It is great to have friends who have your back and go out of their way to help you....though I had many options to get to Toronto to catch my flight.....my friends Vickie and Doug insisted they drive me the 150k to Toronto.....
We are at Tucker's Market near the Airport
the bike will stay in Sleipner's name until David returns from Africa ....around March 10th...at this time I will make a trip back to Quito. David estimates it will take 4 days for the process including new licencing and insurance.
I take a much needed shower and go out for dinner...walking around the neighborhood noting a number of bars and restaurants before picking an Indian Diner...
A city square which seems to be an entertainment district....
Chicken on a stick...with a coffee so thick I am unable to drink...
A parade through the square...not a clue as to the occasion....
A few pics along the way
The vegetation is thick and lush...
I am very fortunate to get a room....I think Juan Carlos bumped someone who hadn't arrived yet because his nephew had been apologetic earlier that they were fully booked for Carnival.....but Carlos said he had a room for me.......
Dinner at the surf shack.......then there I run into people I've met before .......and we trade a few stories.....on my return to Sundown I overtake a bike I recognise and pull him over...it is Bob White from Chelmsford Ontario....I met 2 years ago and he knew my uncle.....we agree to meet up later for a ride.
We are at Tucker's Market near the Airport
The flight leaves about 1130pm arriving in Quito early at 530am......A light dinner is served about 1230am which I miss as I have fallen asleep....followed by breakfast at 4am.....Immigration goes smoothly ....I retrieve my checked luggage and get a taxi to Sleipner. The altitude takes some adjusting and on the ride in I feel like I'm suffering from a hang over. Francisco is waiting at the gate with my moto.......we go inside and finish up the paper work (payment for the bike and modes)...
The plan had been to go straight to Canoa but I am knackered from the flight and in no condition to ride.....Francisco gets me a room at the Blue House a $1.50 taxi ride from Sleipner. I go and have a nap for a couple hours and return to Sleipner and pack the bike....Francisco invites me to the annual bike night but it is at the airport and I am to fatigue to ride 29k. Francisco shows me the way to the hostel.
I take a much needed shower and go out for dinner...walking around the neighborhood noting a number of bars and restaurants before picking an Indian Diner...
A city square which seems to be an entertainment district....
Chicken on a stick...with a coffee so thick I am unable to drink...
A parade through the square...not a clue as to the occasion.... 
The bike is packed and ready to leave for 630am . My gps is set to get me to Chone which is the route I have chosen to get me to Canoa....the gps will not accept Canoa or San Vicente so I am on my own after that.....the route I take making a wrong turn at Chone as my GPS has run out of juice and I am winging it......I know I am on the wrong route when I see a sign for Portoviejo....so I see a municipal truck parked at the side of the road and stop and ask in Spanish direction for Bahia.....he responds in Spanish.....I let on I know what he is saying and follow his hand directions and by the grace of God make my way without any problems...
A few pics along the way
The vegetation is thick and lush...
stop for a break and get approached by friendly Ecuadorians wanting to know of my travels and admiring the bike.....another talked to me earlier who had a VSTROM at home and explained he to was an Adventure Rider.....
I am very fortunate to get a room....I think Juan Carlos bumped someone who hadn't arrived yet because his nephew had been apologetic earlier that they were fully booked for Carnival.....but Carlos said he had a room for me....... 
Dinner at the surf shack.......then there I run into people I've met before .......and we trade a few stories.....on my return to Sundown I overtake a bike I recognise and pull him over...it is Bob White from Chelmsford Ontario....I met 2 years ago and he knew my uncle.....we agree to meet up later for a ride.
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