Baños de Agua Santa definitely is a tourist destination in Ecuador presenting undeniable natural beauty sites, many tourists prefer for its proximity to the East Ecuador. Ecuador holidays are opportunities to meet this wonderful land of the province of Tungurahua. And all tourist sites in the provinces of the Ecuador.
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When the concerns of young people grew in the soul, it was necessary to make them realities and so, with the strength that radiated those blushing years of optimism, we continued singing hopes, seeking in the clefts of time the satin dust of illusions, to live presents that shelter our spirit in blue latitudes, open to the encounter of new situations.
We were dissatisfied with the hours that were happening, dawning dawns nuanced winds and exploring impetuous in fields of broom travelers and paths of lost sounds of silence.
Thus the idea was born, among four friends: Pacho Mantilla, César Acurio, Julio Estrella and Rodrigo Herrera to make a walk towards the Puyo, because, we thought that in this way we would look openly at the landscape and our spirit would be forged with that challenge.
We left on the appointed day at five o'clock in the morning. The bells of the temple invited to the early morning mass, and the birds sang to the light with guttural trills. The life of the villages is dreamy at those hours for the peace that is perceived in the environment.
The window of the road was opening to us and through it we watched the light of dawn arrive and with it, the sublime sensations that invade the tender spirits cautiously:
Ulba and the Cienega, with the smell of cypresses, nards and daisies; Agoyán, august geography, where the waters evaporate in perceptible irises; the great precipices roaring with grave tuning of foams and whirlpools,- the Door of Heaven in perpetual drizzle; White River, bringing in its millenary waters treasures; the Bride's Mantle, pompous veil that slides by the imposing body of the abyss.
As we walked, the mountains became smaller and their vegetation changed. They were green balconies, gardens from which hung colors and aromas of honeysuckle, orchids, mosses, ferns, hydrangeas and fine forests, refuge of life.
The villages followed one another like the light of the road that seemed to us without ﬁn. Rio Verde, with its river of transparent waters, forming a colossal leap lost in the vegetation, rediscovered as El Pailón del Diablo; Machay and its waterfall springing from the mist, threading platinum threads, with a candorous accent of grass music; the "Pailón del Diablo", the "Pailón del Diablo", the "Pailón del Diablo", the "Pailón del Diablo", the "Pailón del Diablo", the "Pailón del Diablo", the "Pailón del Diablo", the "Machay" and its waterfall springing from the mist, threading platinum threads, with a candorous accent of grass music.
Churosinguna, anaconda of rock, breaking the schemes with surprising breaks, defying imposing to the mountain; Rio Negro and El Topo, enclosed in the foothills of the mountain range, with flavor to naranjilla, aguardiente and panela; Cashaurco, waiting apacible to the travelers and their recuas, in their tambo lost in the time; The Abitagua, where the rain refreshed us with its clear perﬁles, perceiving in our faces the effluvios of the east; The Mirador, from which it is appreciated as the brave river of the Andes becomes meek, scratching the space with multiple arms, letting see a clear distance and a wide horizon, in which the sun is recreated playing with the clouds.
At dusk we arrive at Mera, a productive town kissed by the waters of dellaquearonl Pastaza; we pass through La Morabia, a legendary hacienda with various traditions and then to Shell with its airport of giant dragonflies, witnesses of the exploits of Colonel Ruales, with the hospital Voz Andes, perennial missionary of health and life in the name of Christ, and the barracks, estancia of the young aroizasmantes of the homeland.
La zulay, tea and cane hacienda and El Pindo Grande with whispers of nymphs traveling serenely to their destination, were the point where our wings llaqueararon and we only had to accept the invitation of Mr. Quiñonez who, to see us defiant. stopped his truck and invited us to climb in it to give us a "push" to the hotel Tourism.
After a rest, in the afternoon chiaroscuro, we went down the "Police Street" towards the river, which was our friend, and which awaited us with its fresh waters to fill our bodies with energy. Lying on its beach, we could admire the oriﬂama of the tropical twilight that slipped between the trees, with its lights resting on the reddish clouds, in wild splendors of sleeping stills.
That landscape of colors ﬁnos, of diaphanous silences, of skies dressed as dancing angels, of wind diadems, of birds in constant jolgorío, is still present in my memories.