Tell me you´d be happy sharing your bed with this...

...I know you can´t.

Today´s been a bit horrible. Sadly lovely Uncle Tony passed away this morning, and being on the other side of the world has been a bit difficult. He was such an amazing, godly, gentle man.

So, haven´t done much today. Been a bit mute really. Trailed around town trying to find birthday cards for Davey P and Angelica (they´re on their way guys, so if they don´t make it it´s not because the thought wasn´t there.) Met up with Polish Marcin who we first met in Latacunga. He´s at our hostel. Sadly him and his friend got robbed at gunpoint and they´ve had to come to Quito to wait for their passports (they had EVERYTHING taken - even their shoes) so I think Duncan is lending them some cash, in return for some rum tonight.

Spent the whole day yesterday recovering from a wild night on the tiles with Maria. We went to her flat for dinner and then she took us around Gringolandia where we stopped at pretty much every bar and club. It was messy. But good.

I haven´t anything to show from the last couple of days, but here´s a couple from the days before.

The boys...



The bites...



The bedroom...