We rolled in at dusk, which is exactly the wrong time to be arriving into Quito. I skimmed over the pages in my Lonely Planet once more and confirmed that the onward public transport from the main Quito bus terminal to the El Giron area was considered too dangerous at night. We opted for a... Continue Reading →
On the day I was born, I was given a teddy bear. Not the most masculine of starts to a story I've ever told but there we go...
This was the first Loki hostel I’d stayed at and I’d chosen it specifically, as I was in the mood to party. The Lonely Planet I had described it as ‘not for the faint hearted’ and I took this as a glowing endorsement.
How altitude and a near death experience can change you.