walk down the cranked pathway adjacent that takes you down to the surf club at Main Beach. Andre’ was right; it was warmer and lots of happy people all enjoying their breakfasts and coffee. Even Shane & his family were there (a bit of a rare outing for them) and it was a surprise for us to catchup with them. Andre’ looked after us as per usual however, he didn’t organise the whales too well. There were none to be seen from sea level. Maybe from the outlook above at the pub you could see them.

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We arrive right on time at 12.30pm. Cousins, Aunts and friends abound but of course Annette has the record for always being late. She is one of a few that has the least amount of travelling to do, coming from Grafton. The pub caters well for the weekend trade with outdoor seating and food/ liquor handy and it is in full swing with so many customers. The outdoor area abuts the river shoreline and the river was calm and of mirror glass which to me is quite unusual as I’ve never seen it this way in this part of the river. Down further towards Maclean, yes where they do row boat training and races but not here. It is a great afternoon and the time surely flies. Good byes are soon upon us and we return back to Yamba. On the way, I said to Kerry I think we just broke the law? We had been at the pub for 5+hrs and not one drink was had. Surely, that’s a law not to be broken!

Monday, is now here and we find ourselves kicking and screaming leaving Yamba, knowing we have to return home however, remembering a conversation yesterday I make a phone call to our Aunty & Uncle in Alstonville whether they are up for a visit knowing Uncle is not too well. I had hoped they would have been there at the lunch. All is good for a visit so we do the detour about 1hr up the highway near Ballina. Aunty has a wonderful soup on the table (food always present there) and some 5hrs later after talking ourselves silly, we are on the road again.

We note, the people we know along the highway and commented if we called into everyone, we wouldn’t be home till late tomorrow. Another time then. We arrive home at 7.30pm after some pickups of groceries at a local store to find the house hadn’t missed us. Darkness and a cold house.

All in all, we managed to have a great 5 days away in paradise so now we buckle down until our house sells then we can return to paradise permanently … soonish I hope.

Footnote:

Photo 1 Onboard the Lawrence Ferry adjacent to a semi trailer

Photo 2 Grafton’s Bascule Bridge with railway under. Far end is the lifting area for yachts to pass through. The new bridge is 70m on the other side and the same height as the railway so no yachts can access this part of the river now.

Photo 3 Jacaranda Festival street photo

Photo 4 The new giant Harwood Bridge next to the existing one dwarfing it which has a lifting panel for yachts so the new bridge is set at that height.

Photo 5 Race 1 parade. Note, sign at rear for G McMullan Contracting sponsor

Photo 6 Grafton Cup presentation with my cousin, her husband and daughter with jockey, Ben Looker.

Photo 7 Grandstand Photo around the anthem just before the Grafton Cup. Photo from local Federal Member Kevin Hogan MP. Note; Kerry & I at right-hand side.

Photo 8 Backpackers slippery slide at Xmas

Photo 9 Current lighthouse on the headland

Photo 10 Yamba side headwall with new bitumen seal

Photo 11 The Estuary behind ex-Gorman’s restaurant building

Photo 12 Pelicans awaiting their friends for supper on Calypso’s marina

Photo 13 Coast Guard vessels. Note, fisherman in between trying to get the big fish under

Photo 14 Huge fishing vessel from Port Macquarie

Photo 15 The estuary looking back towards the Calypso & Gorman’s building

Photo 16 Turner’s Beach with headwall behind

Photo 17 Turner’s Quarry area with surf behind this natural wall. Sometimes huge waves splash over.

Photo 18 The two headwalls stretching out to the ocean from the Clarence River mouth

Photo 19 Mangroves in a small estuary near the roundabout at Yamba Road

Photo 20 Information sign at the Iluka Ferry wharf

Photo 21 Pelicans having dinner now their friends have arrived

Photo 22 Pilot’s Captain’s residence, with water tank and lighthouse repca behind located near the current lighthouse on the headland

Photo 23 View of Main Beach with surf club almost visible. Wedding being setup

Photo 24 Photo taken from the balcony of the Pacific Hotel with surf club under & ocean pool in background.

Photo 25 Halfway down Coldstream St looking towards the backpackers on the left (3 storeys) after crossing the main street. I can stand at this roundabout and literally walk to 5 beaches including a river beach (Whiting Beach) plus Golf course, Bowling Club, shops, pub and parks. Don’t use my car virtually.

Photo 26 Looking south along Main Beach from Andre’s kiosk showing ocean pool in background

Photo 27 Looking north along Main Beach from Andre’s kiosk showing lighthouse in background

Photo 28 Rear of Ulmarra Pub with Annette’s party under the pergola

Photo 29 Clarence River view from rear of Ulmarra Pub

Photo 30 Inside the Yamba Backpackers showing the video slide of previous backpacking highlights at Yamba. Definitely worth a watch.

Ecuador Volcano Trekking – Day 1                                                    20^th April 2019

Please click onto the photos to get the true scenery landscape. COTOPAXI VOLCANO

I booked this trek back in October 2018 as my eldest son Scott was seeking out the high adventure thrills and pushing the envelope. Suffice to say, he offered far more extreme adventures that was high above normality. He has always wanted to experience a volcano plus an earthquake. Considering my safer side and within my capabilities I sought out a reasonable volcano trek, leaving any earthquakes up to Mother Nature. Back in 1973 I experienced a tremor, so no thanks to any earthquakes let alone a volcano ‘burp’.

