Jeff and I are the only guests left at Rumiloma, so Ossy gives the staff the day off. We Uber to a lazy breakfast near Quito’s version of Central Park—Parque La Carolina—where families stroll, joggers jog, and two exhausted climbers inhale eggs like like they wronged us in a previous life. We wander down to […]
I imagine the chaos inside that part of my brain directing muscle repair— Muscle Command: “More quads? The skin won’t hold more quads, Sir!” “Calves?” “She can’t give anymore calves, Cap’n!” “Right, Ensign. He’s demanding too much. Turn up the soreness and crank stiffness to max! Cramp if you need to!” “Ok, Ok, he wants […]
Off to the Donkey Races With a full crowd planning to climb, it is not surprising that the hut is loud at 6:30pm—our official bedtime for a night start. I put in my ear buds, listen to a podcast, and try to rest. I may even get an hour of sleep, which is an hour […]
We reached Rumiloma just after noon yesterday. It’s sunny and warm, and it feels great to unpack and dry out wet, muddy gear. As usual, the staff fires the wood-burning stove in our room—totally unnecessary for the temperature, but ideal for gear-drying. At 3 p.m., Ossy invited everyone up to his house to climb on […]
We arrive in Quito at 12:30am and take the world’s shortest cab ride around the tarmac to the airport Wyndham. The driver is ecstatic for the five dollar fare, even if it dumps him at the back of the airport cab queue. (We’d later learn that such cheap taxi and Uber fares are courtesy of […]
Travels With Burma Jones 