A cool breeze blows down the street of the hostel, and it dries Gus´ already chapped lips. The night air that surrounds him is quickly filled with Ecuadorian cigarette smoke leaving his lungs. He looks to the top of the street, about twenty metres away, where a dark skinned man, black as the ace of spades, wearing a bright Red Cap, trundles down towards Gus, while below coming up the steep-hilled road, a small but thick shape of a man, dressed in jeans and two thick jumpers, stumbles, step by step, obviously drunk. Red Cap approaches Gus and tries sparking conversation immediately, although the words that Red Cap speaks are too quick for Gus to fully understand. He nods, smiles and replies "Si, Si." There are four girls standing at the open hostel door; one American,
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