For the first morning in a long time, we didn’t need to be up early for anything. Our departure is at 1320 so we checked out before their appointed time of 1000 to have breakfast on the waterfront. Luckily for Kim, we made it just in time before they stopped serving breakfast. He was desperate for eggs after a few days of muesli.
We returned to the hostal to get our bags to take a pickup truck taxi for the airport (USD1.50) where we were able to check-in (with no queues) even though it was a little before two hours prior to the flight.
There was a little wait before security opened for us to go airside, even though they selectively called people up to inspect checked luggage (eg. batteries were found, or possibly local seashells).
Our Avianca flight on an A319 left a little early. We were again in Business Class (for the price of economy) row 2. Being a smaller plane than the previous, the legroom and reclined seem adjusted to suit except that row 1 had more recline and came into our face a little.
With about half the cabin occupied today, the crew actually did a meal servie rather than just bring out what we wanted. The meals were identical to the outbound except they and ran out of choice, which saw us both having mini-hamburgers again.
It was very hazy as we approached Guayaquil. It looked like Los Angeles compared to Galapagos towns. The terminal was nice and new and we exited to carp ponds next to the taxi stand.
The Nazu City hostel was next to Malecon 2000 (the waterfront) which we explored immediately before sunset. I’m guessing from the name that it is 18 years old but well maintained, so much so that parts were being closed off for cleaning and refurbishment. It was very well designed incorporating a mix of materials, textures, shapes, colours and levels. And the weather was to die for at low/mid twenties (Celsius) and humidity of around 75%. The Humboldt Current is responsible for this pleasant climate that South East Asia could benefit from.
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We weren’t hungry yet with the one hour time change. We returned to the hostel briefly before backtracking to Menestras del Negro (a fastfood diner with good schnitzel, rice, beans, salads etc) which we fell in love with in Quito.
Back in a big city, we were seeing a lot of security guards in flack jackets again. This appears to be a normal part of life in Latin America.