We arrived in Quito several hours later than planned, but a silent landing void of alarms of impending doom was nice.
As you can see from the line, we were near the end (again) and everyone was tired.
The airport and customs was quite small. The late night shift was on duty, and though they knew the plane was coming they didn't seem to have anyone on duty for the first little bit. After about 20 or 30 minutes the line started moving and we got through very quickly. I got a stamp on my passport. YAY...
The poor thing was about to die of old age still a virgin. But a somewhat humorless official in Quito cure that with his trusty stamp.
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