The stranger next to me
April 6th 2008 I've always had a thing for busses. Maybe it's the thrill of a voyage; maybe it's the the voyeur in me, hoping to witness the beauty of people just being themselves; maybe it's the Forrest Gump in me ready to meet my next best Bubba in the face of a stranger.
Our first Sunday in Quito we decided to take the bus up north to a little town called Otavalo. Otavalo is famed for one of the most
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