Playas

Sunday's adventure was a bus ride to the beach. Not knowing what to expect, which bus to catch, where we would get dropped off or how to get home, here is what we saw:

I think someone better get him another drink. I'll let YOU ask him if it is OK to drink on the bus. Needless to say, every bus stop was a bathroom stop.

Town center in Playas.

The two guys out at sea were on what looked like a handmade raft made of bamboo poles.

Winter in Ecuador is harsh.
Little D out at sea. Poetic, I know.

Last nigh the Catholic Church put on a community festival. Apparently, security with shot gun is needed to protect the adult bevy's.