Driving the “Ruta del Sol” in Ecuador….


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July 3rd 2006
Published: July 3rd 2006
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One of my objectives in heading to Ecuador was to find a relatively cheap package to the Galapagos Islands. However, finding a package, within the price range I wanted, and within the time frame I wanted to be there, was next to impossible. You can simply fly to the Galapagos for about $350 roundtrip but you risk either not finding a package within your budget or you end up having to wait several days before being able to explore the islands. It is virtually impossible to tour the Galapagos without being on a guided tour (usually by a small boat with cabins and all meals included) and I wasn’t willing to sit in some town on the islands with all the wildlife so close, yet so far!

So, I sat in my hotel room in Guayaquil, figuring out my next move. I had already toured Guayaquil, there was not much else to see, and I had three days before my flight back to Lima. While in my room I saw a map/brochure that described the “Ruta del Sol,” a drive along Ecuador’s Pacific coast. So, now I suddenly had my new objective: drive from Guayaquil west to the coast and
Heading towards the coastHeading towards the coastHeading towards the coast

Pretty much flat land and no service stations!
then head north until I reached the town of Jama, which sits on the equator, so I could put one foot in the northern hemisphere and one foot in the southern hemisphere.

Pondering a drive along the Pacific coast of Ecuador….

It would be a challenge doing this drive for a number of reasons. First, I’d have to figure out how to get out of the complex city of Guayaquil, in which road signs are few and far between. Second, I’d have to figure out how much time it would take to get to the equator and which towns I would need to stop in overnight. And finally, I would need to do all this in less than three days, and with only a modicum of Spanish language skills. On top of all this, I had no idea what the roads were like along the coast, whether they were paved and/or well-marked and most importantly, if there was any risk in being stopped by roadside bandits who would steal my car and all of my luggage, money, credit cards, camera, laptop computer, and perhaps even slash my throat just for the fun of it!

With my trepidation
Finally reaching the "Ruta del Sol"Finally reaching the "Ruta del Sol"Finally reaching the "Ruta del Sol"

Not many tourists, let alone locals. Perfect!
at its height, on Monday morning I caught the hotel’s shuttle bus to the airport where the car rental office was located and surprisingly quickly got into my 4-wheel drive SUV. While it was a fairly new car, it had tons of scratches and dents so at least it didn’t look like rental car which is a good thing. The gas gauge read nearly empty; apparently car rental agencies in Ecuador don’t give you a full tank to start with so getting gas would be my goal. Fortunately, the clerk at the car rental agency spoke some English and she was able to point me in the direction of the gas station and the road that heads out to the coast.

I found the gas station easily enough and the on-ramp to the highway that supposedly led to the coast was right next to the gas station. I did notice that gasoline is less expensive in Ecuador, only about $2/gallon compared to around $3/gallon in Costa Rica, so it never cost me more than around $20 to fill my tank and I think I filled it four times on this road trip.

The other thing I should have
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The red line indicates my not so straight route!
mentioned in my previous blog entry but didn’t, is that Ecuador’s official currency is the U.S. dollar. Up until this trip, I don’t believe I’ve visited another country where the currency was the dollar. I’ve visited many countries where the dollar is widely accepted and used, but never the only currency. Ecuador’s coins, however, are an odd mix of one-dollar, U.S. government-issued coins and 10 through 50 centavo coins which were equivalent to U.S. coins of these denominations. I’d not sure how it all works, but it was nice for a change to not convert the cost of products and services from the local currency to dollars all the time.

Getting lost then finding my way….

Finding the correct road to the coast was more of a challenge than finding the gasoline station. I was told to look for signs that said, “Salinas.” Salinas is the farthest town west of Guayaquil and sits on the edge of the Guayas Peninsula, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I would be driving towards Salinas but turn north about 20 kilometers before actually reaching it (my guide book didn’t seem make it seem it would be worth my while so I skipped it).
Headed inland several timesHeaded inland several timesHeaded inland several times

Sometimes the road hugged the coast. At other times it went into the mountains.
Several of the signs on the highway that encircles Guayaquil read “Av. Salinas” which means “Avenue Salinas,” which I assumed was in Guayaquil. Other signs that read just Salinas appeared to go off somewhere I wasn’t sure I wanted to go, such as an industrial facility, or in one case, a military base.

