Alex and I went to Ecuador last week, which is just as random as it sounds. Everyone kept asking “Why Ecuador?” and I didn’t really have a good answer other than “we’ve never been there before,” which might actually be the best sort of reason: I’ve never done this before, I think I’ll do it.
Unless you’re talking about crystal meth. Or child abduction. Or a lot of things, maybe. But let’s stick to traveling.
Here’s a few other things I’d never done before this trip:
Had a stranger vomit on me at 45,000 feet.
This is a slight exaggeration. He actually only vomited all over the seat and floor behind me, but thanks to science and other magical forces his vomit managed to slide forward beneath the seat—where it was discovered only after I dropped my phone in it. Too bad my backpack was laying down there the entire time. (on second thought, maybe this was karma.)
Worried so much about a taxi driver abducting me
Apparently this is Ecuador’s thing— so much so they now have cameras and little GPS-enabled panic buttons in all the taxis. Except the ones WE took, of course. We always picked the best taxis:
1. The guy who stopped on a highway on-ramp at 4:45AM, jumped out, and popped the trunk. I used some profanity to inquire as to the situation but it was only a moment before the driver was back, wielding a torque wrench. NBD he just had to make sure the wheels didn’t fall off or anything.
2. The super-suave driver who exhibited a bit of a temper when a land-slide took out the road we were trying to drive on.
3. The driver who basically said “sorry” and left us to walk down a CREEPY ASS cornfield mafia village at 11PM because the town shut its streets down for some sort of festival (fireworks sound a lot like gunshots when you’re the only people in sight). [Read more…]
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