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We got out just in time. We'd driven to a
remote spot in the Ecuadorian Andes for the
'Dangerous Sports Club' to do some more
hang-gliding the following day, and were in the
process of pitching camp. Whilst everyone
was staring at the 100ft-deep ravines that the
field we were in (our campsite) sloped away
into, I spotted this lone tree and the sudden
storm approaching from behind us. Despite
being the 'Dangerous Sports Club', nobody
fancied being washed into a downhill torrent and plunged into a ravine, and it became a
"Panic first and then get out of here" scenario. Never seen rain like it. We got off the high
plateau with some difficulty (not all vehicles were four-wheel drive), only to discover the
nearest hotel - hovel more like - uninhabitable except by the cockroaches that inhabited
it. Finally, no option but the long haul up the Pan-American Highway back to the capital,
Quito.
This is one of the few pictures that survived my last encounter with the Dangerous Sports
Club, but that's another story.
We got out just in time. We'd driven to a remote spot in the Ecuadorian Andes for the
'Dangerous Sports Club' to do some more hang-gliding the following day, and were in the
process of pitching camp. Whilst everyone was staring at the 100ft-deep ravines that
the field we were in (our campsite) sloped away into, I spotted this lone tree and the
sudden storm approaching from behind us. Despite being the 'Dangerous Sports Club',
nobody fancied being washed into a downhill torrent and plunged into a ravine, and it
became a "Panic first and then get out of here" scenario. Never seen rain like it. We got
off the high plateau with some difficulty (not all vehicles were four-wheel drive), only to
discover the nearest hotel - hovel more like - uninhabitable except by the cockroaches
that inhabited it. Finally, no option but the long haul up the Pan-American Highway back
to the capital, Quito.
This is one of the few pictures that survived my last encounter with the Dangerous Sports
Club, but that's another story.
We got out just in time. We'd driven to a
remote spot in the Ecuadorian Andes for the
'Dangerous Sports Club' to do some more
hang-gliding the following day, and were in the
process of pitching camp. Whilst everyone
was staring at the 100ft-deep ravines that the
field we were in (our campsite) sloped away
into, I spotted this lone tree and the sudden
storm approaching from behind us. Despite
being the 'Dangerous Sports Club', nobody
fancied being washed into a downhill torrent and plunged into a ravine, and it became a
"Panic first and then get out of here" scenario. Never seen rain like it. We got off the high
plateau with some difficulty (not all vehicles were four-wheel drive), only to discover the
nearest hotel - hovel more like - uninhabitable except by the cockroaches that inhabited
it. Finally, no option but the long haul up the Pan-American Highway back to the capital,
Quito.
This is one of the few pictures that survived my last encounter with the Dangerous Sports
Club, but that's another story.
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We got out just in time.  We'd driven to a remote spot in the Ecuadorian Andes for the 'Dangerous Sports Club' to do some more hang-gliding the following day, and were in the process of pitching camp.  Whilst everyone was staring at the 100ft-deep ravines that the field we were in (our campsite) sloped away into, I spotted this lone tree and the sudden storm approaching from behind us.  Despite being the 'Dangerous Sports Club', nobody fancied being washed into a downhill torrent and plunged into a ravine, and it became a "Panic first and then get out of here" scenario.  Never seen rain like it. We got off the high plateau with some difficulty (not all vehicles were four-wheel drive), only to discover the nearest hotel - hovel more like - uninhabitable except by the cockroaches that inhabited it.  Finally, no option but the long haul up the Pan-American Highway back to the capital, Quito.

This is one of the few pictures that survived my last encounter with the Dangerous Sports Club, but that's another story. 
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