And so we left. Ecuador now a dream of the past. But before we could move into phase 3, mission Israel, we were to make a few stops around the world first. Much to the displeasure of our body clocks and orientation, but a lot of fun to the rest of our senses.
First came our return to LA. Woooo! toilets that flush and have seats and toilet paper and no mold or feces smeared all over them. Hooray! for long hot showers and the cleaning out of our bags, the washing of everything we own and no new bug bites. Oh, and Yay! for buddy ‘o’ pals. With whom we drank, ate and made merry together.
The day before we left Aunt Sue flew down with Michael for lunch in Beverly hills where we took photos and pointed at famous things as all good tourist do.
Our four days were up so with more good byes we took our long flight with no window seat (damn it) to a short 8 hours stop-over in Zürich. We decided to check out the city with so much time on our hands and clumsily made our way to the train station. We must have had confused looks on our faces as we glanced at our maps because the man next to us asked if we needed some help. When we explained our short time frame and desire for sight-seeing the man took it upon himself to become our guide and showed us around his beautiful city.
He whisked us on to a strange little rail/tram thingy that was designed on a diagonal incline and we went up to the university for a fantastic view and great installation art. followed by a tour of the old town, truly majestic and beautiful, full of too many fantastic shops. One of which was Cabaret Voltaire, one of the birth places of Dadaism. We stop for a delicious cup of organic coffee at the cost of $9 each and then made our way by tram to the industrial district, the more hip side of town. Our guide took us to an amazing theatre built into an old warehouse. The design of which was breath-taking. An elevator took us to the roof where our wonderful guide bought us a drink as we watched the sun move down over the city. Time was moving towards takeoff so we grabbed a quick bite at a souvlaki place playing Nirvana before saying goodbye and giving thanks to Zürich man. On the train we realised we never got a name from our guide but were very happy we got to see so much because of this lovely man.
Better seats awaited us for the next journey through the air and we soon made our way to yet another time zone to be welcomed by a sleepy Shay at 4 in the morning.