Gina had announced it and so we put it well last weekend into action. A visit to the Cotopaxi, the highest volcano in the world was, for all volunteers the plan. This is also the original visit to the town in the province of Bolivar Guaranda fell flat for me, even though in retrospect I do not apologize for it.
gathered clock stood at five in the morning on my way to Quito still all volunteers from Los Valles "and we found ourselves alone as a time clock in at seven in the morning at the agreed point of Quito. After the rest of the meeting of old (since August / September), new (since January) and completely unknown (since?) Vols had arrived, it was a short address by the unsympathetic guides in the leased bus and jeep in the Cotopaxi National Park. The trip took
beaten for three hours, including Recharging of the bikes and stop at the entrance to the park. After a stop in a tiny museum and the long-known statement on the road of the volcanoes and flora and fauna of the Sierra, but we were finally - finally - in the high plains of the Cotopaxi. A vast plateau, completely barren, apart from some prairie grass and little flowers, extended around us, while the collection of giant Cotopaxi next to us ... Should.
was unfortunately only one flank of the volcano visible through the clouds that had moved as if to tease us just around the mountain together. Quickly snapped a few photos and once again looked back, not able to shoot panoramic images, then it went on, always up the hill, until it disappears was for the bus.
From there it was run from, unpleasant 300 meters in height by loose rock and sandy soil, it seemed that would, as you slide back with every step forward two. But finally we made it all less strained than expected we took of the 4800 m level of the refuge again in another 100 purchase, to finally touch the snow.
snow!
the first time in Ecuador, have to feel cold as it should be!
soon flew the first snowballs, snowmen were built and painted the angel from my childhood in the snow ...
One can hardly imagine a German, as you can have as much fun in the snow.
happy about the cold experience, we found ourselves soon again at lunch, all in all a great breakfast of bread, cheese and guacamole Ecuadorian, and a few biscuits and eat as much of all as you could. Saturated we went finally to the descent to the bus, where even the bikes were waiting for us at the exciting part of the afternoon to begin. Deteriorating
construction helmets on their head, we AGAINST board down the hill behind the guide, with potholes, sand waves and laughter made the descent interesting. With adrenaline and pumped full of a destroyed Tire on the bike I came down after a short wait for the rest of the group who preferred the prospect of adrenaline and a tire change, we drove all the way from the National Park beyond, with crossed between a herd of wild horses on our way.
After loading the bikes we went more or less exhausted in the bus on the way back to Quito, where we had the promised chocolate cake but failed. On the way I had the opportunity to refresh my Italian never existing again, while I was with the two Italian women, maintained that had somehow stumbled on the ICYE still with us.
Conclusion: glacier-capped volcanoes are a great thing, Italian = English.
PS: pictures of the last trips are available on Picasa
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