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Really an unexpected stop, but an enjoyable one. We found out about this jewel from one of our rides while we were on our way to Quito . . . so we thought.
We figured, why not stop off here really quickly and check out the infamous "Mercado de los Ponchos" and meet the country’s Indigenous population . . . Again, we had a nice time.
At first, Arnaud had a hard time finding us a place to stay, but after a while he eventually came upon a very nice family who was willing to let us in for the night! Wonderful people. And so generous too.
So after getting set up for the evening, we set out to check out the town a bit. Of course, we checked out the market, which was, in fact, very nice; though it looked a lot like the markets in Perú, with similar arts & crafts.
Oh and I had a blast playing dress up too! Got a chance to try on one of the traditional costumes that the local women use. And I must say it was beautiful, but a bit expensive for me. I guess so, considering all the time that goes into the embroidery.
One thing, I definitely won’t forget about our time here is the accident we witnessed.
Well, actually, we didn’t see it happen, but we did see the result . . . right in front of the living quarters where we were staying, a woman was run-over and left for dead, right there on the road!!
I couldn’t believe my eyes, but it was really happening! I couldn’t bear to actually go up to the actual crime scene, but the people of the town, had no fear .
C’est vraiment un hasard si on s’est arrêté dans cette ville. C’est un routier qui nous conseille cette ville, connu pour son marché de poncho.
Comme toujours, trouver une maison, se promener dans la ville, notre première rencontre, une famille d’indiens complètements bourrée.
Après quelques verres et de rigolades, nous visitons le marché, très sympa, un peu cher, mais intéressant ! Avec tout de même des regrets, car ne pouvant rien acheter, vu nos sacs !
Et plus tard dans la soirée comme toujours, ce fut un excellent moment chez l’habitant, toujours aussi curieux de nous connaitre, de poser de milliers de questions, de parler toute la nuit.