Quito, Ecuador
2
"Mister"
August 19 and 20
The station had been more like a dungeon, a rift in the streets of Quito riddled with concrete caverns and teeming with the huge vehicles. We had left mass at the cathedral a while ago already. It was almost noon, but little sunlight made it to the terminal floor. I carried my two-dollar ticket to the rotating door to our bus. It felt good to leave the commotion of ticket salespeople shouting city names over and over. ...