You probably will not believe me if I tell you that I left Ecuador. But it’s toch echt true. In no other country I stayed as long as in Ecuador, although I didn’t like the smallest republic in South America at all. Most of the time I stayed in Quito, which for me is a shit hole, filled with unfriendly people. And above all, it’s expensive. So why hang out that long? Hm, her name is Maria. We saw or talked to each other for half a year each day. One slight difficulty – she’s married to an absolute fuck of a husband and he’s dangerous too. I was facing the death penalty (Latinos don’t like it when you date their women, which is an understatement). But Maria and I survived. I saw her husband Don Dickhead most of the time and he had no clue. Actually he was pretty upset when I left, thinking I was his best friend ever. He wants to go to Holland now, because he thinks all the people in the Low Lands are as kind as me. So shoot him on sight when he crosses the border. On my account Maria told him that I was gay, so she could leave with me without any problem. Most of the time I visited her at her hotel, down town Quito. So the people in Quito remember me as this Dutch gay fuck, which makes me laugh. Yes I counted my blessings in Quito and still can’t believe that Maria and I got away with it. I probably will see her again. Well this was a crazy half-year in a nutshell.
Anyway the Guzzi had smooth half year in Ecuador. We climbed some volcanoes, up till 5300 meters high, but for the rest she was patiently leaning on her sidestand. Besides some maintenance on the suspension that was leaking oil as a result of too many volcano adventures there was not much to do. To be honest, if I spent 5 hours working on the Guzzi in two years time it`s a lot. My bike doesn’t need attention just a careful hand on the throttle. She runs forever, under every circumstance. I took me three days to get at Tumbes at the north coast of Peru. The Guus ran smoothly. Any idea how much fun it is driving a 32 year old Guzzi through South America? Took some nice pictures of her. Had to make it up to her. The Guus is the only lady who waits patiently and never mourns. Personally I don’t know better-looking V7`s than mine. As you understand I’m quite a happy guy. This is what I can do best, driving the Guzzi.
I have to do some work in Tumbes (money is low) and then I’ll cruise to lake Titicaca where I’ll make a documentary about the legend of the Titicaca Kakwijf, if I find enough subscribers for the DVD. It will be another vicious adventure, that’s for sure.
If I remember Ecuador I’ll remember Maria and her husband beating her up and treating her for the rest of the day like shit. It-s quite a common thing to tread your wife like garbage in this country, thanks to the machismo. And not to mention little Karencita, Maria’s six-year-old daughter, who’s embarrassed about her father. We all are. Maria is with both hands tied to her boring life, so it will be difficult to get her out of there. Don Dickhead threatens to kill her when she leaves. Quite a tragedy indeed.
Ecuador is not only filled with Don Dickheads. If you go to the coast or to the little villages the people are nicer, but always keep their distance. I mean this is not Colombia where people tread you like a king. A true nice thing about Ecuador is the landscape. I took these pictures near Quenca and this one near the border of Peru. Well this is enough for the moment. English is still not my language. I’ll intend to write more in English, although I don’t like it. Ciao
PS: By the way, I heard that you Gringos took great care of my Dutch friend Jan who broke his hand in Mexico while driving his XT600. Thanks for that. Most kind Patrick!
PS II, deze geef ik even mee ter overdenking.