Day 3 - Quito: Thieves (street and otherwise), Nice Girls, Art, and Food
Day 3: - 01Jun23 Written: Quito, ~1500 First: Happy Birthday, Dad! What a day so far. I thought I'd head to the other end of town. (No, I cannot remember if it's North or South.) The Cathedral (OK, that makes it the southern end. I think.) side. About half way there I though a bird shit on me. Then two guys started to try to help clean off what was more like mustard than bird poop. I knew something was wrong. How could it come from above only touch my hat brim above but stretch down my neck to my right leg. Makes no sense. It must have come from behind. Bells and whistles started in my head. One guy started cleaning my left leg. Which happened to have a zippered pocket on the side of my thigh. And did not have stinky stuff on it. Alarms, klaxons, and "hooters" (So. African for a klaxon) started SCREAMING. Full alert, this is not a drill! I looked. The pocket was open. I slapped a hand; my wallet fell to ...