JOURNEY TO THE MIDDLE OF THE WORLD!
When you’re told the country of Ecuador is the host of The
Center Middle of the World, you’re bound to be a tad scheptical… I mean, isn’t the Middle of the World, strictly speaking, everywhere ?… We had to find out, so we packed out bags early, a little sad to be leaving our fabulous new ranch home and, on the way to the airport, drove to the actual place where we are told you weigh one less kilo because of some electromagnetic geodesic thing that I didn’t pay attention to because ONE LESS KILO!
So we rented a van and on we went to a town actually called “The Middle Of The World” where we were greeted by an expensive entrance fee and a place exclusively built for the sole purpose of selling you Middle Of The World march. Not cool.
The monument itself, erected to honor the French crew who first attempted, in 1736, to prove that the earth was in fact a geodesic globe, hence flatter at the Equator, is fine enough, although the museum inside its hollow core is a waste of time, filled with glossy experiments that are so poorly devised and explained, it made Gina’s head spin. We did learn the handy-for-cocktail-party fact that the latitude line is in fact much wider than the marketing line currently painted on the site and over which my Leeloo is not the first, nor will be the last, to straddle…
The expanse of flattitude, if you will, is actually five kilometers wide, so everywhere was “The Middle Of The World,” making me even madder about that entrance fee… Nevertheless, the pictures…
Cute, sure, and certainly having Leeloo run across all four cardinal points at the earth’s flattest point in 12 seconds is exciting, for a solid 7 of those 12, but it’s still not a definite recommend. After this, we got a sandwich and were on our merry way to Peru, where adventure beckons… See you there!