After schlepping our souvenirs back to the Pinsaqui and resting for a bit, we had a taxi take us over to Estadio Municipal, which is an unassuming little place from the outside.
We paid our $2 each for tickets and walked into the stadium via this inclined ramp, which does a nice job of keeping you in suspense.
The big reveal, though, is kind of underwhelming. Altogether the crowd couldn't have been more than 100 people.
And I think it's safe to say that they don't regularly have American couples strolling in to catch the action.
And though it wasn't necessarily the kind of pulsing hotbed of futbol enthusiasm I had envisioned, it was still a pretty cool setting to catch a game. Sun starting to set. Hills all around. Locals getting pretty animated.
We watched a little more than half of the game then headed back into town on foot.
Being a bit off the main track, we got to experience some behind-the-scenes Otavalo. You can see that the food/produce market serving the locals is a bit more straightforward and less of a spectacle than el mercado artesanal.
And we ultimately found our way back to the main market, which was in pack up mode. Folks who were already deep into a long day clearly still had a couple hours of clean up ahead of them.
All in all, we were glad to see more of Otavalo than just the famous market.
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