I ended up spending about 45 minutes on Guayaquil’s maze of highways and in at least three instances ended up on the same road not sure if I was heading north, south, east or west of Guayaquil. Finally, I turned onto a new road that I hadn’t been on three times and followed it for about three kilometers. Luckily, as I was on the on-ramp to this new road a bus in front of me read “Guayaquil-Salinas” on the back, so I assumed it was heading west towards Salinas. I took that road and several minutes later I finally saw a road sign saying, “Salinas y Ruta del Sol.” I was on my way to the Pacific—not sure how long it would take to hit the coast—but on my way nonetheless! New rule: follow buses if you aren’t sure you are on the right road (and
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This definitely isn't Cape Cod!
pray they are actually heading to the destination listed on them)!

Heading across the Guayas Peninsula….

To get to the coast and to the real start of the “Ruta del Sol,” you have to cut through a two-hour, flat, dull, totally uninteresting stretch of highway. The terrain the road cuts through is mostly brown with little vegetation and there is not much in the way of services along the route. In fact, there are no rest stops, gas stations or even emergency stopping lanes until you hit the coast. Luckily, there is hard-packed dirt on either side of the highway so I was able to pull off and take a “biology break,” hoping no one would see me (there weren’t any trees either).

As an aside, I should mention that there were several stretches of road between Guayaquil and the coast, and then, during the drive up the coast in which there were no gas stations, stores and in some cases even people. I can remember driving one stretch of road that jutted inland from the coast for about 50 miles through semi-tropical rainforest with trees encroaching on the road, in which there was nothing: no signs, no people, or any other drivers on the road—and my gas tank indicator was reading between ¼ of tank and empty. I kept an eye on the tank and prayed I’d hit a town with a gas station soon. It would be a bad place for a mechanical failure! New rule: get gas the first chance you get and always try keep the tank near “full!”

Reaching the “Ruta del Sol”….

Getting to the Pacific coast about two hours after I finally figured out how to get out of Guayaquil, was a tremendous experience. After leaving a mountainous area and spending an half hour in fog so thick I could barely see five feet in front of me, the fog clears and I’m now down at sea level with a long expanse of ocean on my left side, with nothing but beaches and small, thatch huts dotting the coast, apparently constructed for the tourist trade during the high season (I was on the coast in the low season). There was no one around except a few shopkeepers trying to make a few dollars during these intervening months.

It wasn’t cold; my guess is that it was about 70 to 75 degrees, but it certainly wasn’t warm enough for swimming, and during this time of year on the coast, it is generally overcast. However, I did have one day with bright sunshine which almost made some of the very poor towns along the coast almost look inhabitable. Whatever the weather, there is certainly something relaxing about being the only car on long stretches of road right on the coast, with no particular destination or objective in mind, only to find a decent town with decent hotels and restaurants, before nightfall.

Overnight in Montanita….

I had read in my guide book that Montanita, about one-third up the coast, was a surfer town filled with hotels and restaurants and would be a good stopping point for the night. Montanita wasn’t more than an half-dozen small streets with tourist stands, cheap hotels, surf shops and restaurants but it had a fun, “bohemian” feel to it. So, I drove through town to assess its appeal and the possibility of finding decent accomodations for the night. I decided it would work just fine but decided to head up the road a few more miles to find this eco-lodge on the hills overlooking the Pacific. “The Centro Samai,” eco-lodge/resort/spa was beautiful and had stunning views of the Pacific. It also had individual cabins dotting the rainforest and its manager was nice enough to show me several cabins. Each cabin had terrific views and the price was good but there was no one else there, and for lunch and dinner, I’d have to drive into Montanita anyways so I decided to head back there.