There are 92 volcanoes in Ecuador so there is no way in seeing every one of these. Ecuador, I believe is rather awkward for travelling around especially when you leave the larger cities. In addition, anywhere along its land borders there are lots of warnings of uprisings, kidnappings and more serious crimes. This is confirmed through a valuable and informative safety friend www.smarttraveller.com.au an Australian Government website where you can also register your trips and each traveller.

I believe I found the most popular and best for access and sightseeing for volcanoes are 2 of the most active volcanoes in the world. Yikes!!! Looking at a few tours I decided to use a “2day – Andes Adventure Tour” from Ecuatraveling www.ecuatrave[inq.com at a cost of $140/ person USD. This includes, pickup from nearest designated spot to our hotel, full bus transportation to all tour locations and return back to your pickup location, prescribed tours, bilingual guide, breakfast and lunch at Chaupi Community Village, mountain bikes & helmets for the optional bike ride down from Cotopaxi carpark, overnight farm lodge stay and breakfast plus lunch at Quilotoa Village. Dinners are excluded on both days. Additional snacks and drinks are excluded also. Cotopaxi has its own micro-climate and the weather in the area is very unpredictable, so make sure your clothing attire is correct. In addition, Cotopaxi last erupted in 2015 (medium eruption). We leave our large backpacks overnight in our room at Hump Day Hostel and just cater for the overnight farm resort stay using our daypacks.

With all the above now sorted and confirmation from the tour operator all is a go!!! Hang on!! Now they have changed the pickup location at the last minute. Our reception worked it out and then did their best to describe the location. Apparently, it is a park heading South & East to Guayaquil St (another main arterial road) about 1.5klms away from the hostel. It is early dawn and we follow the rough directions given and stumble across a paved area with some landscaping .. is this the park? .. or is it the landscaping trees type that looks like is up the hill some 150m away? Signage is very average too, however we spot a couple of ‘suspicious’ looking trekkers and they too are confused. I approach them but no English even though they were trekking by their paperwork from a different company. We are approached by a trekker, but again, a different company so I pointed towards the young girls on his same trek. Are you getting the feeling of frustration now? We have it Big Time! Another young lady arrives and asks us in English “is this where we get picked up for the volcano tour”? Her paperwork matches ours however she has a building name for the location spot. I look up to see the smallest of all signs stating the required building name. Yay!!! All is good.

A mini bus pulls up with bikes on board .. this looks like us. The guide checks the log book .. we are not on it, a different company … arghh!!!!  He makes a phone call and finds out our bus is 5 mins away .. which proves to be true. Such a relief to be on board at 7.40am and getting the commentary from the guide in 3 languages. We are on our way!!! The bus only waited 3mins and two people did not arrive in time so they will miss out and not receive a refund. So wrong with this attitude and no customer focus. Otherwise, we would have had a completely full bus of some 20 trekkers.

We wind out around several streets, much like departing Cusco and participating into a bit of peak hour traffic. The guide quickly tells a little about himself, skates over his name and shows his excitement and passion to the passengers then by pointing we each take a turn in identifying ourselves to the rest of the bus. As soon as I mentioned we were Australians there was a bit of a cheer that took us by surprise. Not long after the introductions we find ourselves on the Southern highway which is really a motorway with toll charges. It is 3 lanes in both directions and is only a year or two old. One of the frequent sites we see along the motorway are people waving all types of flags from the road gutters. The guide informs us the cafes and restaurants of all sizes are advertising to motorists they are open for business and trying to wave down customers. The other sites noted were various groups of men waiting for day work pickups. Not everyone has vehicles and work is tight and on both sides of the motorway we are bordered by the huge Andes mountain range, some with snow caps, others not.

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An hour down the motorway we take a risky right hand turn off to the community of Chaupi to a dirt bumpy road some 50m long. It is a very unassuming single storey garage type building. Outside there is an alpaca grazing, so Scott is already hooked but food to him was the huge priority now. We enter the building to very welcoming staff and a well fitted out restaurant and the food is quickly placed before us … timed to perfection. Our table is full of trekkers and the conversations quickly start (complete opposite to our Rainbow Trek experience in Peru). An American lady from Las Vegas admitted to cheering the loudest when I stated Australians as she wanted to converse with us and just loved our accents … confirms us Aussies have accents .. Haha!!! Everyone is happy with the food, juices and hot drinks and before long we are on the road once more. Time to cross the motorway again .. close your eyes & pray.

After another 30mins we come to a very large overpass and take the road to the West and some 30mins further again we enter the carpark, tourist centre and control point check at the altitude of 3,800mts to the Cotopaxi National Park. The guide insists we stay within the bus while he shows his list to the control point and to pay the entrance fees applicable. The carpark is quite full of cars and people however only 10mins have passed and we now proceed through the entrance gates of the Cotopaxi National Park.

