Drag Queens, Explosives and Flaming Puppets: Quito’s NYE

A burly twenty-something man lifts his skirt, exposing a taped on Maxi-pad with red stains painted on it. We make awkward eye contact for a fleeting moment, then he takes a swig of beer and continues to gyrate wildly in front of stopped traffic. It’s 2pm on December 31st and we are walking through a … More Drag Queens, Explosives and Flaming Puppets: Quito’s NYE

Buses, bullets and soiled undies Welcome to Ecuador!

VAMOS, FUCKING VAMOS! NOW!! I shouted to the driver from the back of the bus. The dozen or so other passengers were either curled up in their seats, staying low or looking around in bewilderment wondering what the hell was happening. It’s about 9pm and our Pullman coach had been rumbling through the pitch-black jungle … More Buses, bullets and soiled undies Welcome to Ecuador!