Prehistoric giant pelicans, rubber band engines, freshly made cerviche and a fisherman called Winston Churchill. This is the rugged coast of Ecuador. Throw in a nurse with a long needle aimed at your backside, and you’ve got yourself quite the weekend away… A far cry from the capital city, Quito, up in the cool, misty Andes... I might as well be in a completely different country. Everything you imagine a Latino beach scene to be... a fishing town hidden in banana plantations and fruit farms. Extremely hot and humid. Lots of reggaetone and salsa beats. Bars with open walls and sand floors. Fresh coconut milk by the sea and swarms of brown naked bodies everywhere you turn... very very cool. I stayed in a pretty downbeat hostel. But for 4 bucks a night it was
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