Me, Adam and his friend Matan all set off from Quito at midday to Ibarra. From there we got a front seat ride next to the driver on the bus to San Lorenzo through some great scenery and down through the clouds into the tropics again. We arrived in the middle of another thunderstorm and words of caution from the bus driver (his colleague had been robbed the night before in the same town) and the hotel owner who told us that it was not a safe town to be walking around in the dark. According to the books where we were heading we would be risking malaria, sandflies and river blindness and a friend of Matans had also described the next town as being full of one armed men whose missing limb had been hacked
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