Sadly checked out from the Hostal. Luis picked us up and took us down to Quito, again a beautiful drive. Families farm the land seemingly by hand, and apparently organically, as the land is so fertile (due to the volcanic ash), there is no need for fertilisers. Checked into the Travellers' Inn, a bit quieter than the last Quito hotel. Still a bit of a wrench coming back to hectic Quito after the calm of Otavalo. Ate at an odd restaurant who's theme was a famous monk who used to slip out of the Monastery to visit women, and climbed out by standing on the shoulders of a handily placed statue of Jesus. Eventually the statue sighed and said 'Brother, until when?' which brought the Monk to his senses, and back to the fold. Drank my first (and last) Cuba Libre. Frankly...yuk.
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