Soon the bitumen road ceases and the volcanic rubble now forms the road passing the Limpiopungo Lagoon and winding up the ash-laden rutting roadway for about 20mins to the hillside carpark to an altitude of 4,600mts/ 15,091ft. The landscape bears its ashen looking appearance & baron to any heavy vegetation. Boulders the size of cars can be found, obviously spurted out far from the volcano. I think we could be on another planet such is the difference in outlook. We finally find a space for the bus and the guide says we have an option of traversing the volcano. Either the winding way or the more direct steeper way. Without even a blink he confirms we will take the winding way. No democracy here, I guess.

Cotopaxi Volcano at 5,897 meters (19,347 feet) makes the Cotopaxi one of the highest active volcanoes in the world! We cannot proceed to this maximum height as we would require snow/ ice boots, chains and Everest type equipment so we will conquer what we can, remembering the climate can change in a blink. Now everyone is accounted for and ready, we begin our climb. Scott is keen and starts directing our way to the winding path, leaving the guide at the rear of the group. It does not seem much now we are already at the carpark at 4,600mts and we are to climb to the Refuge above (Information and café post) at 4,800mts/ 15,748ft however, it is harder than what appears normal. You have to manage your breathing and the physical strain. I am forced to take regular but brief respites. Bloody inclines!!! Scott proceeds without even a gasp or raise a sweat. Wished he would at least show some sign of normality. I reckon he could run up this slope! The brochures and websites state it is a pleasurable climb to experience great views. ‘Pleasurable’ is a bit of a stretch. The pathway is a lot of zig-zags, so we walk possibly 3klms to obtain the 200mts vertical height. When I look upwards I see Scott some lanes above me .. I trust he looks down to make sure this ‘old’ man is still moving upwards. Haha!!

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The ‘pathway’ is just about navigable in showing the way around to the other side of the mountain. Twists and turns and small gullies for about 20mins, slush from the high above ice cap; and with a sudden steeper climb we are perched on a small ‘ridge’ with limited foothold and no room for seating, no rocks close by for comfort, just soil/ ash. Across the larger gully before us, stands the head of the glacier … the temperature drops slightly .. we can’t venture further, stopped by a sheer gully face. To be so close, yet so far in being able to physically touch this natural phenomenon. Just above us is the start of the ice caps at this altitude of 5,000mts/ 16,404ft. The sheer size of the ice thickness is astounding. Scott and I take in this special place for as long as possible and struggle to get good photos with clear vision. The guide is adamant we must return to the carpark however, we can now do this totally on our own; so without much ado we hit the pathway, now negotiating the next group of trekkers coming along this narrow ‘pathway’ making sure everyone is concentrating on their footsteps.

Returning to the café, the remainder of our group are seeking information of what we encountered … they were so pleased for us and I’m sure some of them made the correct decision to stay behind. Scott & I head back down to the carpark below, this time we tried the direct method in places and not doing the zig zag pathway. Our boots slightly sink into the loose ash … there is not much of a foothold obtained and without undue care you could gain some speed going down this steep slope and forced into a run. We make sure we do not cause erosion or slippage to the landscape and eventually retire back to the pathway when it straightens to the carpark.

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We are one of the first trekkers back (I can do the declines like a greyhound remember?) thinking we could get straight onto the bikes for the downhill run. Another 20mins later the rest of the group and guide arrive and he now commences a very detailed ‘over the top’ safety lecture on bike riding before getting the mountain bikes off the bus’s roof with the driver. I think the safety lecture put a few of our group off so there were a number staying with the bus. Picking out our helmets the guide selects our bikes as the seats were set at different heights. We adjusted our seats anyway, and once we were given the go ahead it was all systems a go!

The brochure said we would be riding mountain bikes down the terrain of the volcano when in fact we were just riding on the ashen road back down to the lagoon some 800mts below. Oh well, it is South America and a different experience to the bus. Despite the numerous small cross ruts in the road I managed to get up quite a speed which forced me to use the brakes wisely and in the correct fashion (back one first). Looking back, I have left Scott & others in my wake, so I stopped for them to arrive. Now I have finally found a weakness in Scott! He had a wrist injury some time back and with the constant jarring of the roadway and the use of the brakes he was really feeling it. Mind you, Scott does incredible fitness bar work, chin ups, levers, etc at his local gym which are mind blowing, yet this jarring is setting the old pain off again.

We have a fellow rider with us from Norway catching up to us, a young lady in her late twenties and she was quite friendly, eventually. Her name was a bit complicated to retain in my memory, which really disappoints me in my failure. She had a R2D2 (Star Wars) phone case which Scott found very pleasing. He thought he was the only Star Wars nerd. She is in Ecuador for a min 3 months community service volunteer which is almost concluded and she will soon visit Columbia. Upon her arrival at Quito she fainted at Customs and they put it down to High Altitude sickness. It is highly unusual to suffer at this altitude so there may be other influences for persons afflicted to look into. She is now in great health and to do this volcano is a real credit to her. She is a good bike rider also. Unfortunately, we could not be seated together on the return bus to expand the conversation.

The group and the bus now join us at Limpiopungo Lagoon for the loading of the bikes back onto the bus. We all converse into the experiences we had today and what lies ahead in our journey’s and within 15mins we are heading back to the Chaupi Community Village for a very late lunch. Stepping out of the bus we find a German Shepherd dog playing like a pup at the alpaca we saw this morning. It was so funny to watch as the alpaca showed no interaction at all but the soon-to-be mum dog was all over it. Such a comedy.

