e. Only the "malecon" at the river offers some beauty. Kids play there all day and in the trees there are a lot of small monkies. The already impressive river Napo slowly passes by. The only turist I saw were peruvian turists. Otherwise there were no gringos around. I hung out with a peruvian artesan seller and later on with his friends. The market is tiny and dirty. There were a lot of fruits I didn't know, grilled bugs and a little crocodile on a leash. Since there are not boats going down the river every day, I had to stay an extra day. That day I met an ecuadorian who has spend the last 20 years in Virginia. He just got divorced from his lebanese wife and lost the kids, his company and even his dog. Now he want's to teach English to the local people in Coca. So if you get divorced, get a good lawyer.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Coca
Coca is the lasy city reachable by bus while travelling east. I arrived there at 4 o'clock in the morning at a remote street and was glad to be able to check in to a hotel next door. Coca is not a nice plac
e. Only the "malecon" at the river offers some beauty. Kids play there all day and in the trees there are a lot of small monkies. The already impressive river Napo slowly passes by. The only turist I saw were peruvian turists. Otherwise there were no gringos around. I hung out with a peruvian artesan seller and later on with his friends. The market is tiny and dirty. There were a lot of fruits I didn't know, grilled bugs and a little crocodile on a leash. Since there are not boats going down the river every day, I had to stay an extra day. That day I met an ecuadorian who has spend the last 20 years in Virginia. He just got divorced from his lebanese wife and lost the kids, his company and even his dog. Now he want's to teach English to the local people in Coca. So if you get divorced, get a good lawyer.
e. Only the "malecon" at the river offers some beauty. Kids play there all day and in the trees there are a lot of small monkies. The already impressive river Napo slowly passes by. The only turist I saw were peruvian turists. Otherwise there were no gringos around. I hung out with a peruvian artesan seller and later on with his friends. The market is tiny and dirty. There were a lot of fruits I didn't know, grilled bugs and a little crocodile on a leash. Since there are not boats going down the river every day, I had to stay an extra day. That day I met an ecuadorian who has spend the last 20 years in Virginia. He just got divorced from his lebanese wife and lost the kids, his company and even his dog. Now he want's to teach English to the local people in Coca. So if you get divorced, get a good lawyer.
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