It's 10:30pm, our overnight bus has just left the south terminal of Quito and I have the second GI Joe movie blasting in Spanish past what my noise cancelling headphones could possibly neutralize.
The moment the bus leaves the terminal, the bootleg DVD is on and blasting. It's hospitality here, it seems. We've walked into several quiet restaurants only to have the TV turned on the moment we sit down.
At least the bus arrived, while late, in the wrong slot and with 2 other buses trying to use the same slot, causing a good amount of general chaos. people bumped around, there was various shouting of destinations, The only calm center of which was a young woman and her rooster, who both looked extremely self-posessed in the moment. it looked very well-kempt, The bird's shiny feet took a light grip on top of a mattress and box spring someone was moving by bus, i take it. It wasn't in a cage, a bag or a box, whatever you are supposed to use to transport roosters in, just hanging out with the lady, waiting for a night bus.
People jostled about, got their bags on, and we scrambled about and onto the bus. The woman, her rooster and the mattress remained perfectly still as we rolled out of the station.
I envied that chicken in that moment.
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