Getting a night bus was a bit more challenging than anticipated and not to mention sketchy. I was relieved when Orlando's brother offered to drop us off just outside of Quito on their way to.....well I forget where they were going, but I was very happy. Catch was we'd have to be ready to go by 5 a.m.
Needless to say, the alarm clock did not go off at 4 a.m. as hoped. The morning started with rude awakening by loud banging on the window next to my bed. It was 5:30 and we were already running late. (please note before anyone thinks this was my bad, I was not in charge of the alarm clock.... lol!)
I was dozing off and on for the first half of the 4 hour trip. Then we stopped for breakfast and coffee. I was awake at this point, but wishing that I was still asleep. We were on a 2 lane roadway that twisted and turned thruout the mountains. Eighteen wheelers, busses, cars, trucks....you name it....they are all trying to pass one another. And well......we seriously almost died twice on that part of the trip.
But, we did survive, with 7 cat-lives left and got dropped off at a gas station to catch the bus (which had fringe on the window blinds) to Quito. Once we got to Quito, Joffre offered to let us leave the backpacks at his house again. Christina was going to try her luck in getting her visa at the Brazilian embassy (I thought the United States was tough). I had lunch with Joffre at a little restaurant near his shop in Quito.
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