Category Ecuador

into Peru

We’ve been looking forward to Peru for a while. Not so much for Machu Picchu-like attractions, which I may even pass on, but because the Andes riding is a test and a reward for the solo rider. Big distances, barren landscapes, good dirt.

Also, Peru is huge. Three times the size of California. 50% bigger than BC.

But first we have to cross the border today. Lonely Planet guides are a bit huge for me so I use apps called Viva! on my iPad mini for basic beta. The paragraph about the Huaquillas crossing ahead reads this way. Click for a fun/scary read


Well thankfully that isn’t going to be our experience of it, but they’re right, Huaquillas is a full-on lawless dive. But most Latin border towns are.

The day’s track. The Garmin has decided to not track me south of the border today, so just pretend I follow the coastline where the track straightlines. I can’t wait for Google to come out with GPS hardware for Google maps.
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The ride is over 200 miles, plus an unknown amount of hours at the border, so it’s an early start. If something goes sideways we’re going to have to return to Machala, another lawless dive. Fingers crossed, we have a nice green start out of Cuenca

We’re headed for a long-distance-rider mecca: Mancora. A fishing village on a long beach with the best food in thousands of miles. Specifically the ceviche.

It goes dry very fast and we ride through a high canyon for a couple of hours

Hey Lucinda baby

Speaking of who needs a bath

We haven’t seen a soul in hours then these guys fixing a power line make for a nice pic

Whoops, fog

Then it goes green again

Down to an interesting mountain town on a river

Worried about the time we speed up and soon we’re in Ecuador’s Nanaimo visual equivalent, Huaquillas. We speed through because Lucinda’s in no mood to be raped today

Then we go through miles, really, of banana plantation. It’s harvest time

Further on we arrive at the border for the usual procedure: Ecuador immigration, aduana, Peru immigration, aduana then seguro. It’s ridiculously modern, what a surprise, no more than a year or two old. And incredibly, Ecuador and Peru share the same immigration building. There’s a bit of a hang up as my adauna guy is in training and can’t figure out the paperwork, but after all this time I’m up to speed enough to know what we need and we’re through in about 90 minutes. Wow

Here’s the SOAT lady’s son. She’s gone off to find the money changer for me who only screws me out of .17 Peru solas per dollar. About a 6% haircut

That done, we pass through the Peru-side border town of Aguas Verdes, which is not so bad, and we see for the first time Peru’s equivalent of a cab

Then rice fields

I think…

Very quickly it’s arid as we head south

Into Mancora. The sky has alternating low patches of pelicans and high patches of frigate birds


through Alausi

I think you can ride the whole way from Alaska to Patagonia on the PanAmerican Highway. Some people, possibly most, do but it’s considered bad form. Sometimes you have no choice, like through Panama. Sometimes you can get around it but the route would be rediculously contrived, like Costa Rica. Most of the time it can be avoided without being silly. It’s useful for some of the better border crossings and that’s when most riders jump on it for a while.

So Hans, a while back, surprisingly tells me that the PanAmerican between Riobamba and Cuenca is one of the best paved rides in Ecuador.

That’s convenient because I want to head south quickly now.

The day’s track
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It looks like this for most of the distance to Cuenca
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Leave funky Riobamba

The road starts through heavily farmed and prosperous looking hills with huge Chimborazo in the far distance

Views of hills miles away

Stopped by construction and have to ride ripio for some miles. I was in the mood for it, so it’s good

Stop at a small town and watch some futbol

Then up into mountains. You can see the road clearly here. Perfect high-speed twisties – 3rd and 4th the whole way. Fantastic

Around one corner we can see a town in the Valley. Alausi – I’d heard about this place

Click on the video to the left for a panorama of this special town. We ride in and explore. If I wasn’t kinda desperate to get south after too much slack time I would have spent the night

Back into the mountains. The pic is worth a click

Clouds start building

As we topped out they started rolling across the landscape



It had been nice to ride fast for hours. But we’d been goofing around too long in Alausi, time to stop taking photos and head into Cuenca before the final ride out of Ecuador


This is a two day ride post. The route was designed by Ben in response to my boat trip idea. It’s also going to be the end of our travels together as I need to be going solo again. More on why this works so well for me another time.

The day one track
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But as usual it was more like this
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The first stop is in the town of Saquisili. Importantly Ben’s timed it so we arrive on market day, Thursday morning. It’s a gigantic affair. We’re in a very rural area and it’s just locals so we have to be careful with what we photograph, and at close quarters ask for permission, which we occasionally don’t get.

