Behind iron gates...
June 27th 2008 I passed my dirty underwear and socks through the little trapdoor in the iron gate, depositing them in the waiting hands of the tiny, wizened laundress. She smiled and said: maƱana... Thus is business done in Guayaquil.
It is hard to believe that Quito and Guayaquil are in the same country. Although only a 35 minute flight apart (or a torturous 8 or 9 hour bus ride down the slope of the Ande
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