So today the last day was finally here. As already announced, there was a trip to Cotopaxi, the highest active volcano on earth.
The journey, as always, a great spectacle, with police escort, this time with two ambulances, blocked all intersections for us, but a driving time of about two and a half hours.
the entrance to the National Park, is also in the territory of the volcano, gabs INCIDENTAL stay 20 minutes to get to all tickets. The fact that the whole lot has bought good and diligent in the inevitable Indian stalls, which was not obviously influenced by our hosts. Then also as always, on a murderous road, unpaved, winding, and bumpy, the whole convoy through the National Park to the volcano. Remained stubbornly invisible. The tour guide tried to keep us happy and said bravely, enduring, which would be behind clouds or fog which now volcano, and that it is a pity that we do not hold for all to see.
Nevertheless, it was quite a breathtaking landscape. When we arrived at about 3800 meters above sea level, was, suddenly a several miles long and certainly wide plateau at the foot of the volcano. Numerous rivers form a small lake, and even seagulls live at this level.
The volcano itself is down until covered with snow at 4200 m, which is given the position almost on the equator so good can not imagine how.
The volcano itself is down until covered with snow at 4200 m, which is given the position almost on the equator so good can not imagine how.
The weather, however, can be at this place, well, let's say, described as very dynamic. In a few minutes flashed by the sun, just to set up a hail storm that just as quickly over, and sometimes a little more or less can pass side. We had at least the version with heavy rain, fog and wind. This is why the buses do not travel to our away goal, 4200 meters of altitude that is still unmatched. Nevertheless, for me it was the highest ever Point that I have achieved on our planet.
Despite small disappointment we were so way back in the direction of lunch. But then it happened, and as if a curtain had moved to the side, the mountain was in all its mighty glory for a few minutes to see.
The lunch was of course until early in the afternoon rather than on a typical and well-preserved historic hacienda, which now belongs to the daughter of a former president. 
A beautiful Building, with the old preserved buildings dating back to the 17th Century. The house is not just a museum but is actually occupied by the owner and managed. To the whole complex was also a beautiful garden. horse-breeding, and of course there were a few llamas.
The food was good, but unfortunately there was no guinea pig roast, which is indeed a typical specialty. I have managed not this week then, that warmth with which people encounter one here. And maybe that has produced the mixture of European peoples indogenen and a genuinely nice human impact.
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