Inside the food was on time and delicious, we had the same USA lady at our table along with other trekkers now. So much to discuss and again time was limited. I had enough time though to see the craft table and bought a very well-priced Alpaca beanie. Such great things to buy but my backpack can only take so much. I was about to step onto the bus when Scott & I were taken aside. The guide advised us the van in the parking lot is to now take us to the nearby farm lodge for our overnight stay. Without any warning the bus starts up and we could only manage a polite wave to our fellow trekkers. This is not how I wanted to say good bye and future safe travels to our group.

A local villager shows us the van. His English matches our Spanish so it now becomes a silent ‘chat’. We follow the village road to the East and it goes on for say, 8klms. We are truly into the paddocks of farming and cabins and narrow roads. We have no idea what to expect. A right-hand turn through a flooded intersection, amongst the paddocks and then several buildings in the same colour of a dark cream form a community type arrangement on the left. It is soon realised this is our farm resort named Chuquiraqua Lodge & Spa, set into the hinterlands. Our original farm resort is currently in renovation so the tour operators secured this one for us and based upon appearances this seems to be an upgrade. A great blessing.

We are welcomed by a very friendly lady, Krystie, who manages the resort. She could not do anything more for us. She shows us our twin bed room to settle in and it is very cosy with the smallest of electric fan heater blaring away and the explains to us to meet back into the carpark to the large building for the restaurant and reception when we are ready. We check in with our passports and get ready for the dinner about 90mins away.

Scott & I use the Lounge WiFi, read the magazines and take in the pristine atmosphere such is the quality of this resort. Krystie calls us up to sit at the long table even though we were heading for the setting for two people. She says .. no worries using the big long table. Sitting down we notice a large family entering the restaurant who had checked in previously. They ask if they could sit with us and they insisted we stay at this table. They were from Germany and not everyone could speak English. Mother, Father, 2 sons with the boy’s grandmother and Aunt made up the family. The eldest son (about 19) had been in Quito for 6 months doing community volunteering and the family came out to see him before he headed to Columbia.  We had so much fun and laughter talking about each other’s experiences and dinner was over in a flash. They recluse to their unit straight after as they had an early wake up call for their tour the next day. We stayed, talking to the Swedish chef who is working at the resort for an extended time and he loves it here with all the fresh produce and ways of cooking. He offers us a special tea and dessert with pure honey and it was truly amazing. We note the time and reluctantly say good night and went to our unit ready for our early wakeup for the next day’s volcano tour. The night air becomes extremely cold so we didn’t waste time entering our unit.

My next blog outlines our 2^nd day trekking another special volcano. Stay tuned and many thanks for reading.

Exploring Quito – Ecuador Capital                                                        19^th April 2019

The alarm awakes us at 5.30am for an 8.06am flight with Avianca Airlines. Scott slumbers out but soon is in his stride and we are both ready to vacate precisely on time. Our resort, Wyndham Guayaquil have organised their free shuttle service for us although the driver is stuck in traffic so they procure a taxi for us free of charge. What a win! The airport is only a 10minute drive though along the nearby motorway but seems a lot shorter now we are conversing with the driver in English. When he’s talking there is a slight wish for him to watch the road ahead, his head turn to look at us in the back seat … there is less traffic now, so that’s a blessing.

The airport is abuzz with both interstate and international passengers and when checkout is done one must be vigilant in making sure you venture through the right areas, much like a cattle run. We are now leaving Guayaquil at sea level in Ecuador to Quito, the capital city of Ecuador at 2850m 9350ft and is the 2nd highest official capital city in the world & closest to the equator. Being at this elevation the weather is quite cool and still jacket and beanie climate. The capital city was previously called San Francisco de Quito in the current location of Colta, some 230klms South of present Quito.  A new capital city of Quito was later relocated to its current location & was refounded on Dec 6 1534 by 204 settlers and proclaimed a city on March 28th 1541. It now possesses approximately 3.1 million people. Since 1541 Quito has suffered many civil unrests right up to the early 1900s.

Avianca Airlines continues to be our favourite airline with no hassles and friendly service … plus price of course. Apparently, South America is renowned for delayed or cancelled flights. Arriving at Mariscal Sucre International Airport at Quito after a 1hour flight we organise and pre-pay (25K Pesos = $46AUD) a taxi inside the terminal which is by far the best and safest method of transfers in Sth America (buses and shuttle buses included). Our taxi is the dearest option however, I felt the need for a good service. Scott is not one for taking the backpacking shuttle buses, especially when the taxi trip will be 45mins for a 42klm journey to Quito. We encounter 3 issues, one being a touch of wonderful peak hour, 2^nd; very winding streets within Quito, 3^rd; it is Easter; Good Friday in fact, and a lot of the roads close to the historical square (Independence Square) are closed off so we are forced to skirt the barricaded streets to get close enough to our hotel, Hump Day Hostel located in Calle Venezuela St which runs past the square. The journey exceeded 1 hour however, the driver was most obliging and calm.

