Worst equator ever

So we´re still in Quito. The bus, all 28 hours of no doubt utterly rocking fun, doesn´t leave until 5am tomorrow. Can´t wait.

Not being hungover today we went to the equator. There is indeed a line. We took some photos and made jokes as we jumped over it. Unfortunately, this is not actually the equator at all. Despite the very pretty monument. Someone made a small miscalculation and the actual equator is just up the road. There is another park you can go to, but by this time we were tired and cold. Cold? At the equator? Who would have thought. It was freezing. And windy. And then the rain came. We got wet so I attempted to cure it the only way I know how. I went shopping. I am really good at shopping. Didn´t make us any drier, though, and Kruse did not seem to be enjoying himself as much as I was (who in their right mind does not like shopping for trinkets? Madness.) so we went back to the hostel and got him a jersey so he wouldn´t catch cold. And then went next door to the Irish pub and got hot toddys. Nice sign on the wall asking if any foreigners can visit the two gringo girls in prison here. They appreciate old clothes and cigarettes. Ask for Anna or Angela. Sadly, we´d missed visiting time for today.

There are so many gringos here. So, so many. Too many. I don´t like it. And most of them will be at our hostel waiting for the free rum and coke in a bucket that Kruse and I are trying to avoid tonight.