Here they are, the first lines from the other side of the world.
Actually, my trip to South America already starts with leaving Germany and arriving in Madrid on January 2. Maria and Mayca, two girls I know from Dublin and who are residents in Madrid, are waiting for me at the airport to show me their city. Later we catch up with Patricia, another spanish girl I know from Dublin. We visit several bars, have a lot of fun and talk ones more about the "old" times in Dublin. Finally this evening is over at about 4 AM.
The morning of January 3 starts with 8 AM quite early. I am realy tired. The girls join me on my way to Madrid airport. After 10.5 hours in the air my airplane gets down to 2.600 meter above the sea level to its final destination Quito, capitol of Ecuador. The local time is 7 PM. The time difference between Berlin and Quito is 6 hours. The temperature is 18 degree celsius. I catch the next taxi and head straight to my hostel "The secret garden", which I booked in advance. The cab driver is ecuadorian. I try to start a basic conversation but my very limited spanish and my tiredness force me to give up soon. I sit down and relax and let the cab driver do his job. He uses his horn twice a minute. His left arm leans out of the window and points our next directions. We change the lane very quickly and drive slalom. The police is called "Chiappa" and every second word I hear is "Puta madre". But our car is not the only one with these characteristics. Lots of other road users do exactly the same. Some time later we arrive at my hostel where I directly go to bed. Today I am stoned. Buenos noches.
The next morning, my first south american morning, I get up very early, like 7 AM. Today I gonna visit Quito, la parte historical (odl Quito). Only a five minutes walk from my hostel Quito la parte historical is full of cars and ecuadorians. I feel a bit uncomfortable. Everybody is watching me, or my camera, I canīt tell. In the streets it smells a bit strange. On the one hand neither cars, trucks nor buses are using any kind of catalysator. The srteets go up and down the hills, similar to San Fransisco, consequently the vehicles have to work hard and huge clouds of smoke are left behind. On some places you can recognize this on the walls of certain houses.
I would like to continue my story of Quito now, but just in this moment a ecuadorian senorita is asking me to finish with my internet session. So what can I say... Hasta luego.