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.
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