Each day we ride, Gaspar and Tostado lead the way.  Then myself, mum, and Anna fall in line behind.  Bringing up the rear is Christian, a ch...

Otavalo market was a lesson in variety.  I saw one wizened woman crouched in a doorway, proferring a live guinea pig (they are a staple meat...

The Otavalo market is the largest in South America and it's where we ended up after about two hours of driving north of Quito on Saturda...

*cue dramatic opening music* We left Miami about half past four on Friday the 3rd and hopped across the gulf and the isthmus of Panama to ...

I am home!  I have not seen Solo yet, sigh.  But reports note that he is fine, if a bit sad.  I have downloaded the pictures from the past n...

We are back in Quito.  I am itching to run down the street & go find the horses again.  The riding was beyond incredible.  There are man...

And in said universe, I am typing on a Spanish keyboard, so forgive me in advance for strange characters & typos, should they appear. ...

It's T-36 hours-ish until Ecuador Adventure 2010 begins!  Which means Flying Solo will be, uh, not so flying for a whole week. I c...

We had a lovely evening Friday.  Camp was set up along the edge of National Forest, burgers were grilled, horses settled in their pens, and ...