But anyway. Pigs by the part. His remaining trotter is on sale I guess

Fruit and vegetables

Rope, which the men weave on site

Sewing stalls where you can get stuff fixed. Very cool

Lambs. They were making that last-chance desperate bleeting sound, hoping a gringo will buy them and take them home to a nice safe field in Canada

We had lunch here, at the food court. We’re all pretty brave but this wasn’t a winning day for us here

Rodents, specially guinea pigs. Shoppers would grab rabbits, guinea pigs, whatever and throw them into a wriggling kicking sack which they’d carry around and shop some more


Oranges, pineapples, watermelons and baskets

Time’s pressing and we’re headed high into the mountains to see Quilotoa. Off we go up a small paved road

Into high agricultural hills


Various sections of our road can be seen here

The road turns to a really crappy dirt, sand, broken stone affair that’s a bit technical in parts.

A view here a couple of thousand feet down to the river plain

A couple of hours of riding later we arrive in a desolate, chaotic landscape

We’re at Quilotoa, a huge crater lake, 12,800 feet

From Wiki

…a water-filled caldera and the most western volcano in the Ecuadorian Andes. The 3 kilometres (2 mi) wide caldera was formed by the collapse of this dacite volcano following a catastrophic VEI-6 eruption about 800 years ago, which produced pyroclastic flows and lahars that reached the Pacific Ocean, and spread an airborne deposit of volcanic ash throughout the northern Andes. The caldera has since accumulated a 250 m (820 ft) deep crater lake, which has a greenish color as a result of dissolved minerals…

A major geological feature, there are a few hostels for visitors

It’s really f***ing cold. We struggle to warm up. The Hostel has a small iron stove and that’s it in the main building. Each room has a stove but we’re given two little logs each which just fill the room with smoke. I sleep in my clothes again

In the morning, frozen, we blast off down the mountain to Riobamba

The second day’s track
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I’m sure you’re getting the idea. I think the last straight stretch of road of more than a half mile was back in Panama
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Half way down we get a great view of Cotopaxi

On the plains we pass Chimborazo. Because of the equatorial bulge it’s the highest mountain in the world, although only 20,600 feet above sea level at this latitude

I’m riding along and there are big-bikers ahead. Curious, I speed up. It’s the Riobamba chapter of the Latino Americanos. What a gas.

Ben and Maddie appear unexpectedly, stop, and we take some photos

The bikes

Then it’s a short ride into Riobamba

Ben, Maddie and I go out to a celebration/farewell dinner where there’s a one-man play. They’ve been great riding companions. Normally I don’t think either of us would ride with others for so long but we went through the Colombian epic together and some kind of bond formed over that. Young, tough, smart and savvy. Ride fast, ride safe, amigos.

to Banos

(I’m over a week behind after 5 days riding and the internet here, way south of my last post, is super slow for image uploading, so the next four posts will be brief)

The third and final leg of my little out-and-back Amazon adventure is the road to Banos.

But first, for riders, we found a terrfic lodge in Misahualli, the Banana Lodge, on a river to hang out at. $18 a night and the best place at that price in a few countries

It’s right on this great swimming river. Don’t pee in the water or a tiny candiru fish may swim up your urinary tract and require surgical removal. Really.

Tons of butterflies on the banks. To the right of the boat

Butterflies are the thing in Ecuador

Catch a red one in flight

Swarm! Well, almost

It’s a ten minute walk into town for meals. Misahualli is a very small village and has monkeys in the main square

We get a bus into the nearest largish town, Tena. Tena is a dump.  It’s the objective of riders to identify dumps in advance and not get caught overnighting in the palces like Tena, although it often happens. Often there’s no choice, like Coca a couple of days ago. Anyway, here are some flattering shots

Central Park

If they had a tourist attraction this bridge would be it

On the flip side, Tena is big enough to have maybe 100 taxis and they all cruise up and down the main street. As soon as we get in the cab the driver honks at another cab. I ask why, he says mi amigo. Then he honks again at another, and another, and they’re all honking at him and each other. So we cruise down the mainstreet listening to all this and for some reason I think this is the best thing in the world and crack up, happily thinking what a great thing the Latin American community, again, is.