Charo’s Hostal in Montanita….

I usually spend some time evaluating hotels, B&B or hostels to stay at because the older I get the more finicky I am becoming in terms of what I want in a room. However, in this case, I was tired, hungry and just wanted to find a room and have lunch. Charo’s Hostal, just off the “main square” in grubby but quaint Montanita, fit the bill. For $10, I got a quiet room facing the ocean—so close to the ocean that when the tide came in so of the water spit on my window of my room—and the basic necessities: bathroom with hot water in the shower, a comfortable bed and clean sheets. It fit the bill for the night. Charo and her
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I think I hit some type of national holiday, celebrated in every small town.
husband David were very nice hosts and they ran a restaurant within the hostal so I ate “al fresco” in front of the hostal with a view of the dirt street, tourist hawkers and the handful of gringos making their way through town. Charo made an excellent fish ceviche, rivaling the most famous ceviches of Peru. Her hamburgers were quite good too and for $3, including a beer, it was a great deal.

Just down the road from Charo’s Hostal I found a terrific coffee house with several different types of coffee, friendly people, good music, and a pretty expansive menu. In fact, one of the staff played his guitar—and quite well—in between serving guests. I knew I’d be back for dinner.

Montanita is known as a “surfer’s town” due a long-breaking wave that hits the coast at just the right height and length (in fact it is the longest right-breaking wave in Ecuador) very close to town. Besides the various residents, others on bicycles selling eggs, milk and produce to the hotels and restaurants, you find many surfer going back and forward on the main street head to or from the beach, surfboards in tow. There isn’t much of a beach here, however, it’s more pebbles and rocks from the road jutting down to the ocean. The 1997-1998 El Nino wiped out most of the beach here. However, the town survives and it remains a tourist-surfer haven, even hosting a surfing competition and bikini contest each April. Unless you are a surfer, it isn’t worth spending more than a night or two here but just wanting the townsfolk going about their daily activities and watching the tourists come and go, makes for relaxing stay.

I did end up back at the coffee shop for dinner as I really liked the atmosphere and people there. Being a coastal town, seafood is the main choice on Montanita. I had the dinner special, some kind of white fish drenched in a creamy, spice sauce with avocados, potatoes and vegetables. While I like seafood well enough, I don’t crave it or eat it that often. However, this fish dish was one of the best I’ve ever had. I almost ordered a second plate of it. And, at $6.50 for the entire meal, I could have!

Racing Towards the Equator….

It is now Tuesday and I have to be back in Guayaquil to catch my flight back to Lima by Wednesday afternoon. I decided one night in Montanita was enough so I’d head north, hoping to reach the town of Jama, and the equator, before nightfall. My next big destination would be the town of Bahia de Caraquez, supposedly a town with a look and feel similar to that of Miami Beach. From Bahia, I could evaluate if I had the time to head farther north to the equator.

The road from Montanita to Bahia remained fairly nice, only some stretches filled with potholes. However, the road was no longer a straight shot. Once I left the town of Manta, the largest port town on the coast and the banana capital of the country (but quite an ugly town and the “official” end of the “Ruta del Sol”), I had to watch the road much more closely to find connecting roads to the next biggest town going north, and eventually, Bahia.

I was definitely heading north along the coast but when I hit the fairly ugly coastal town of San Jacinto, the road just seemed to end, in the center of town, along a dirt road following the ocean. Given it was almost 1:30pm at this time, I found the only open restaurant, parked the car right in front and had a decent beef and rice meal for $2, including a soda. The owner, a nice woman in her late 20s with two adorable kids, was able to point me in the right direction to get to the road for Bahia, however, by the time I left San Jacinto, it was almost 3pm and Bahia was still two hours north. It appeared I wouldn’t be finding the equator today as it was another two hours north of Bahia.

A night in Bahia….

