Tom hit the dog and went down hard.
He was right in front of me, but I actually had time, as I swerved around the wreck on the wet mountain curve and looked for flat enough place to park the motorcycle, to think: And here I thought getting robbed two days ago in Cuenca would be the low point of our trip.
“Adventure travel” seems packaged and safe until you’re in the pouring rain in the Amazon jungle with an injured buddy and a bike that won’t start, a satellite phone that won’t work, and a 20,000-foot Andes mountain looming between you and a warm bed.
Read the rest of the story of my Ecuador trip on Medium.com …
Oh David, if only you’d strapped on a helmet cam and hooked it up to your satellite phone, you could have live-streamed everything for us to enjoy…
But even without any video, wow, what a story! There may be “no place like home,” but to experience a different part of the world up close as you did would be, for many of us, little more than a fantasy. Or a PBS special.
With apologies to Nike, you “just did it.” Congrats… and welcome home!
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