The Voyage Across the Sea
As Vince so rightly points out, the first page of my journal(I thank Helen and Johanus for that one(I apologise for the spelling )) Ahhh a bracket within a bracket, almost a formula.

The first entry in my journal is entitled as above, but unlike Vince has implied this is in no way romantic licence, but a factual depiction of our trip across the sea. Well O.K technically it is an Ocean and it was more of a flight than a voyage.
Maybe have to conceed this one.

Our second day in Quito, and as I write this I have to be the happiest little beaver in the whole City. After a two day search we discovered what this trips real purpose was in the first place. No not finding a wonderful cathedral, or a dormant volcano(hill) but the around the world search for a little bit of Ireland.
Yes this afternoon we beholded the glorious sight of our first Irish Pub.
With its green exterior and its neon guiness sign I now feel a that I´m ready to consider myself a real sampler of the Equadorian culture.
In all seriousness, there is a unexplianable comfort to be taken knowing wherever you go, you can always rely on the damn Irish to have set up a drinking establishment, now thats a comitment to a cause.
Of course it would be heracy to come all this way and fall into the first semi british place we find, but that won´t stand in the way of me and my guiness.


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