After a few days resting in Quito, we hit the road at 10 O´clock last night for the bustling Oriente oil town of Lago Agrio. Nestled near the border of Columbia, it produces two unexpected side effects, the positive of excellent Columiban coffee for Beth and the negative of a safe haven for Columiban militia. Thankfully, we have avoided a caffeine free morning for Beth.
The highlight of a night bus is that you don´t see the other cars, cliffs, dodgy dirt roads, and questionable driving as you descend roughly 3,000 metres from the Andies to the jungle. The downside is a favourite ecuadorian past time of reclining your seat back for a nap, whilst reducing the ability of the passenger behind to move. Anyway, after 8 hours of thinking of DVT with the odd bit of sleep, we arrived at this 35 year old town 4 hours early at 5;30am.
Although this is remote, we leave at ten via car, motorised canoe, and finally hike to our jungle retreat for five days with no hot water, but thankfully a bar stocked with the local firewater, Zhumir.
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