We got to town late and so we just took the first hostel we could get to, which was a nice one, but Sunday we got up and went in search of a better deal. We found a couple nicer ones for the same price, but settled with Pension Patty at a whopping three dollars per person, a double with shared bath at the end of the hall. It was my turn to get the flimsy bed, so yes I tossed and turned all night. The truth is that every place we have stayed thus far, one bed is good and one bed is horrible; and, often we don’t figure that out until the next morning.
Around noon we moved our stuff over to the new hotel and went in search of a rafting tour for later that afternoon. We finally found one after checking about 3 or 4 tour agencies. So we tagged along with a group of gringos that were volunteering at an elementary school some ways away and were here for the weekend vacationing. A couple Brits, two Americanas from Cali, and a German we were nine in all and the group took two rafts. The waters were low (Class 2-3 only) and there wasn’t much adrenaline rush for me but it was fun none-the-less and the clouds rolled away for excellent views of the smoking Tungurahua. One of the girls had a digi cam and took pictures of the trip and I´m awaiting her reply with some pics attached and I´ll get them on here asap.
After the trip everyone met up at a local bar, and I wasn’t really interested in drinking so i went across the street and attempted the rock wall that was just erected in place of what looked like a pile of rubble from some previous attempt to construct a building. The top-roped route was actually quite difficult with a decent overhang and only small nubs near the top. After everyone from that group left the town was fairly dead for a Sunday night so we crashed out early.