Once again Ecuador was working its magic on me. I have never been a fan of ‘muzak’ but sitting waiting for breakfast the strains of ‘House of the rising Sun’ played on the Pan Pipes was strangely captivating. Continue reading
It rained all night. Every time I awoke it was to a relentless drumming on the tin roof and the occasional chirp from one of the six geckos stuck on the underside of the foil insulation.