Anyway, we were there for awhile trying to make sense of our maps and marking important places on them. After we were sufficiently nervous about getting around this city on our own, we took off as a group to learn how to get to the language school (everyone but me and one other person is taking Spanish here). The first step to get to the language school? Take the trolebus.
I have a confession to make: I do not like the trole (trolley). These vehicles just defy the laws of physics here, in a not too pleasant way. They only cost 25 cents to ride, which is great, but the city makes up for that by cramming as many bodies as possible into the vehicle. Seriously. An already packed looking trolley will roll into the station (parada) and you just have to think to yourself, "I'm getting on the trolley. I'm getting on the trolley. I WILL get on the trolley." And you force yourself in, praying the doors don't close on you. If you're traveling in a group, you'll definitely get split up. You are packed in so tight that you are being squashed by Ecuadorians on all sides, and you may or may not be able to grab something to hold on to. Meanwhile, you're trying to watch your purse like a hawk because pickpocketing is the worst on the trole. Gringos like us are prime targets, of course. The trole is hot, crowded, and chaotic. If you know me, you're probably not surprised that I'm not a fan of this. I miss our North American understanding of personal bubbles.
One of the biggest stops on our hunt was La Basilica, a giant cathedral in Old Quito. The thing had so many stairs, including sketchy ladders outside to the top. But it was worth it!
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