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Diablo's Cave Ecuador
It all started when a friend and I decided to go to a small town in Ecuador called Gualaquiza. My friend was a Czech named Tony, and I met him in Vilcabamba, Ecuador about a week before. I was traveling solo at this point and decided a little company for safety would be a good thing. I heard this was the main village for all the gold concessions in the surrounding area and that many of the rivers had quite a bit of gold in it. Unfortunately, this was still in the middle of the rainy season and many things were weather permitting.
After a grueling 6 hour bus ride heading NE, we finally arrived in Gualaquiza. It is actually a pretty cool little town with a population of about 8500. We studied our maps and decided to check out the Bombuskara(sp?) river. We hired a cab to take us to a specific dropoff point that appeared ideal from our maps. At this point we both were quite illiterate in Spanish and trying to show the cab driver exactly where we wanted to be dropped off, so it all came down to just pointing on the map. This map was quite basic, and the cab driver took us to the approximate area on the map which was a bridge. We noticed at this point that the water level was quite high, but way downriver we saw a nice beach area and even more beach much further down. This is when we saw the nifty dirt road heading West, so being the adventurous souls that we are...we pointed to the road. The cab driver looked at us quizzically and we insisted that we head that way. After many kilometers later, we see a footbridge over a small stream. You can continue driving on, but we decided to get dropped off here and to check out the stream. He dropped us off, and we set up a pickup time which was 2 days later. We then unloaded our heavy bags and bid the cab driver farewell.
About 5 minutes after the cab departed we see our first locals. They were walking by and simply stared at us in wonder. Eventually they pass and we decide to have one of us scout the stream a bit while the other watches our bags. He was to be the scout so we both dragged our bags over to the jungle. Cont...
It all started when a friend and I decided to go to a small town in Ecuador called Gualaquiza. My friend was a Czech named Tony, and I met him in Vilcabamba, Ecuador about a week before. I was traveling solo at this point and decided a little company for safety would be a good thing. I heard this was the main village for all the gold concessions in the surrounding area and that many of the rivers had quite a bit of gold in it. Unfortunately, this was still in the middle of the rainy season and many things were weather permitting.
After a grueling 6 hour bus ride heading NE, we finally arrived in Gualaquiza. It is actually a pretty cool little town with a population of about 8500. We studied our maps and decided to check out the Bombuskara(sp?) river. We hired a cab to take us to a specific dropoff point that appeared ideal from our maps. At this point we both were quite illiterate in Spanish and trying to show the cab driver exactly where we wanted to be dropped off, so it all came down to just pointing on the map. This map was quite basic, and the cab driver took us to the approximate area on the map which was a bridge. We noticed at this point that the water level was quite high, but way downriver we saw a nice beach area and even more beach much further down. This is when we saw the nifty dirt road heading West, so being the adventurous souls that we are...we pointed to the road. The cab driver looked at us quizzically and we insisted that we head that way. After many kilometers later, we see a footbridge over a small stream. You can continue driving on, but we decided to get dropped off here and to check out the stream. He dropped us off, and we set up a pickup time which was 2 days later. We then unloaded our heavy bags and bid the cab driver farewell.
About 5 minutes after the cab departed we see our first locals. They were walking by and simply stared at us in wonder. Eventually they pass and we decide to have one of us scout the stream a bit while the other watches our bags. He was to be the scout so we both dragged our bags over to the jungle. Cont...