Returning early to Quito from the Jungle, greeted only by the multidude of drug dealers that linger around the hostel, wasn´t the best start to the end of my stay in Ecuador. Finding out there was no space in the hostel we stayed at before, we moved down two door to the hostel populated entirely by Spanish hippies. In fact, the colourful rooms and large portions of breakfast were very pleasant. I had planned to return to Quito and be proactive and sort out various things that I had been procrastinating (haircut, post, new debit card) and though I got none of these things done, at least I can blame the torrential downpour this time. Braving the conditions, I went out to a club and got very drunk thanks to free drinks provided by a distant relation to Pablo Escobar, the famous Colombian drug lord, or so they claimed to be.

The next day it was finally time to visit the old city of Quito, though the rain reduced the splendour of the colonial buildings and all we really wanted to do was go back and watch more TV (story of Qutio).