Bahia, which lies on a small stretch of narrow land between the Pacific and the Bay of Bahia, was one of the cleanest and most well kept coastal towns in Ecuador that I had seen, and yes, it did remind a bit of Miami Beach. The town (more a small city, really) had a combination of newer, high-rise condominium buildings and smaller, colonial-style buildings. The first thing one will notice about Bahia is how clean it is, and unlike other towns along the coast, is fairly free of pollution from automobiles and trucks. Like Montanita, the town was hit by six months of punishing rains and wind during the 1997-1998 El Nino and then in August of 1998, a major earthquake damaged many of the town’s buildings leaving some 2500 of Bahia’s 20,000 residents living in the streets for several months. In fact, the town didn’t have water or electricity for almost six months. Since then, the town has been completely restored to its original grandeur and town officials declared it an “eco-city” in 1999, recycling waste, implementing strict pollution control laws and encouraging all residents to do their part to protect the environment, particularly its large bay. It also helped that a former President of Ecuador was raised in Bahia and still maintains a home there. He was instrumental in helping to rebuild the town, providing some money and sweat equity.

Driving through Bahia to find a hotel was quite easy as traffic, unlike other parts of Ecuador, was light and moved a leisurely place. I took the main route which follows the outer edge of town, starting on the bay side and routing through the other side of this small land mass to the Pacific side, where I found a hotel, the Hotel La Piedra, the most posh hotel in town. During the off season, however, the rates where very reasonable and I was given a large room with a balcony facing the Pacific Ocean.

When I arrived at the hotel, it didn’t appear to have a parking lot and frankly, I was a bit nervous throughout the coast, worrying about having the car stolen. A staff member told me just to leave the car on the road in front of the hotel. Apparently, he was there all night watching it while I slept.

There wasn’t all that much to do in town, particularly in the off season, not to mention that by the time I checked in and made my way to the center of town it was nearly 4pm. However, I wandered Bahia’s very pleasant streets, poking my head into shops and sitting in the town square, watching the car ferry let of assorted trucks and automobiles coming over from San Vincente.

By nightfall and dinnertime, I found a quaint Italian restaurant, a short walk from my hotel, attached, not surprisingly, to the Hotel Italia. The restaurant had an eclectic mix of furnishings and wall fixtures, some walls had paintings of small Italian towns, then another wall had pictures of various motorcycles and biker-type guys. However, by 7:30pm, on a Tuesday night in the off season, this restaurant of eight or ten tables was nearly full, mostly with residents but a few gringos as well. I had chosen well and had another outstanding three-course meal with two beers for $6.50. I’m really getting to like Ecuador!

The equator is out of reach for this trip….

After dinner, I had to face facts. I was now about seven-hours north/northwest of Guayaquil and the next afternoon I had to catch my flight back to Lima. I actually didn’t have to do anything; I was on vacation. So, I could get up the next morning, head the two or so hours north to hit the equator, stick my foot in the northern hemisphere, and then drive nearly nine hours back to Guayaquil, hopefully arriving back by 4pm to check in for a 6pm flight. I decided against going north for a number of reasons, mostly that the road continuing north deteriorated significantly from Bahia and the weather, I was told, would be turning colder and possibly rainy. The towns north of Bahia, particularly the closer one gets to the Columbian border also deteriorate fairly quickly. I decided, therefore, it was not my best interest to not end up in a bad town close to the Columbian border (Ecuador and Columbia have had border issues and skirmishes in the past). So, instead, I decided to leave at 6am to get back to the airport in Guayaquil with plenty of time to spare, treating myself to breakfast at Charo’s Hostal in Montanita, along the way.

I did make it back to the airport, with two hours to spare. While I didn’t get to see the Galapagos or the Equator, driving the “Ruta del Sol,” was a terrific adventure. I saw mile after mile of pristine coastline, white-sand beaches, and cute (if a bit grungy) fishing communities, had terrific meals and relaxed along the way. It is not a bad way to spend a few days.

More adventures soon. Thanks for reading!


Pura Vida!


Andrew
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