was not exactly on the right foot with which it comes to
Ecuador, no matter how tedious at times was the ruling of the Customs (after finding clear which was not to nothing simple) the height and the food were an explosive combo me that resulted in the following 3 days in bed. The more regrettable is that it was in a very beautiful city such as Cuenca, which not go well I could finish as people nearby that I had said enough. The first night was spent in Ecuador Machala in a service station right at the junction where the route out after to socialize with the owners of the tap, I got to the tent, the heat was unbearable to almost as much as the number of mosquitoes that fed on my night until exhaustion, luckily I had a repellent in the bag, but of course, as always when you need something, this is in the worst possible place, almost half had to disarm bike and luggage to find it, only then I could sleep, and were more two in the morning. Anyway I up early, eat breakfast and 
went to Cuenca. The hike was quite aggressive many meters in relatively few miles, the landscape changes with respect to Peru is very noticeable, here the protagonist is totally green, the Ecuadorian highlands is quite different. Reach Basin already something discomfort, severe sore head with the feeling of being weakened, and for half evening was, as I said Serrat, "necessary and even indispensable ..." to get into a hostel, rest and mend well, I went to Hostal El Cafecito which I had recommended. The next three days I spend lying in bed almost without moving there. The atmosphere in the hostel was very good, clearly not to be in my situation, as its name implies than is also hosting a coffee in the falling local people to take something other than aliens. Just the third day I went out to walk around just like to get some air and see the city , those days were the celebrations of Corpus Christi , around the main square had on sidewalks 
whole market sweet and the nights are arming a celebration with fireworks, music, food and more. That same later I met a young demonstration protesting against the closure places to play, the cry of "The Rock is culture, not the censorship toured part of historical center, I was amazed (after some more I mentioned it) the presence that has the Rock and especially heavy metal Cuenca, was something that I expected.
the city was declared a World Heritage Site, its streets and architecture remain very good air colonial me found a city very well kept, clean and tidy ... the antithesis of Lima might say. In fact one of the first things that surprised me was just entering what respectful are the drivers, I came by inertia arrogance that must be taken into the streets Peruvian first pass as is, no matter what color showing the light, I had to happily put aside this attitude this would be the first smile that I remove Basin.
The city is full of 
churches and buildings that worth visiting, sector of the gorge on the Rio Tomebamba with a strong architecture Colonial style Republican is one of the sites can not be overlooked, sector and historic center, the typical colonial streets and the ruins of
As long term unplanned meeting people and sharing beautiful moments , this time and pure chance , complete sitting in one of the tables of Cafecito 
taking beer (yes, yes, still stomach was screwed, but good ) with three girls cuencanas, Dani, Alex and Pauline with them camping this night on a hill outside City, fire, rum and voices singers to kill the cold.
With Paul the next day we went to side boxes, finger because we did not spent any micro and only reach the first control, we ended up staying in a restaurant to side of the mountain, Don Guevara called the place, not well have kindred with Che there we ate some corn with cheese and inadvertently ended up taking us about canelazos with two guys that were already enlivened from early ... Paul and Francisco, also canelazo and canelazo Basin between told me many things from their land , 
its history, the Canaris, with a knowledge and what is more, with feeling really enviable. In honor of the truth, I must say that That is when I feel sad Argentine tell them that: in countries that I traveled so far is abysmal the difference not only as to how know their history, their roots, but also how they feel, how they feel part owners of their land. Unfortunately the average Argentine, or know, or feel party and to say not interested your story, your footing and of which it feeds. Is the impression I've been having for a long time and I feel that every time I affirm more and more. And this has nothing to do with Argentina itself, unfortunately this issue is trawl generations of political and especially educational policies with which they paint a story as false and hypocritical in which greatest heroes of our history are Roca, and Sarmiento, murderers of our races if any and the only thing that you teach by example of San Martin, is 
who crossed the Andes on a white horse. In short, I do not build an argument for this is simply what I have been watching and this good to be aware of these things that are not for nothing less.
Cuenca-Guayaquil The section I did on the way national park Cajas (the same route where we were in Don Guevara) out of Cuenca climbs to the top of the mountain at about 4100 meters high then go down to the coast, had recommended me much to go around, it would be great to enjoy the scenery at times ... Visibility was nil, and downhill were no less than 35 kms tucked into a 
tag, I did it quite fast, half because all I wanted was to get out there and as soon as possible otherwise I seemed more dangerous to go slowly and risk take me back because in this situation, my only guide to follow not long was the line connecting the concrete pitch, pass it was a birth, do not know what transpires The situation step chestnut to dark in an instant, I sprang adrenaline, tension at times reached the top.
At the crossroads with the Pan-American climate, and was totally different, tropical, tremendous heat, moisture, humidity and more moisture. There I contact Alejandro whom I would be waiting in the city, ends up around 4 pm, I met there and took me to the department that I had prepared for 
that These days I stay in Guayaquil.
The discomfort I was recovering at times again, I do not get used to the Ecuadorian food, although it is quite similar to what is eaten in Peru, taste, or rather the time as says here is totally different, I feel pretty bland, cilantro, which I thought I released to leave the neighboring country, here they use it in industrial quantities! The broth or soup, with that in the last three months until I was fond, in Ecuador is very unpleasant, we hardly 
taste. On the other hand I finished convince the Green and ripe (bananas, they put you up in the soup, literally) I like really bad, I ate three times, three times I will not mention evil, strong not?.
