Quito is a horrible, horrible city. Of course, we didn’t realise this until we had been there for 3 minutes, but it soon became apparent that this was the archetypal S American bogeyman that Lonely Planet whispers in it's children’s ears to keep their behaviour in tow. It must have been at least 4 seconds down the road at noon before we felt that we might be in danger of El Clasico: The Screwdriver mugging. And a pretty audacious one to boot, as not only was this in broad daylight, but there were two of us against one, and Ian is almost a whole Ecuadorian taller than your average Ecuadorian. Standing by a friendly police officer’s gun seemed to dampen our new friend’s spirit, and he soundly disappeared into the sunshine in search of his next
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