The next day we ride to Banos. We’re headed there to end my trip idea and start Ben’s route the next day. It’s his turn and he has a cool plan

The day’s track
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It rains heavily most of the way. Some shots of when it wasn’t. Dense jungle

Another beautiful rio

A tropical canyon. Fantastic riding through this for maybe 100 miles

And into Banos, a town famous for hotsprings

A typical street

My front tire pressure is low (again) and I can’t find my pencil guage which used to live in my tank bag so I drive around looking for a parts store and find Auto Fantastico. Awesome name, typical

And run into this guy, who left Vancouver 35 years ago. I think, wow, one of the very few who left. The only reasonable explanation is maybe another Canuck’s playoff disaster affected him deeply

Rio Napo 2 (con moto)

As previously mentioned, the owner of Freedom Bikes in Quito said there was a route he was working on but hadn’t done. The theory was that you could get big motos onto a boat in Coca and run them 6 or 7 hours up the river to Misahualli. The big problems are that there are no ramps or boats set up for it, and that the upper reaches of the river are very shallow and require a skilled and experienced operator in a flat bottomed canoe.

I had suggested this route to Ben optimistically thinking this could all be sorted out somehow. It went sideways on us a bit to start with, but it happened and ended up being a great day.

Here’s the day’s river track. It didn’t occur to me to turn the GPS on until we were well upstream, about 15 miles back in Puerto Francisco de Orellana (Coca). The track length is 77.7, so a total journey up an Amazon river of about 93 miles. A damn long way considering how sketchy it got up river and how long it took to get going
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We’d chartered the boats a couple of days earlier – two different boats for two different jobs. The first guy, who introduced us to the second guy, gave us assurances that there’d be no problem.

This morning we waited at the agreed place and it was a no-show. Rather than bore you with a huge quantity of detail we eventually met up at a new location on a small dock. The boat looked fine as it was what we expected.

(all the shots of loading and unloading were taken by Maddie)

We wait about 15 feet above the river for the boat guys to get their stuff together while the locals look at the bikes

A precocious kid

Trying the bike for fit

Then we go and have a chat with the boat owner at the bottom of the ramp about how this is going to go

We chuck our gear in the boat. I leave my cans on for a few minutes so I can get my feet down on the ramp if it’s slick

Then down the ramp. We’re not sure about the surface so Ben stands ready in case it gets weird

The bottom step. Simple, no problems obviously. It’s the boat that bothers us.

Ben’s shots are in Ben’s camera and he’s gone to Banos as I write this, so I’ll update it in a couple of days.

Both bikes down, we think about the next step after my boxes are off

There’s not much to think about. Put a ramp in the skinny canoe

Back her down

And twist her in, after dropping the rear off the ramp

Roll her back

And tie her down. I pick the drainage holes which aren’t wide enough apart and Ben picks canopy rails which look to me to be too weak. As it turns out both work fine

Done! Not too bad

We go over to the riverbank while the owner gets gas. That’s our boat in the middle. We have a crowd all morning

Which he floats out

Then we’re off! The owner has two helpers and his girlfriend along. We’re going to need the helpers at the far end

Life on a riverboat in Ecuador is very good

Get the customary Lucinda glamour shot out of the way

The river’s quiet and wide at the start and we settle in to enjoy it. The boat is fast but we’ve got at least 6 hours of river ahead, maybe more. Needless to say we’re pretty happy about it
We pass indigenous people fishing. From here on we only see traditional dugout canoes except at the village 40 miles away

It’s an uneventful first two hours and we just enjoy the view


Then the sky goes dark and we’re in a huge rainstorm. The driver puts on a bike helmet. Cool
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It’s beautiful when it dies down

There’s one chance to buy food in the 90-ish miles and we stop. The bikes look great in this context I think

It’s here

We eat at the place on the right

One of the two streets. This is a river servicing village I guess

Then back to the river

Then the fun starts. We start running out of deep water in places. This goes on for a couple of hours.

Two guys watch the water depth and use hand signals until they get nervous, then they give direct instructions. In the video to the left, we’re close to bottoming out the boat and he asks us to get our weight forward

Testing water depth

Hand signals

At one point we’ve bottomed out then the engine dies and we drift fast backwards towards a bank. It’s all smiles when it re-starts. The guy furthest forward is the mechanic. He has to fix the engine twice. It doesn’t take him long

Another Lucinda shot since this is all about her having a new experience

There are mild rapids, but nothing of consequence since (according to the GPS) we’ve only risen 490 feet all day.

Navigation becomes the thing for the rest of the day as we travel through this exotic place, completely removed.

