Ecuadorian and Peurvuian border crossing
I had spent one night in Cuenca and then I got a bus to a place called Villacabamba. This is where I had met Michael, Marc & Hojar. The hostel that I had stayed at was out of this world – again lost in the middle of nowhere filled with rock made walls, interesting flowers and amazing views. I went for a long long hike with Hojar. The hike had more and less lasted the whole day – at several parts I caught myself walking alongside paths that where only wide enough for my feet! Scary as there was no safety barriers apart from sheer steep drops! So there was no turning back once we had started. All you could hear was the odd cow or sheep in the distant and the soft gush of wind.
I remember waking up at like 6am and walking to a serene place around the hostel and watched the morning rise, the sun beaming through the clouds and the smell of sandal-wood incense stick burning.
I travelled towards the Ecuadorian/Peruvian border with Michael (Sano), Marc and Hojar and the journey was not your typical crossing. Two out of the 3 border crossings are your typical route but we decided to go through La Balsa which was through a mixture of many forms of transport, we headed towards Zumba, crossed the boarder which was so remote the office was closed then we saw this man runnin towards us apologising as he was at the gym – the boarder official lol. We were passed on like yo yo from one place to another. There was a restaurant which was also a money change bureau and a laundry service all in one. Finally we got our passports stamped we headed towards to San Ignacio (which was just a dusty, dirt little town – there and in fact all over South America there are diff bus stations for diff routes) so the minute we got off the collectivo all you could hear are men and women shouting out for your attention then to Jaen. Four hours later we got to our 1st destination Chachapoyas. Here we went to check out Kuelap which stood at 3,000m and it is know to be ruins of pre-inca time. The actual area was like most ruins that I had already been to but what made this day hilarious was our tour guide. First of all he stunk of ‘night before’ alcohol and it was just the way he had gave the tour he had put on a weird American – you just had to be there bare jokes!