The people were out in force in the streets and so are the police and security personnel. Our taxi driver finally concedes this is the closest he can get us to our hotel so he lets us out in a narrow street and points to the direction we must take (North) and states 2 long blocks and it’s on the right. With the rain cascading onto the pavement and our twin backpacks fully loaded we scuttle through the crowds and keeping a close eye not slipping and on any signage. We cross the last set of barricades and walk down the hill. Using a keen eye and checking Google Maps we notice the small signage above the doorway. The entrance is a typical steel gate in front of a large timber door. Pressing the doorbell, the lock clicks and we enter into a sea of activity and colour and a loud confident welcome by Reception staff. It was a typical, quirky hostel where everyone is alive, carefree and happy.

Our room type (twin room with ensuite) is not used much so we are able to square away our backpacks early and to meet Reception again within 10 mins. No time to waste. One of the Reception staff/ guide is very welcoming, speaks English and has allowed everyone willing to come to his unit further up in the same street, Calle Venezuela St, to see the Quito Easter March; but we must hurry. Talk about a sprint South up into the crowds, turn right, then left, then left again, then right, down a hundred metres of Calle Venezuela St again through a small door, up a flight of stairs and out to a choice of 2 balconies.

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Eventually, the drumming music starts from a band up from the front line of marchers and the procession gets underway with different notifications of banners with Christian emblems and the like. They stroll through with a strong Police line leading the way. Amongst the marchers you can see in the distance large floats with statues and flowers and other decorations. As the slow walk continues there are an ever-increasing number of Jesus actors in dress, coloured in blood wounds and crown of thorns all carrying different sizes of crosses; some quite heavy too; practically far too heavy. Apparently, the more strenuous the effort, the more cleansed you become. We note each number of municipal and school drumming and brass bands at staged intervals within the marching groups provide similar versions of the same song for the entire march. A favourite song of mine ‘Sounds of Silence’ by Simon & Garfunkel however, no singing is forthcoming.

As we look to the right (South) the march is already 2 long blocks in length and as far as we can see to the North there is still purple in the distance. I think this will be one long march and now there are long pauses happening as similar road peak hour congestions happen. The floats come into view just when it starts raining; Jesus is not providing any sunshine and several women come out in droves loudly selling umbrellas and ponchos for sale. Talk about quick enterprise. No-one leaves the march, nor seems to be upset over it. Someone says Jesus is crying after seeing so many people showing their faith in this single event. Some of the floats are massive, all with elements of Jesus, the cross or the Virgin Mary in glass cabinets or carried by human bearers like the Romans or Egyptians did. There are portrayals of the Roman soldiers in full costumes whipping the Jesus characters, some of the marchers are whipping themselves with heavy red marks shown on their skin. All seems very full on.

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Scott and I stroll back slowly to the hostel North down Calle Venezuela St and stop at the Independence Square. We can’t take good photos due to the park area being fenced by temporary fencing and shadecloth. Such a shame this is required on such a beautiful area but can see the area must be protected from the volume of people present for Easter and also being a Government precinct. The park is formally called Plaza Grande and is the centre of Government with surrounding buildings including Carondelet Palace where the Government resides as well as the residence of the Ecuadorean President. In the square’s corner is the large Cathedral of Quito where it began its construction in 1562. Construction finally completed in 1806. It has a Spanish architectural feel and in brilliant white. Another ancient church within the historical centre is called The Church of El Sagrario.

In serious need for food we are told about the café next door to the Hump Day Hostel. There’s no signage; however, a woman runs this smallest of cafés totally on her own. The food is tremendous, along with the fresh juices. I think we have found our oasis. You cannot imagine how small this café is and with the smallest of tables and chairs. It offers so much character far beyond its size.

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Back to the street, the most domineering of all churches is the Basilica del Voto Nacional and is a longer walk up Calle Venezuela St to the South of the Independence Square located on a higher hill. It fills the view to the South (rear of the marching photos). This cathedral is huge at 140m (460ft) long x 35m (115ft) wide. Its dual spire height is 115m (377ft) so it certainly commands the scenic view. We went to this cathedral twice over Easter and it was closed the entire time. Inside this church up on the Sanctuary level is a very popular café and 14 large bronze images representing 11 apostles and 3 evangelists. In the crypt, there is a pantheon containing the remains of several heads of state. Visitors can pay a small fee and climb the stairs to the top of the towers for a beautiful view of Quito. That still leaves me bewildered as to why it is closed on its most sacred of weeks when everything else is basically open. The Basilica is still not finished in its completion; and in addition to this, has had some, say colourful history where on Good Friday 30th March 1877 Bishop of Quito, Jose’ Ignacio Checa y Barba was murdered with strychnine dissolved in the consecrated wine. Apparently, it was sanctioned by the start of The Freemasons against the Catholic religion. Politics would be my thoughts in not being too far away in this event.

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Looking to the North along Calle Venezuela St again, the other domineering sight is El Panecillo.  A hill in the middle west of Quito with an altitude of 3,016m/ 9,895ft and a huge white statue of the Virgin Mary where it can be seen in just about every location in Quito.

