By this Author: esotericmind

I´m not normally a nervous flyer, but on the flight to Ecuador, the woman sat next to me performed the Catholic holy trinity action no less than 3 times before we were about to take off. I wondered if she knew something I didn´t. Similarly, after the wheels finally hit the ground in Ecuador a round of applause echoed through the cabin. It seems the saftey of air travel in this part of the world is left, not to the professionals that fly them, but to more spiritual beings.........

Quito is divided into what is known as the Old town and the New town. The New Town consists of mainly concrete buildings, of dubious build quality, not much character and choked with traffic. The Old town, by contrast, retains its oringinal colonial influence and is full of plazas and more interesting architecture. Various Latin music belches out of different shops and I´m pleased I didn´t rush to judge Quito on the New town alone.

I did take a couple of unremarkable pictures but the computer at the hotel is an eMac (no, not an iMac) and I have no idea how to transfer them. The one thing I didn´t get a picture of was of some of the local electrical stores. Alongside the usual fare of fridges, washing machines and TV´s, you can also purchase a motorbike! I´m sure this seems perfectly logical to the Ecuadorians but I cound´t see the connection.

I did try to venture up to the towering Angel statue that over looks the old town, but on setting out on the long climb up the hill I spotted a sign sprayed onto a wall in English stating "TOURISTS BEWARE: Robbery Area. Do not use this street". How efficient I thought, they have contained their crime into a single street. Needless to say I did not venture any further.

Unbelievably, despite the low temperatures (about 18 degress) and cloudy skies, I have managed to get sunburned AGAIN! Apparently the sun´s strength is 3 times more powerful at this altitude. Really must learn my lesson soon, although my face is now colour co-ordinated with my red fleece.

I suspect that internet coverage will be more patchy from now on, so my next post may be a while....

Imagine my surprise when I came across this shrine to the confectionery icon that is the Liquorice Allsort. However, it appears my adoration of this sugary deity was not shared at all. It was just a boring sculpture adorned with a light at the type, but to me it will always be Bertie's......

So I survived my visit to downtown Miami. Not much in the way of unique sights with the exception of this rather cool drawbridge that crosses the river through the city. Perhaps I've watched too much television, but I fully expected to see a car come flying across the ramp, shortly followed by Police cars driven by inept police men and faltering at the top of the ramp. Disappointingly, this did not happen.

A stroll out to an area called "Little Havana" quickly left me feeling out of my comfort zone, as the buildings all had bars on them, there was detritus everywhere, and some of the locals began eyeing me suspiciously. I decided now was not a good time to practice my Spanish in case I said something that might end up with a knife coming in my direction.

Despite a vice like grip on my budget, I managed to prise $27 out of my wallet to take a boat trip around Miami. While it was nice to get on the water, the tour quickly turned into a game of "guess who mansion that was". This quickly became tedious, but anyone that has $20 million or more to spend on property clearly has too much money.

In the area I'm staying in there's three main pastimes to occupy tourists: Beach, Nightclubs & Shopping. Since I'm not a particular fan of any of these, I'm not sorry to be moving on tomorrow. I've had a go at this thing called 'relaxation', but it's proving to be more difficult than I first imagined. Still, the beach is great for walking and thinking. Look at the size of this thing:

Here's a couple of the more colourful Lifeguard towers:

For you all Art Deco fans here's a couple of buildings on Ocean Drive:

For those who don't want to read the full blog, here's a potted summary of my short stay in Miami:

Went on Beach
Got sun-burned
Stole a newspaper from Starbucks
Found out where Gloria Estefan lives
Got sun-burned, again
Discovered I need to drink water more often in hot climates
Tried my first (and last) mojito. (A previous bad experience of rum came back to greet me)

Next stop: Quito, Ecuador

Adios amigos (see, I'm fluent already)

The more astute among you may have realised that Miami is not, in fact, in South America. This was part
of my cunning plan to begin acclimatising myself to the Latino culture before actually getting there. Spanish
is so widely spoken here it doesn`t feel like other parts of the US.

So my first day in Miami started with breakfast on the beach, which is huge by the way. It must be wider
than the M25 and, strangely, has plenty of traffic whizzing up & down it in the form of tractors
quad bikes & trucks.

Ocean Drive has some amazing examples of the famous art deco architecture, pictures to follow later,
ut my favourite sight of the day was a lady out walking her two small dogs. Except, only she was doing
the walking, the dogs were content to be wheeled along in their own push-chair.......

South Beach is very colourful and full of 'shiny happy people' but it feels a bit fake and not how the real
Miamians (just made that word up) live their life. So tomorrow I'm off to downtown Miami for a slice of reality,
and possibly a reminder of what gunshots sound like.

Trekking in the South Hampshire Amazon

Packing has been completed:
Clothes -Check
Money - Check
Youthful exuberance - Umm, I had it a minute ago. Typical, you think of thought of everything and then you remember at the last minute that you've overlooked something. Oh well, I shall pack some middle-aged optimism instead. It doesn't go quite as far, but should get me by.

Next stop: Miami Beach (The bad news is it's only around 25 degrees there at the moment.)

Just a mere fortnight now and I'm starting to get a strange sensation in my stomach. Is it excitement, maybe a hint of fear or could it just be last night's curry? My arms are now fully loaded up with vaccinations and I have a mountain of malaria pills to take (yum, yum), so come on you diseases, I dare you to try and take me out now (not that I'm superstitious, but I was crossing my fingers whilst typing that last comment).