Arturo, Chella's son, was quick on the phone to call the bus station and find out when the next bus would be leaving... 10:00; another quick call to our driver in Loja and Arturo arranged for another driver to be waiting for us, as it would take longer on the bus to arrive in Loja.
The bus was in great condition, the ride was nice and uneventful, except for the gagging children behind us as we zipped our way through the windy roads of the Andes. The ride only took 4 hours, and we were both grateful to get off the packed bus.
We ate a quick lunch, found our next driver and we were off by 3:00 for Macara. Our driver was very friendly and Chella drilled him for information on land prices and availability. Her family is looking for farm land, and in this country anyone is fair game for possible leads. The ride over the Andes was nice and calm..
|Baby Sugar Cane|
|Bull in the road|
|FOG in the Andes, I kept my eyes closed most of the time|
|Teresa and Chella|
Here are some photos I took of the family home in Macara. This house is over 100 years old. I was told that the family owned almost the whole block, and over the years they sold it off or other family now lived in it.
|Chella's bed in the opposite corner|
|Hallway looking towards the front door.|
|Open air dining room|
|Chella's sister Marta in the kitchen|
|Back yard, plant area and laundry room|
|Suicide shower head. I opted for cold showers.|