You use U.S. dollar bills and a mix of U.S./Ecuadorian coins in this country. The local crop: rice. The local farm animal: sheep and goats– and you transport them live by strapping them haphazardly to the roof of your taxi. The sun is strong and I am burnt, but I’m pedalling onward, happy to have marked 7,000 kilometers upon entering country number seven. I´m heading into the hills to find a campsite now… Thanks everybody for helping me get here!