The next morning was a little adventure – mission: to post the snorkelling gear home! The previous day we had hunted down 2 cardboard boxes at a supermarket, which John used to create one large box to fit the rather cumbersome sized fins. Very clever, that bloke. We then used our trusty phrasebook to valiantly try to explain to the patient woman behind the counter that we wanted to send the gigantic parcel ‘certificado’ in the hope it would reach its destination. It took some time, but mission was accomplished! Now, we just have to wait to see if it arrives!
The rest of the day was spent slowly, VERY slowly, walking through the new town looking for bookstores that sold English language novels so we could ‘stock up.’ The reason we had to take things so slowly, was Nic was having trouble with the hills. No, she hadn’t become ridiculously unfit – the chest infection and altitude made it feel like Jabba the Hutt was sitting on her chest when a hill was attempted. Found a fantastic second hand bookstore run by an English chap who had lived in Quito for 23 years. We had a good old natter, and Nic found another Louis de Bernieres novel to sate her appetite, as well as a Stieg Larsson (she wants to see what all the fuss is about with The Girl with the Dragon Tatoo).