A wet Sunday afternoon in Quito

I played football for the first time in years today. I was never a great footballer but the combination of a 15 year hiatus and 2800m of altitude didn't make me any better. Luckily nobody was taking football too seriously and one of the opposition was only 7 years old. (In fact I nearly concussed her with a bad pass).

Now it's the afternoon, which means that it's raining. So now we're watching telenovelas, drinking fruit juice and reading blogs.

John Paul, one of our friends in the Galapagos has written some excellent posts on his blog:

Nobody wears shorts in Quito...and if you do, you look like a complete and utter Stupid Gringo....from America.
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Such a nice hostel, lovely staff, lovely patio, lovely dining area, fabulous pizza restaurant to ease the transition from western dining to occasional vomiting.