A little history about my philosophy of traveling and the 5 year story. One thing I've noticed when I travel, is that usually something will go wrong. It might be big or small, but there will be something. Those moments make the best 5 year stories. In 5 years, you may make a cursory comment about the other parts of your trip, but the ones that make entertaining stories, and you repeat often are the ones where something went wrong. So when these moments occur, and they will, you can either let it ruin your trip, or view it as a great 5 year story.
So back to my lady day in Ecuador. Iga and I were picked up for our tour of Mindo. Except we found we were not going to Mindo, but another nearby town called Tulipe. The rest of the trip was as advertised, so I didn't care - I only picked Mindo because it had more outdoor activities and none of that boring shopping stuff.
So anyway, we stopped at CalaCali to see the first Mitad del Mundo tower (the place with the wrong equator line). About 15 years ago it was replaced by a new, bigger, walk-up tower. (I find it humorous it was not far of from when they found out the equator line was wrong). Anyway, they needed to do something with the old tower, so gave it to the the city of Calacali, the oldest city in the Area. It's a cute small town, but I probably spent more time in describing it than I did at the city. Next we drove another 1 1/2 hours to a small lodge in Tulipe. The view was gorgeous, tons of mountains, small farms on a mountainside, odd looking trees, coffee fields, etc.
We get to the lodge, and out was great, if very remote. They have 5 small cabins, great hiking talks, and a couple of waterfalls you can see or swim in. We took the hike to the closer falls, one hour walk away, mostly downhill, about 2000 feet down. The whole way, I'm realizing that if were going down now, we have to go up to return.
The view was gorgeous. Our hiking guide pointed out out several trees and flowers, but my favorite was the cows on the edge of hills. In some cases there was barely room for them to sit, making it was hard to believe they got themselves up there, Then we saw a cow come running down the side of the hill. Boy they sure are nimble. Wish I could say the same about me.
So here's where things go wrong. The path wasn't bad (for downhill anyway), although as we neared the falls, we started having dirt cut-out steps, which got bigger and muddier the closer we got to the falls (very difficult for my short legs; Iga is much taller). So 2-3 steps from the water, I slip, fall forward, and smack my face into a rock. Let's just say, God was looking out for me.
To try to make this somewhat short, I pulled my towel out of my bag and wiped the blood from my face, the ever ready iga gave me a huge bandaid to put over the gash and Tylenol for the pain (after taking several pictures), then she turned to me and said, well now you have your 5 year story. I did get a picture of the falls, but really didn't have any interest in anything else. The hiking guide made a walking stick for me, and after the worst of the shaking passed, we started back. It took a bit longer, and I had to stop often, but we made it. After a wonderful lunch, of which I ate the soup and potato pancakes (reminded me of when I was a kid), we headed back to Quito.
I guess I was pretty pale, and our main guide asked if I wanted to stop at a hospital. Since I had a long way home tomorrow, I figured it best. She stopped at a small town hospital and we went in to the emergency room. They must not get much excitement, because tons of people kept coming in to see what was going on. I was informed the bigger cut was superficial and would only need a few stitches. On the plus side, the paramedic who stitched me was cute, if a little (okay lot) young. Iga was hilarious around him. Good news, the anesthetic for the stitches finally got rid of my headache for a while.
So finally back in Quito, a little bruised and lot sorer, and a permanent souvenir of my time on Ecuador. We packed and headed to the airport. I'll be back in town for a late Thanksgiving dinner with the family.
Oh, and I think I found my next trip - Patagonia next November.
Note: for those of you who know my mom, I fell hiking, hit my head and had to have stitches. Nothing more.