QUITO BANDITO!
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Yes i got arrested although it wasn’t the tough kind.
So there we were, just a couple of men doing what men do best…refusing to go home and pretend there is something better to do when there isn’t. Evan and i continue to lie to ourselves and say that we can find something going on tonight (we both knew we couldn’t).
We stand at a fork in the road, one leading to possible fun excitement and treasure who knows, and the other leads to an immigration bus and really mean cops oh ya also a soon to be friend (Andy) who I meet on that rolling prison. So being myself and having the best luck known to human beings I choose the bus. I do an awkward dance between the two- unsure and unaware of what’s to come. But eventually and I guess inevitably I choose route B.
As I make my way down the B route Evan (cameraman) and I are stopped by a wall of police officers, at first only looking at Evan and I thought to myself “ ya you’re camouflaged Ryan your golden.” I was golden until I opened my mouth assuming no one spoke English, “couple tough guys eh.” Now I’m still not 100% sure if they spoke English but after Evan showed him his copy of his passport all eyes were on me. All I could do was lift my eyebrows and do a weird smile. I knew I didn’t have my papers but pretended to look anyways thinking they might get bored and leave. Eyes still on me, we try to explain to them my papers are at my apartment and it would take a second if they wanted to follow us.
After trying to negotiate for a few minutes, they gesture me to follow them. And what do I do …I follow them. Evan tagged along just to see what was happening. At this point we’re walking down the strip and approach the most depressing bus I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. You know when you go to a pet shop and there’s a few puppies who have no newspaper to lay on and they have their dried food in their water and it looks really gross and they just stare at you as if they are saying “I want to die” ….well picture that with people through the windows of a bus…So I thought to myself “the hell I’m getting on that sad thing.”
There we stand in front of the doors. One of the police officers calls over the head honcho of the whole operation. At this point get the song from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly in your head….okay this man slowly walks off the bus as if he wanted me to sweat…the whole way staring into my soul with those eyes made up of only pupils. The man didn’t blink and he smelled like aftershave and cigarette’s (a man’s scent). As he approached us everyone shook his hand. He began to talk to Evan and before I knew it he was talking to me…I had to get that song out of my head. He pointed at me and then into the bus and proceeded to make a sign with his hands like handcuffs.
Now at this point Evan had already negotiated a deal that if he was back in 30 minutes with my papers they would let me go. After I was told that I was relaxed I walked in that bus like it was taking me to prom. Although this was no prom party bus… oh no…as I glided in that thing every kind of race was on it and the whole lot of them stared at me…I could see there was a tight group of friends in the back so I stayed in the middle when Head Honcho yelled at me to go to the back. So I was obviously excited to do so… so that I could get stabbed in the neck. A little more on my toes, I still had those words in my head: You have 30 minutes. We lived so close it would take 10 tops so there I sit with my new friends awaiting my Freedom until I feel the engine start….Now at this point I might have peed my pants just a tiny, tiny bit like it wasn’t even a big deal and my hands clammed up and I could see my “friends” getting angry.
So being that my Spanish is still not great I did the universal arms up shrug thing to the guard who threw back a shoulder shrug without an expression on his face. I noticed one of the creepy guys hanging next to me was on his phone yelling something fierce at the person on the other end and I couldn’t help but feel it was directed at me. But given the situation I asked if I could use his phone when he made a noise kind of like pshhhsshflredas. I took it as a no and began to look around for other phones and nicer looking people…we made our rounds picking up different people when I saw a guy who resembled the big guy off of Blood Diamond who helps Leonardo through the thing. He was speaking in okay English and was on his phone. He hung up and I asked him if I could use it and at first I got the cold shoulder which was better than spit in my face but I attempted to try again. The second time he asked for the number and dialed it for me…SUCCESS…I called Evan and explained where I was…Next thing I knew I was talking to Andy about his family and how the police threw his papers away…I gave him Evan’s number and told him to call if he needed help with anything and we’d do what we could.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Freddie and Evan running through traffic splitting up looking into buses. When Evan got to mine Honcho was hanging in front of it harassing some cute blonde girl who had her papers and was getting more and more mad. Evan showed them my passport but was told to make a copy, so he ran to the end of the block. My shrug friend waved me to the front as I said see ya to Andy and after some more unnecessary talking Honcho man waved me out. Freedom was mine and we celebrated by meeting our English friends Sara and Alice at a place called Dragonfly where I celebrated with a chair kick…..
p.sill put up what i filmed of it soon
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Like yourselves I’ll assume, I myself am on a quest. Although not just any sort of quest. I’m sure you’re asking yourselves: Ryan, what kind of quest is this you speak of ? And I would simply answer, the greatest quest since Atreyu’s and Falcor’s (The Never Ending Story for those of you who don’t know anything about classic masterpieces). Unlike certain quests some of you guys and girls are performing, or simply making miracles happen. Examples: delivering babies, putting out fires, or teaching our youth of tomorrow. Noble indeed, but not nearly as important as mine. I am on the hunt for a heavy metal band called VOMITORIUM! As we do most nights, the crew lurked the filthy streets of Quito for something exciting, or for Evan (camera/cinematic/videographer/supervisor/manager ) and I, somewhere we probably shouldn’t be. Anyways we ended up in this place called Canelazo…(I could be spelling that wrong and that might not even be what it was called) where you get two for one of these deceiving devil’s juices “Caneolazos”. When I took a drink of what I thought was just warm tea ended up being in my opinion gasoline mixed with rubbing alcohol.
Back to the quest- we ended up sitting with these two girls, one from Connecticut (Andrea), who by serious discussion by Evan and I resembled the girl from Ferris Bueller’s Day off. The other was her friend (Fernanda) and she was from Quito. After the almost mandatory small talk- Where you from? What are you doing here? How long you here for? We got to the good stuff and found out that Fernanda’s boo was in the band Vomitorium. This is something that is tagged everywhere in Quito and we just couldn’t find out what it was, until those very seconds those beautiful words spilled out of her lips. Just like the party bus IT was ON. I was told the last show they played was under a bridge and my heart stopped for maybe two seconds and shortly after realizing I was not dead I was ready to climb down some bridges…So I would like to invite all four to six of you reading this to be a part of my quest and let’s find VOMITORIUM.
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