#3 - Like Fish Among Seagulls

As if the first eight hours weren’t enough for us, we booked our twenty hour bus trip to Lima the next day. We had breakfast (peanut butter on whole wheat bread and oatmeal blended up and put in a juicebox) on a park pench in the main square and then spent the morning at the beach, but all too soon we had to head back to the bus station.

We soon realized that our backpacks were giant neon arrows pointing us out as gringos. The street was packed with the moto-taxis, all eager to offer their services. Taxi drivers are pro-active in Guayaquil, so we weren’t too surprised at first, but soon there was a horde of men following us up the street yelling “Taxi?” “Mancora?” “Amigo, Taxi?” The words “overwhelming” and “persistent” come to mind. Jeremy described it as “Being a fish in a flock of seagulls.” I don’t think I could have put it better myself.