We head back to Quito a little early to avoid a potential strike by the Qichuan Indians.

We were shopped out anyway, except maybe Nick.   The strike was a real danger, because they blockade the roads with burning tires and cutoff a large part of the population from traveling anywhere during the strike, and we had a very important meeting in Quito to get to.  The government had reneged on its promise to give the Qichuans money for much needed road building and maintanence.  We find later that the strike did not occurred, so we assume that the conflict was resolved.

As the sun is setting in Quito.

Back in Quito, I begin to feel the familiar squirelliness (not sure if that is a word) in my stomach.  Surprised that it took me this long to get sick (having sampled many roadside dishes, as well as things like cuy (roasted guinea pig), "caca de perro," and "tourist snot").  I take a rest day while the rest of the group explores Quito. 

Susie mourns the death of her pink ipod.

-Tanner