After having been kindly woken up from having fallen asleep, hugging my backpack on the bus, I was told that I had arrived in Baños, Ecuador. I hadn't been keen on arriving so late (midnight), but the only other bus that ran that journey would get in a couple hours later still. Already I had decided where I was going to stay that night, after consulting my guidebook, and a man had also given me directions at the bus station, which seemed easy enough to follow: five blocks straight, two blocks left.
So, I set off from the bus station, which was really no distance at all from the centre of town, lugging my large backpack and the smaller one on front. It only took a few minutes for me to realise that I was probably not on path at all, it was hard to count the blocks when all the roads were running at funny angles and their length was really variable. The streets were deserted; it was eerily quiet. I pulled my guidebook out of the bag hanging on my chest, flicking through to find the town map. Having worked out where I needed to go, I continued on. It started to spit lightly. A car drove past. I checked the map again. A drunken shout sounded from a bar. I turned the corner and stumpled upon this.
I've always been a fan of old cars, and this one, a little worse for wear, looked pretty none-the-less against the brick wall and the old signs. After snapping this, and checking the map again, I managed to find the hostel, which thankfully had a spare bed. I passed back this way the next day, but someone had already driven him away.
