Two Days in Quito isn’t enough.
On $75 tickets we flew up to Quito to bling up and kick our heels for Maxine’s farewell. I’m sure it is a lovely city, but after Cartagena and even Old Panama it didn’t fire my imagination. And we didn’t party.
We wandered through the old town in desultory fashion but flopped back into bed exhausted, tachycardic and breathless after just 3 hours of gentle stroll. Altitude sickness had us prostrate the whole time, and alcohol made it worse. In Ladakh Leh is much higher, but there Jenny and I had a week to acclimatise. Here are some pictures though, to give you a bit of an idea.