The historic centre of Quito has one of the largest, least-altered & best-preserved historic centres in the Americas. Quito & Krakow (Poland) were the world firsts to be declared World Cultural Heritage Sites by UNESCO. The central square is 25klms Sth of the equator (Ecuador is Spanish for Equator). The monument & museum marking the equator is known locally as La Mitad del Mundo (The middle of the world). The nearby Solar Museum is actually more accurate to the equator siting using the latest technology than the equator monument which is actually 240mts south of the real equator.

Quito covers an area approx. 40klms long & 3.1klms at its widest & is a majority in a North to South arrangement. The main arterial streets are called Calle Venezuela, Chile, Garcia Moreno & Guayaquil.

It was my preference to reside within the Historical Square precinct rather than the La Mariscal precinct which is considered the main city’s entertainment & night time precinct some 10minutes away by taxi from the square. Usually these area types have more issues with social issues and I can see these areas basically anywhere in the world if it was to my liking. I much prefer to see and touch the ancient history, not so much the social ‘history’.

Quito has some of the largest city parks in the Americas. Parque Metropolitano Guanguiltagua is the largest at 1,376 acres whereas in comparison, New York’s Central Park is 843 acres. Bicentenario is the 2^nd largest at 200 acres & occupies the old Quito airport site. They even use the old runway for walkways and cyclists, etc. La Carolina Park is where Pope John Paul 11 headed a Great Mass in 1985 & a giant cross was erected in that honour. El Ejido forms the other remaining major park.

TeleferiQo is Quito’s aerial tramway station, visitor centre, amusement park, restaurants, go karts, paint ball, shopping mall, located at Cruz Loma and commissioned in 2005. The ride takes you to 4,100mtrs and the weather can be quite cold with added winds too. There are hiking areas and viewing platforms for the views of Quito.

We require a short break from Quito for a 2day volcano overnight trek and arrive back for a one-night stay at Hump Day Hostel for the last day before heading off to Santiago Chile so stay tuned for the next blog on the volcanoes and then onto Chile.

Arriving back at Hump Day Hostel was again, so welcoming and we quickly get settled after a random taxi ride from the entertainment area, La Mariscal precinct where the tour bus made us evacuate. They were completely in the wrong and dropped us off at the incorrect location in solid rain at night. Luckily, a local bar gave us WiFi to gain our location and organise a taxi. Again, barricades were in place so we had to skate quickly down the road to avoid being soaked as we have to pack for the flight the next day. We were so thrilled to find the neighbouring café open as it is now 7.30pm on Easter Sunday. I could have given her a huge hug in being able to fill our stomachs. Scott, with a higher metabolism rate was more thrilled than me of course.

After having the best hot shower and packing our bags differently for international travel we gain the best of sleeps, after tenants stopped using the stairs immediately above my bed from 10pm (house rules).

The next morning, we have a great breakfast from the 2 lovely indigenous ladies (omelettes are my preference mostly). We had a quick walk up to the Basillica, took more photos and headed back to check out in time and place all our backpacks into their lockers for $1USD until our taxi arrives at dusk. I was contemplating a quick taxi to visit the Equator Monument however, Reception stated it will rain on time today (early afternoon) and it sure does. You can bank on it actually and it even hailed for a few minutes too. The temperature plummeted so all Scott and I could do was to find the comfy seat in the communal room and wait for the taxi that we had already booked. After a couple of hours, we climbed into the taxi for the 42klm journey, battled through Customs, Immigration and had our last Ecuadorian coffee. Our flight departed late from our 6.35pm schedule so it will be a tight stopover at our beloved Lima Airport (sarcasm) before our next flight to Santiago Chile.

Stay tuned for the 2day Ecuador Active Volcano trek in my next blog.

Footnote 1:

With Quito at 2,850m 9.350ft it is unlikely High-Altitude Sickness becomes effective. It is at the lower end of the scale. However, we met a young lady from Norway on The Cotopaxi volcano trek and she stated she collapsed and fainted within the Quito airport upon arrival and they put it down to altitude sickness. She spent some time recovering but managed her 3 months of teaching and working as a community volunteer within Quito and is in great health now with no issues. It is highly unusual to suffer at this altitude so there may be other influences for persons afflicted to look into.

Footnote 2:

I didn’t realise when I booked Guayaquil that being there for more than 3 days at sea level after Cusco can readjust your body back to normal situations therefore, you should, or may need to re-acclimatize all over again if going back to high altitude.

Ecuador – An Amazing Country                                                            13^th April 2019

With only a few hours’ sleep the dreaded alarm awakes us in Cusco Peru. Somehow, making sure we have everything and scurrying down the 3 flights of timber staircase (quietly, of course) as it is 5.50am. We meet our taxi within minutes and we venture into the darkness for our interwoven street route to the Cusco airport bound for the Lima airport stopover, then Guayaquil, Ecuador.

Our main airline now is Avianca Airlines. They are superb, well priced and highly recommended as they surpass Latam & the nasty Viva Air we have tried (Viva Air cost us $32US to print our 2 boarding passes in 40seconds .. robbers). The Avianca website is also easy to use and very professional.

