Otavalo, Ecuador
It was as though I had just fallen asleep, myself and Leandro were back up and heading for the bus terminal at the always pleasant time of 330am. We were surprised to see another person there, a nice German girl named Anne, and together, we made the gruelling journey to Otavalo, all keen to explore the rumoured vibrancy that is the monstrous Saturday market.
Checking into a slightly overpriced hostel (though it was nice), we took to the principle markey square, ...