Saturday night

So we broke down and went to an American-oriented restaurant. We expected to pay greater than $10 for our meal and drinks, each! Around here that's gourmet cuisine.

As we are sitting in the second story of this restaurant a double decker bus passes by with a horn and drum section in the second story and partiers hanging off both deckers. Its the party bus, El Capitan explains, but its only really worth it when you can get on the top level.

Between the first and second party bus, I noticed a Security Guard, they are hired all over the place to secure stores and restaurants and wander the sidewalks, who was ducking behind a bush 2 feet tall in a planter 2 feet off the ground. He has no clue that i am watching him as he busts a can of beer open really quick and downs a good gulp. Then he pulls some pills out of his pocket and hits another deep swig to swallow down the meds. This is all on the sidewalk in the downtown/L5P area of Quito where everyone is rocking the saturday night. Then he dumps the last of the beer into the planter and saunters off to direct a car to park in a space that ends up being too small for either side door to open and let people out...

And if anyone is wondering, shyness does not go away even if you can't speak the language. If anything it makes one more selfconscious about the silliness that one speaks out loud to others. Which all in all has spent me towards the inwardness and writing that i started an over-borders trip with the intention of in the first. Introspection is the mother of intention (or at least it sounds good).

Tomorrow we leave Quito and start some adventures outward bound. Don't have a clue what might happen next. I expect to take some photos or at least get confounded between lack of language and geographic knowledge. Nonetheless, a good story will come of this nextness!