Lima Airport leaves us uninspired as it usually does … and so glad when our boarding call is raised. A lot of the passengers waiting are so rude and inconsiderate. It is only a short flight of 3hrs to Guayaquil. We have no problems getting through Immigration and Customs. Scott & I both have our Accredited Yellow Fever Immunisation Booklet for presentation; however, we are gobsmacked they did not ask for it. They were more interested in how many days we were staying in Ecuador.

I am considered an Owner within the Wyndham Resort Group and with my awarded annual points I was able to secure a weeks’ accommodation (7 days) at the Luxury Wyndham Guayaquil Resort, right on the river’s edge not far from the airport. The taxi cost 6,000 Chileon Pesos .. $11AUD). Here, Scott & I agreed to just chill out in the luxury Twin Queen bed room and recover for the week using the pool, gym & sauna on Level 13. Quite a luxurious stay after walking and climbing over many weeks.

When we conveyed from the airport by taxi, we branched off the highway into a precinct that seemed to be only one way in and one way out bordered by the Babahayo River. From all accounts the only way for travel was by taxi and nothing really stood out close enough to venture to. I think I dropped the ball then by accepting reclusiveness and staying within the resort precinct. Mind you, the precinct is filled with other apartment and hotel skyscrapers, all with restaurants and cafes at ground level overlooking the river frontage.

After checking in we took our first stroll of many along the boardwalk to see a sign outlining the foundation of the City of Guayaquil which I feel I must convey to you.

“The city was founded in Riobamba under the name of Santiago de Quito by Diego de Almagro on August 15 1534 later, between October and November 1535 it was transferred by Sebastian de Benalcazar to the bank of the Amay River along the coast between the Yaguachi River and what is today Babahoyo. Due to the uprising of the natives protesting against the abuses of the Spanish, the conquerors, on several occasions, relocated Guayaquil until its final settlement on the Little Green Hill (The Santa Ana Hill) in 1547”.

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Immediately behind the Wyndham Guayaquil resort and precinct there are small colourful homes on top of a little hill with a light house. This is Santa Ana Hill but it seems untouchable from where we are.

Our first day I needed urgent attention to my reading glasses with a hinge screw almost falling out so Scott & I secured a taxi and ventured to the nearest shopping mall. Again, following the geographics we both agreed of the convoluting directions required in order to arrive at the mall wasn’t conducive to venturing anywhere in particular. I followed Google Maps and confirmed the taxi driver was being truthful in going the most ‘direct’ way. So many backtracks, crossing the main highway and one-way streets which took quite some time to travel some 3klms directly. The streets were quite clean but run-down shops with bars and grilles to their entire frontage and low standard graffiti there was absolutely nothing inviting to see or stroll through. This is typical suburbia.

Approaching closer to the mall; the scenery changed a little bit including the appearance of an increased development to the road network and building/ scenery landscape. The mall entrance had a specific taxi drop off & pick up facility which was handy and a look similar to something out of Las Vegas with a valet. Scouring the large mall and 4 levels of shops I finally had great success with a glass wear shop. The technician was wonderful and spoke the smallest amount of English, fixed my glasses with a smile and would not take any money off me. Someone speaking English was like winning the lottery and evenmoreso when ordering coffee, seeking vegetarian food and paying the correct amount. Nothing has been easy but that’s primarily our fault for knowing too little Spanish. When it came to leaving via taxi the young valet organising the taxis surprisingly spoke English and was great comfort knowing he was sending us to our correct location at the resort precinct.

All lunches and dinners over the days within the precinct were taken at various restaurants along the boardwalk all with different versions of their vegetarian food. One took off the meat on their skewer meal and replaced it with the best mushrooms ever, to go with the other vegies served that same way. Quite unique and superb. Breakfasts, however was rather difficult and it was about the 3^rd day when we ventured further & found a little health food shop called Nutra. Here we ordered acacia bowls and the best fresh combined juices. This café was very new and extremely clean & fresh and hanging chairs and swing seats mounted from the ceiling. Scott & I chose the high table & bar stools just to be clear. It was a goldmine and we ventured there often. It was near Nutra where we found a great wash & fold laundry service and they too, was a godsend and with great service and far cheaper of course than what the resort offered.

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After spending too much lazy times in the sauna, pool, pool deck & gym I found a city tour offer through Tripadvisor. I convinced Scott to take this offer available on our last day. Our guide, Thomas arrived punctually at 9am and took us into the city CBD not far from the mall we ventured to. Here, we noticed the city was absolutely clean and graffiti free and loads of people walking about in a leisurely fashion. Thomas was very pleased to confirm the city officials have clamped down on the CBD for tourism over the years. There is very little crime, no loud noise pollution, no aggressiveness with police very active in keeping the peace. It certainly provided a welcoming feel and comfort.

We find Thomas is extremely religious of the Catholic faith. Scott struggled on this tour I think with his non-religious views. I’m Ok with it and respect Thomas’ views. Scott does too, but prefers to be distant wherever possible for he finds very few people will accept his views or debate them.

Coincidently, our first stop was the viewing of the Catholic religion museum. Somehow Thomas gained us entry despite not having our passports for viewing. The museum was on 2 levels and filled with amazing oil paintings of different vintages and at least a hundred versions of Jesus on a cross along with sculptures, relics, etc. I could feel Scott wanting to start a jog out of there and really, you can only see so much of the same thing. Thomas was so embraced with this museum and visits frequently and so must others as there were a few all praying below certain paintings and sculptures.

