Back home - sadly

Hi guys,

It's now been two days, since I have returned to the Swiss's country. There are three things coming into my mind when thinking of this. Firstly, there is no hill without a farm or a house on it; secondly it's so clean that you could eat your ice-cream which fell onto the street and thirdly, it's so boring.
Today I was on a roughly 12h bus round trip which was carried out for the festivities of my uncle's 70th birthday. It was a nice trip, but it was boring. No music (reggeaton, salsa etc), no film, no indigenous people, no worries about the luggage being stolen, no police check-points, no drug x-raying (will explain shortly), no bumpy road and on the streets no sole. All these nice things, which make a bus trip nice were missing. This increased my longing back for Southamerica. Ok, to be honest, today it was much easier than two days ago. When I came back to Switzerland, I had the culture shock I was missing when I went to Peru and Ecuador. But maybe that's always the case when you go abroad and find out more about your supposed home country than the country you are visiting. I know that this feeling will decrease in the following days and weeks, as in about 1.5 weeks time I have my final presentation at Uni.
Ok, let me go back to were I left off, or where Alice left off (check the entry from Otavalo http://www.alicesuiza.blogspot.com/). On wednesday morning our ways parted, she continued to Columbia and I returned to Quito. I got out at the bus terminal and then took the Troley-bus (a bus with real existing stations and lines) to the place we stayed some days back. There it was originaly planed to walk 2 quadras and take another bus to the airport. However, as it was way too full in the troley, I thought, lets take a taxi. So I did. Now, what do you do in a tiny airport if you have to wait 3.5h for check-in and in total 6.5h until take off. I did use the absolutely overpriced internetcafe and ate a last portion of too expensive chicken.
Then I went to check in, chated to a British girl, met some Swiss also going to Zurich. I checked-in, paid the USD 40.8 airport tax in cash, went through migration, had my hand luggage x-rayed and started my long wait in the lounge chatting with the Brit once again. Then police officers with drug sniffing dogs started to walk around in the lounge. So far so good. Then another police officer came to the girl and me and asked us kindly to follow her. Ok, so we did. In a small office they showed us a leaflet, that this is a drug x-ray control and that we are the lucky ones selected. You had to fill out a document with personal info. Then you had to go into a small room, lower the trousers to the height of the underpants and pull the t-shirt up to heart level. Then a scanner x-rayed your stomach. As I am not into drugs, they did not find anything swallowed in my stomach.
Good, that being over and after another long wait, the boarding started. Therefore we were let into the gangway in groups of about 15 people. Then we had to align our hand baggage and a drug dog did his work again.
Finally, we took off, only to land on a planned stop in Guayaquil and to disembarque again. Again through security and another wait. The same game of course again in Madrid.
In Madrid I met my Salsa-teacher from Zurich. She was on the way Cuba.
Now, I am here writing this blog.
My next adventure is then Montpellier. Je pense que je vais écrire en français pour essayer la langue.

Cheerio!