One hell of a dodgy city, Quito

After 5 days of paradise on the islands, it was time to face reality again. No more prepared meals, professional guide, or being absolutely carefree. And of all of the places Ive been, I thought the Mariscal district (where most hostels are located) in Quito was the most dangerous. And many people I have spoken to share the same sentiment. After 6 or 7pm, the area is absolutely filled with crackheads and junkies that are roaming the streets yelling god-knows-what. Especially on Sunday when it is absolutely DEAD.

But the colonial old town of the capital is rather picture-esque and photogenic. Like many towns in South America, colonial houses painted in playful colors, begging for a postcard opportunity. Its a wonderful part of the city to wander. It is also designated as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.



The center also houses a plethora of small churches as well as a basilica that rivals those in Europe. One amusing aspect of the basilica is that the gargoyles on the facade are actually blue-footed boobies. And the Last Supper hosts a roasted guinea pig in the center, a favorite dish in Peru and Equador. Those built by a French architect, the local flavor was not completely lost.




Most of my time was actually spent thinking about how to get to Colombia. Apparently, the border crossing between Equador and Colombia isnt too safe, especially the bus between Pasto and Popayan. So instead of taking the risk, I spent a good chunk of money to fly to Medellin in central Colombia. With only one week left in my trip, I consider it a money well spent.






- Ryoji