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We continue to walk a few metres to see the most architecturally magnificent historical City Council building with several statues surrounding in the expanded street walkway. What a beautiful focal point for all to see. Such a building masterpiece not to mention the detailed sculptures. The university shares some of this building and so many young people all enjoying the serenity of this area.

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Our 2^nd stop was the visit to ‘Parque de las Iguanas’ (Iguana Park) where you will come quite close to their native iguanas in all sizes basking in the sun or viewing the people ready to feed them food pellets for sale. These iguanas stay permanently within the park boundary willingly and are extremely tame to having people continually around them. They also share the park and pond with a couple of species of turtles (too many turtles I believe for the area available). You must remember to not stand under the trees in this park as the iguanas are known the urinate without reservation. Thomas called these Lizzie Showers.

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Crossing the road, we could hear church hymns being sung quite loudly. There is a cathedral service underway and it is fully packed to the seams before lunchtime. This church is called the Arquidiocesis de Guayaquil Metropolitan Church on Clemente Ballen 501 street. It is magnificent and taking a photo inside is near impossible with the volume of people present. It was overflowing with believers. The structure is huge and magnificent. Even the entrance doors are full steel and amazing in their presence and stature. The church also shares the street with another amazing church called the Iglesia Cathedral but not on our tour schedule.

From there we walk back through the iguanas and turtles and into the riverside redevelopment called

Malecon 2000 – Riverside in La Bahia precinct. This is a riverside development that goes on for a few kilometres and incorporates everything from an amusement area, a large viewing ferris wheel, a naval sailing school with a large 3 mast schooner, landscape botanical gardens, timber boardwalk, cafes, drinking bars, pop up shops, etc. There is a large crew attending to the botanical gardens keeping it all pristine and lush. This Malecon 2000 area continues to be in redevelopment with a huge gondola chairlift being constructed. It is obviously a major construction however its route is currently unknown to us visitors and Google is not much help either. It is expected to be in operation next year (2020).

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We continue to walk along the entire boardwalk and at the end we have a quick glimpse of La Planchada Castle even though there is not much left of it (not a tall structure). You can see the remnants clearly and the cannons mounted behind the walls and with the museum enclosed it shows a lot of military history. From there we are being led up to the historical village housing of Santa Ana Hill which is now undergone some forms of renovation, painted in bright colours and a few of these terraced houses are now small business spaces from architects, clothing, art galleries to small bakeries and coffee shops, etc. The original cobblestone one-way road, now closed to the general public’s vehicles remains intact. The road only allows small delivery trucks and vans. Thomas asks about my health and whether I can handle steps. I laughed back and said we just finished the Machu Picchu Trek & Rainbow Mountain so with that, he was relieved, smiled and continued to walk towards the ‘hill with steps’.

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We start our climb of steps (photo shows each step is numbered and it goes to #444 .. yes .. there are a lot of well-constructed steps) taking note of the deliveries by hand to cafes and bars above, that require human lifting of kegs and boxes of alcohol by worker teams sweating profusely. When you get to step #444 your body is gaining heat and there is little breeze in the alley ways and we finally get some respite when we reach the top of Santa Ana Hill where we peruse Fuerte La Polvorosa; a historical fort with different sized cannons pointing in different directions with the largest ones still aiming out to the river beyond. There are some remnants of the brick walls of the fort albeit only about 600mm high. Next to the fort there are bronze name plates with sculptures of famous sailors and Government leaders. A few more steps and we reach the plateau called Faro Las Penas (Viewpoint 360) sometimes called Mirador 360°. From this viewpoint you can overlook parts of the city and CBD as well as the river and Malecon 2000 precinct and from the other side the resort precinct with Wyndham Guayaquil and new highrise constructions underway. The quaint Cerro Santa Ana lighthouse within this area has an inner circular staircase for extra viewing however, this area was in heavy maintenance and cordoned off to the public for a few weeks.

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Thomas continues to show the steps and walkways on the other side of the hill and within a few minutes we find we have come into the far end of our resort boardwalk area heading towards Wyndham Guayaquil and other resorts. It now dawns on me that if we had walked a bit further on our first day, we would have seen this walkway and then only a short stroll back into the city & CBD. In my defence, this far end area gave the impression of a dead end and with no-one walking this area and we would have had to go behind the last resort building to find the walkway. Thomas advises this boardwalk precinct used to be an old port and wharf arrangement until it was redeveloped. At the rear of the precinct and adjacent to the road leading to the resort frontages Thomas shows us 3 large concrete silos that have now been converted to apartment buildings. We couldn’t go in to see this arrangement but certainly looked great externally. Apparently, after the wharf the silos formed part of a brewery. It’s amazing our history changes in an area, especially when it abuts a major river.

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Thomas now departs after returning us to our resort. He was quite okay with walking us back and now he willingly sets off back the same way through Santa Ana Hill and to the CBD to recover his car. He loves walking this route. It was rather enjoyable for a 3hour tour and we learnt so much.

Again, many thanks for reading my blogs and any comments below will be well received. Stay tuned for Quito and 2 very active volcanoes.