Clouds do not hover high above the earth, instead they seamlessly meld over, amidst and into the highlands ragged landscapes of dark burnt-grey rock and deep dusty-olive greenery. The white fabric of Quito that pools, like thick molten lava, around the foot of the highest mountain I have climbed is starkly contrasted by it’s stunning jagged surroundings. The vegetation is rich, coloured beautifully and diverse. You feel the environment breath here, it is alive and enormous, constantly reminding us how small we are and what little control we have.
These majestic landscapes, the people we have met, the problems we have witnessed, and the packed cities we have travelled through have kept me humble. I have grown into a much bigger person yet I feel even tinier.