Don't Rock My Boat (Part 5)
November 30th 2008
Pan and the Art of Motorcycle Smuggling
A few minutes later, Fernando and I are standing in front of the customs office. Next to the closed door and down at waist level, there is a wide, open window. A thin-faced man in a white polo shirt sits at a small table just on the other side and looks up from my passport.
"The purpose for your visit to Ecuador?"
"Just passing through
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