TRAVERSE Issue 10 - February 2019 | Seite 90

Pic: Michnus Olivier many waterfalls on one stretch of road in my life, and the valleys were packed with lush, green trees as far as the eye could see. It was stunning. Every now and again we came across the odd landslide, however there had been a path made through for vehicles. You just had to hope there was no more to follow! This fantastic stretch of road meandered through the Amazon for about 160 Km before meeting up with the paved ‘Troncal Amazonica’, which was unfortunately littered with gas lines and various petroleum compa- nies, and a stark difference from the road we’d just left. The temperature was rising and much to our delight we came across a hostel with a big swimming pool and a bar with cold beer...sold! Needless to say, we were all in the pool with a beverage perched on the side within minutes of checking in. Welcome to Ecuador! The next day we headed to a small village called Limoncocha, and very much off the standard tourist trail, which is what we liked. The weath- er was a little temperamental, and the roads were a mixture of tarmac and gravel with lots of dust and some good-old corrugation thrown in for good measure...little did I know there would be much more to come! We ar- rived in the small village at the nature reserve, promptly to be advised that there was no accommodation avail- able, as the one hostel available was rented to a petroleum company and the other was under construction. We ventured into the centre where we came across a helpful gentleman who ushered us towards some ‘Cabanas’, currently with lots of work going on. They had two rooms we could use if we didn’t mind all of the chaos and a place along a slippery path to a tiny clearing to put the bikes. Sorted! As we were discussing options the heav- ens opened and we all took shelter un- der the porch, leaving our bikes to get drowned in the street. After a beer to TRAVERSE 90 pass the time, the rain finally stopped, and we went to park the bikes and explore our new home. Luckily there weren’t too many spiders in sight, and none that big, so I was happy. Follow- ing the rainfall, we ventured out, as did many of the local kids who were overjoyed by their newly wetted play- ing field and road. One large group played football, most purposefully try- ing to slide in the big puddles of mud and water, whilst others bought what- ever containers they had available to scoop up the water and play with it. Who needs toys when you have mud and puddles!! There was one bar in town, I’m guessing for all the workers given that it was one of the biggest buildings in the village, a tiny shop and an even ti- nier ‘restaurant’, which was the only place in town to get a meal. We wan- dered over at opening time and were served some chicken and rice, which was not bad, however I think the chickens had been running for their