I finally managed to catch a flight to Loja – even thought it got cancelled cause I hadn’t confirm it and luckily got the last available seat at the airport – then a bus to Vilcabamba, also known as the “Valley of Longevity”.
Well, it rained almost all day and I didn’t stop by enough time to meet any centurial dweller but here I got some office workers in their 40s:
I spent the following 2 days jumping from bus to truck to taxi. And waiting, lots, checking my hair growth:
and annoying the locals with my picture taking. Many refused. The problem is when the first one says no, that’s it, everyone around says no. Later on somebody told me that they refused cause they thought I was going to ask for money. Odd.