From my angle: Ecuador´s coast...isolated fishing villages

My first two memories of Ecuador...or rather Quito, its capital...were of loud, chanting football fans in the minuscule arrivals hall waiting for their sporting gods to return from whence they'd been (presumably tasting victory)...

and then an extraordinary, though practical, sight of the local garbos (the gentlemen employed to collect one's refuse) adorning themselves with those army dark green garbage bags to protect themselves from the torrential elements. I chuckled.

But my time in Ecuador was mostly spent on the north west coast...enjoying the sunshine and the sea (ocean)...actually this was the closest I had come to to ocean since the Dingle Peninsula in Ireland and perhaps also the boardwalk at Wallasey on the Birkenhead Peninsula which is over the river from Liverpool....anyways...

The three places I spent my time were two small, relatively isolated fishing villages of Muisne and Mompiche...both of which had fantastic beaches...and then Atacames, a resort town which is said to be raucous at the peak vacation times, but was mild enough for me...

Some sights as the bus passed through...