The only problem is that the actual Equator is not under that line. It is about 250m up the road in a much less visited location, the Museo De Sitio Intinan at the end of a dirt road. There you can balance
an egg on the head of a nail (I did and received a certificate for my efforts), look at the Coriolis effect in action (where water drains from a sink clockwise in the Southern Hemisphere and anti-clockwise in the Northern), and view a shrunken human head, plus receive instructions in Engish on how to shrink your own human heads at home. No, really.
One reader of this blog who shall remain nameless (Adam Philippe), noted a lack of photos with me in them in previous blog postings, and suggested that I might actually be sitting at home looking up web photos and writing interesting stories. Well, I'd like to report that I am not hiding in my own house and Adam, this photo is especially for you. It might not be the Equator, but it definitely isn't Woolloomooloo!
And here's me with my balancing egg.
2 comments:
Adam might still accuse you of photoshopping yourself into photos of Ecuador from the comfort of your lounge in Woolloomooloo, but the photo of you with the egg proves you really are in Central America -- no one else would look so pleased to have balanced an egg!
Which one is the egg?
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