We left Primero de Mayo for the road to San Joaquin. For those who don't know, Cuenca has a golf club, which can be found turning left off the San Joaquin road. After passing the club, the road became bumpier. We also experienced "gridlock".
We continued on our way and Jim saw a tree being taken down by a group of hombres. His curiosity got the best of him. He stopped the car and went over to take a look. The alarm system in the Barnes' vehicle has always had a bit of a flaw. We first experienced it on a trip to Ingapirca when Dale and Joan were visiting. It seems that if you open a door while the engine is engaged, the alarm sounds and the engine shuts down. There we were in the middle of no where with the alarm blasting. It finally cycled down; however, when attempting to start the car, the alarm would start up again.
The people who were cutting the tree, came over and offered to call a mechanic. In the meantime, a Nutrileche truck came by and attempted to help. This is the Nutrileche guy.
The milk man finally gave up and went on his way. Time passed. It began to rain. Mick's window was down and it was raining in the car. The battery had been disconnected in order to stop the noise. Since we had been indulging in nice, hot coffee, Mother nature began to call. Mick was a real Ecuadorian trooper. Jim had gone fishing. Angie and I decided that it was our turn, but couldn't go just anywhere, in that the river and people were on one side, and a pasture on the other side of the car. We got out and walked up the road where we found an alcove in the side of the steep hill that was suitable for our needs. Just as Angie was taking care of business, a truck came our way, being the good friend that I am, I stood in front of her. We got back to the car, had more coffee, Mick had hung his raincoat over the window. What could we do, but laugh and wait.
The mechanic finally arrived (we had been sitting there a couple of hours. It took him about 5 minutes and we were on our way with a disconnected alarm. This is the mechanic.
We continued on to Soldados, which is a small puebla, up in the hills. This is the church in Soldados.
As we continued, we ran into another entrance to the park. We were charged $1 each for entry by the fellow below.
The entrance.
It was cloudy and rainy, but the views were still spectacular.
We encountered a family, whose story we don't know. They were wet, with no sign of transportation.
We had to drive across the stream.
After returning to the city and having a quick rest, it was time for dinner at La Esquina.
It's always an adventure living here.Until next time,
Mick and Kathy
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