At about 5 o’clock we reach our destination, bank the boat and beach the gear

Then start figuring out how we’re going to get the bikes out of the boat. We have several ideas. The only thing that seems to make sense is somehow getting the bikes onto the front platform. What we do from there we’re not sure about at first. Finally it’s obvious. Lift them off in one heavy drop.

Moving them onto the platform requires a small ramp and a bit of luck. The benches are from a previous idea. Some locals hanging around the beach jump in to help (we later give them 10 bucks to split)

Almost there

Then, when on the platform, a careful drop to the ground


It’s been a perfect day

As bright as the last pictures are however, by the time we get the gear back on the bikes and leave it’s getting late. We ride to our lodge in the dark and demolish a vast quantity of the local pilsener, sharing the recent memories.


Rio Napo 1 (sin moto)

Yay Ecuador!

(most of these pics are from a robust point-and-shoot Canon G15 I’m using with the Cybershot. I miss my little Lumix)


There’s a reason for being here other than wanting to visit the Amazon forest. It’s in two parts but both require chartering a boat, or two boats.

Ben and I set off early yesterday morning looking for a boat. The back up plan was to find the Harbour Master, or whatever passes for that here. I’ve been worrying for a few days that my plan might not pan out, but we find a boat operator and tell him what we want. He considers it and says part 1, no problem, leave in the morning. Part 2 he needs to talk to someone about. He gets on the phone, we meet someone and have a long technical chat and within an hour we have a plan and I’m not only excited but relieved.

So this morning we’re doing the first part, getting a boat ride down the Rio Napo through the Amazon forest. We meet at 5:30 in the morning here

Off we go east, downstream into the sunrise

At times, when the river runs shallow, it’s very wide

We make our way to the southerly riverbank

And when it brightens it looks like this – dense and beautiful.

It rains. Me and our indigenous guide. We can’t remember his name, yikes

We spend a few hours cruising the embankment to our destination. They’re occasional small villages in the trees

And once in a while industrial freight, headed somewhere crazy

We stopped after a few hours and went into the forest. It looked like this

As you know I like butterflies. Here are some I saw  in the forest and elsewhere today

On a riverbank

I only saw one of these and felt lucky to get the pic


Very small

OK, here’s a gorgeous one. On the assumption this butterfly has never ever been seen by man before, I’m hereby naming it (Ecuadorus – bookmark until we find the family name)Ecuadorus lucinda. If no objections appear in the comments below we’ll assume it’s a done deal. She couldn’t believe it when I told her. Now on top of naming Tropical Storm Lucinda (a gale that came through Lake Nicaragua one evening we were there) her international fame grows.

The butterflies gather on clay to drink

Quite large, maybe 3 inches. Oops, bad shot

These ones had ragged wings

Other things on the forest floor. This frog. But I think it’s a toad

Our guide said this one is poisonous

A lizard

A very large spider that was being attacked by a huge swarm of ants. We freed it up a bit

This thorny spider was about an inch across (Ben pic)

And a happy discovery – this huge fellow who’s a very close relative of the spider in Panama we wrote in some detail about. The back markings are different only as far as we could see

There’s something called a clay lick in a steep ravine where parrots come to lick the surface apparently for potassium. If you click on this image you’ll see a few top right.

We get back in the boat and our guide takes us to a village where we get a display of native customs from a girl and her sisters. It’s unfortunately not random and they’ve done this before for visitors, which takes the edge off it, but at least we don’t pay for the experience. But anywaIMG_0275y it’s fascinating

We’re given a strange sweet/sour drink from a local plant. It’s unlike anything I’ve tasted and quite good. After a few pulls on it I suddenly think ‘bloody hell, I hope I’m not about to launch into a rip-your-face-off 10 hour ayahuasca trip one country before planned’. I look over at Ben and can tell from his big grin he’s thinking the same thing

Back on the river again

We ask the boat guy to stop at a playa on a big mid-river island

Great walking

We go and explore the little forest

Walk around it a bit

You don’t want to walk in here at night

Back in the boat

Off to see some monos on monkey island. I’m a bit turned off by monkeys right now because of a bastard monkey incident that happened to Maddie and me a couple of days ago. Nope, I can’t talk about it. Just imagine what the grossest thing a guy in the street could do in front of you. Anyway, here are a couple of the little creep’s cousins

This bird is an owl that spends the day parked on top of a post, pretending it can’t be seen. You can walk around it, wave at it, talk to it, generally try and make it move but it won’t. It just stares at you convinced it’s invisible.

