Way to Lagos- Ecuador

As the bus moved and we pulled away from the city, the landscape delighted with a fantastic sky clear, very broad fields, grazing animals, smiling and salaried workers, it seemed that everything will light ...
The bus made ​​a quick stop at a gas station, for those who wanted to use the toilet urgently ... Soon resumed the march.
We arrived at what looked like a valley (so warm), so I figured it was close, and anxious, came down, begging for matching ... At that moment I remembered the time I met Puerto Hondo; at that time did not know where to get off, and I went with some miles ... This time occurs almost equally, therefore, away from the road, I started walking towards Cotacachi, thinking it was "just there" (close). Again .. just in case, I went to an elderly gentleman who was passing by the road, slowly, leading a donkey loaded with firewood; I asked if he knew ... Turning Pinsaquí said a farm, a few meters from where I was; after all this time I had not too far ...


The estate manager offered to show: Building with classic colonial features and obvious, aroma and crackling of wood in their rooms, gave the whole environment a cozy feeling of warmth inviting stay. In its very broad indoor gardens, grazed some lovely examples of tame and friendly horses. I lay on the grass, watching the midday sun, while the few lazy clouds slid ... Maybe that's why I fell into a light slumber, absorbed by all he had seen before. Soon I felt something approaching ... As though the thing, half opened his eyes ... it was a horse, which, curious, had approached ...
I did not lack desire to make a tour around the neighboring mountain Imbabura, but this would have required a few hours, and had just begun my journey ...

I went out to the road to wait out a bus that would bring me to one of the Cabins / Lodges Lake San Pablo; after a while it was on its way; thought precisely in Las Cabañas del Lago, but I took the bus took me to Puerto Lago ... the bus left me almost at the door, I only had to walk a few meters, and there it was, at the foot of one of the many lakes in the region. The cold began to intensify, the sky began to turn dark, but that did not stop to enjoy this landscape, the silence and peace of the place, it was just the initial reason I went to that place.
I rejoiced with the landscape, and I thought it did not blow at all miss the hustle and bustle of the city ...
I went to the restaurant of the lodge in time, as it began to rain in torrents, to the point that I thought I should spend the night there, which would have delighted me.


While waiting for the storm passed, I took for lunch (though it was late afternoon) ... there's nothing like a good typical food calientita, steaming, with its own canelazo ... Outside, it was raining. It was raining so hard that it seemed that, at any time, the rays would go through the roof; fugases drew drops pinpricks on the surface of the lagoon; mist settled, giving the whole picture a dark moments one aspect that kept impress ... Finally, the rain stopped. The musty smell filled the orb; everywhere, the colors seemed to take life slowly, as the sky cleared again and again could see the surrounding mountains.

I resumed the march ... and came across the effects of rain that had fallen: The road was thickly muddy; I thought that the best way to avoid smearing was walking through the center of the path ... bad choice, after a few steps I was almost caught, feet sunk in the mud, without being able to take off; locals that they dwarfed the water had entered their homes, poking, prying, their heads at the scene, while giving me a fit of laughter, which corresponded; every step I sank lower, in fact in a section of the boots remained stagnant ... what a way to become one with the earth, right? I finally got out, and got a bus which was about to leave, it left me on the road ... Once there, and after having recovered his breath somewhat, I started walking toward a gas station. The night began to fall, and cold, to sink. We gave up a hose to wash the boots ... While I was at that task, the roundness of the bright moon caught my attention; Today, when I remember that one moon in particular comes to my mind when, after, as he went canoeing on a river in the jungle of our country, I mistook the moon ... with ... Venus and Mars ... that night was so clear, entire constellations that could be distinguished by the naked eye ... my eyes could not believe what I saw ... the next time I could see was a sky so near Chimborazo, in what was a train station , where I spent an interesting weekend; so when the moon amazed at its best, the look, hoping that regale me wonder, once again ...
He was absorbed in thought of lived that day, so I almost passed a bus that could take me back to the capital. I was right where I started this morning. As I walked back to the hostel, laughing to myself ... I was happy ...