xx Ecuador

Port of call! How are the world then? Strange fascinating lands, Beckonet.

Bit us revel in their exotic spenders. Come with us as we head for Port of Call! Hosting the Pacific Shore of South America, our liner cleaves the equator within the side of Ecuador. That little known country which takes its name from the equation, and is on this voyage our Port of Call.

Only a few miles inland from the topic coast of Ecuador, with its stirring history of adventure and conquest, The snow-pound andies look down from majestic heights. But they are hidden from the Seaco City of Gaikeel by banks of clouds.

As we steam slowly up the Gaius River between green walls of mangrove trees. We anchor in mid-screen where launches wait to land us on the wharf near the custom house. Big men on Señor's hands!

You in? You'll take your lunch! Come on, get out here, Señor! Come on, get out here! Come on, today, what are you waiting for? See those men on the shore there? Aren't they so... You're still worrying about the revolution? Don't be silly.

Oh, there's something interesting. Where? They're swimming a lot of cattle across the river from Duran. They're tied by the horn to rest. Remember the person told us to watch for that. Oh, but I thought they were alligators in this river.

Oh, you need not be a big alligator, Senorra. My boat is very strong. I didn't mean it. Oh, never mind, Kitty. Let's go. By the time we're through the customs, we'll just about make the drain to Keto.

See, this is brain-racing, Senorra. What? Doesn't the train to Keto run every day? I could say not. Let her in now. Ten thousand feet above the blue Pacific, big, lies Ecuador's remote capital, Quito. Circle by still more lofty peaks, Quito clings to its deeply sloping mountainside, as it has done for uncounted generations. No one knows