We were seated apart for the flight out of Quito. I was in the last row, by the aisle, with empty seats either side of me. I realised quickly why Dan was half a cabin ahead, squashed against the window; at Guayaquil we stayed on board while the plane refuelled and the plane filled up with the rest of the tourists. So many accents and languages: Spanish, British, German. Everybody was excited.
I fell asleep.