A grave site in a military zone. Lobitos, Peru.
Not much was spoken on the ride over and even less when we were dropped off in the middle of town. Three of us had just gotten off a buss in a small town in Ecuador. We bumped into each other, trying not to be seen. Tired, warn down, and anxious, we paid ten bucks each for the second hotel we came across. It was over budget but we felt we wanted a secure environment for little first leg on the road.
A three hour ride up the mountain hillside. Buses passing transport trucks, cars, and motorcycles and then buses passing buses. In Ecuador it feels like if you hand over money before the task is done, it's a race to finish it. On Christmas day a cramped bus flipped off the hillside killing forty one passengers and severely injuring everyone else alive as they rolled like dice. We wondered how nobody every died and tried to shrug it off as we figured it was sudden death below.
35mm | Ecuador | 2010 | Unapologetic Apologies
Here I am naked listening to my iPod in a hotel in Playas, Ecuador. I had huge expectations for my first time traveling. I thought the act would solve all my problems, boy was I wrong. Happens every time!