Day 15 - Otavalo and the train to Salinas
Today we had a change of plan from our original tour, so we
had a 5am start to get to Otovalo, north of Quito, to catch a fairly new
tourist train to Salinas. It looked as
though it would take an unreasonably long time to get from one end to the
other, but we were in for surprises.
Diego handed us over to Jaime (pronounce in Spanish) who was
in charge of all 13 people on the train, 12 women and Pete, though all the rest
spoke Spanish. The clouds had lifted and
the sun was coming out as we got underway along the beautiful valley. The train stopped at every station for an
activity and the first was to try some biscuits and jam, which we think may
have been bilberry.
At the next station, we walked across the road and back in
time in Lancashire, to a cotton mill, equipped in the 1920s, with cleaning and
carding machines from Manchester, spinning machines from Bolton and weaving
looms from Burnley (where Pete’s parents come from; could his Granddad have set
one of those looms?)
The next stop was to look at carvings of religious
figures. The workmanship was absolutely exquisite.
When we reached the next stop, it was heaving and 80 more
people got on the train for the exciting bit, a massive bridge over a canyon
and lots of tunnels. The last but one
stop was a viewpoint over the canyon before we rolled into Salinas.
This is a town of black Ecuadorians, who danced for us
before lunch, which was soup, then chicken, not terribly exciting. We met up with Diego for
the drive back to Otovalo Market, which is the biggest textile market in South
America. Sadly it started to rain and the
vendors started to pack up, so our looking and bargaining time was short.
As we reached Quito, it began to rain and the traffic was
horrific. The rain did stop, but the
journey into the city was dreadful.
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