Hanging birds nests. Bigger than the ones in Costa Rica

Then, 12 hours after we left, we set off for Coca before dark. Fantastic

A volcano in the distance

The big day is tomorrow. I’m seriously hoping nothing goes wrong, as it easily could.

Coca (Puerto Francisco de Orellana)

From Wiki

… named for Francisco Orellana who explored the confluence of the Coca River and the Napo River. It is believed that he set sail from the current location of the town eventually making his way into the Amazon River seeing the “Amazon” or tribes in which the women also fought. Eventually Francisco de Orellana made it to the Atlantic. He made a second expedition leaving but died on the Amazon delta unable to find a way through.

It looks like this. A very favorable shot. It’s rough

It’s a port of small boats, mainly servicing downstream towns and villages as far away as Iquitos, Peru. I even saw one boat marked with Manaus,  Brazil, which may be a two-week journey across the continent.

There’s no tourist trade in the streets so it makes for an interesting walk. You can see fisherman with nets on the river everywhere, so naturally the fish market is fun.

This look like a bit like Parana, but actually it’s Pacu


Tilapia, which is a basic you eat the whole time in Latin America


Tilapia for lunch


A lady selling oils, bloods and extracts

Even oil from boa constrictors

Cool truck


It’s sometimes more like this

Getting my gringo flipflops repaired

Later, out to find dinner. The walk from the hotel

Past this corner

Up this street

To Las Delicias! The best restaurant in town, our hotel told us. Good but not so good ceviche. Peru apparently is the best at that.

into the Amazon

A few days ago I visited a bike shop in Quito hoping for good route information. Specifically I asked about the Amazon. Peru is also a good entry point from this side of the Andes but wouldn’t fit with what I have in mind for down there. The owner told me they were working on an idea to take a journalist who wanted to go to the Ecuadorian Amazon as part of a bike experience. He told me his idea.

This is a multi-day thing so I’ll save the complete story for the next posts, but it’s pretty obvious how this is going to go, if it plays out…

The day’s track. A shame Basecamp doesn’t have nice relief in this case
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Since we’re talking about Basecamp, here’s a detail of the sort of screw up you can have when your GPS isn’t giving you legible info in cities. A messy error in downtown Quito rush hour right after we left. But to a previous generation of riders, complaining about a GPS is laughable, so.
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Anyway off we went. It’s an aggressive ride, 258 miles up and over the Andes and foothills on the far side, then into the Amazon to the end of the road, the town of Coca.

I like to take photos without holding people up so we agreed on a waypoint to meet up about 200 miles down the track, once we were out of the city, and took off.

We were travelling away from Cotopaxi (19,300 feet) but I got a shot of her over the outskirts of town

And one more later before she disappeared from view

Then the trees cleared and we started the long climb. First this

The excellent small road gained altitude through gold and green hills

The road construction started

And turned to ripio for about an hour. Spectacular. I had no idea what to expect, certainly not this

As we got closer to the top the trees returned

And peaked out here at 13,200 feet. Very cold. Flip the heated grips on

Some huts about 1000 feet down on the far side

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Here’s a better one, says Lucinda

Three shots of the same thing is pretty bad blog form but I didn’t know which on to pick. It was special

Down a bit, an alpine village

Small streams appear frequently

Which became waterfalls

Exotic landscapes and crags

And then ahead, trouble. Rain ahead. We had to ride the Andes for another 100 miles, then the Amazon for another 75 and if we got slowed down we weren’t going to make it by dark

Worse yet, as we passed through a small village we got fogged in

Luckily the rain only lasted a short while.

The next couple of hours was riding endless twisties through this wonderful tropical forest

Eventually we descended to the forest floor by which time the rivers were big

It was time to make serious progress and let her rip. This is a bit of a risk in Ecuador as speeding gets you three days in jail, really. We met up with Ben and Maddie at the waypoint and set off for Coca.

Then the very best thing happened. A ferry crossing. Bikes onIMG_0196

We passed some local motos coming the other way. Happy days

Then we rode fast into Coca. The temperature had gone from freezing this morning to furnace heat.

Coca’s a tough town at the junction of the Rio Coca and Rio Napo.

It’s the end of the road, there are no tourists and we are oddities here. They’ve never seen bikes like ours. We all agree that we like it here and we’re happy to be in the heart of the Ecuadorian Amazon. But we’re very tired, it’s been a big day.