narco sea

It   very uncomfortable to travel standing in the corridor of the buses between Atacames and El Salto, there were pushes, to get in and out when arriving at the stops, or from the street vendors, music of crying whales, Mexican narcocorrido, or ballads, which were sung stories of the love misadventures, or the evil deeds of Mexican drug traffickers. A few kilometers from Atacames, the bus climbed the only slope on the way to Muisne, that of Peñón del Suicida and Máxima, seeing from that place a fleet of fishing boats, fishermen's canoes, and the beach of Atacames, he remembered that story that his father She told her as a child about a craftsman who during an epidemic of malaria and typhoid together, in one, now called a syndemic, made a 40 cm Coral Christ, which the Central Bank had ordered her to make for its Museum, but then not I buy. A spiritist healer came to town, who healed with telepathy and who saved his wife in exchange for the image, then thousands of people came t...

Narco sea Atacames Máxima Umiña did not look like an Ecuadorian woman, she was tall, muscular, with black hair and dark eyes, but with very white skin, like the god Diana the hunter in Greek Mythology. At the Esmeraldas bus station she had to make a column behind numerous Argentine boys, who also bought tickets for the bus in which she was traveling. They all had huge backpacks, some their boards surfing, her soccer ball, or a guitar. The destination of those boys was the beach of Mompiche, an inlet that has a mountain on the south side and a huge beach several kilometers to the north, populated with palm trees, with the gentle mouth of a river, which it is possible to cross on foot when the tide it's low. On the bus there was the bustle of Argentines, who felt like masters and masters, sang, commented, laughed and their physical appearance was of gringos or Europeans, but much prettier than they changed their appearance from the skinny women under 30 years of age 70, to the fat pe...