What a scam
We left the Posada Colonial and stood with our luggage looking hopelessly down the crowded road of hooting cars and smoke belching buses. Way in the distance we would see yellow cabs and hope would blossom only to fade as we saw that they were occupied.
We decided to walk to the next corner when I suddenly felt something wet on my back. The next moment a woman rushed at Roger, pushing at him shoving him to one side. All down his back was a long streak of gucky yellow.
People appeared from everywhere and started tugging at our bags. “Hold on” I shouted. Just then a man grabbed hold of my T Shirt and started tugging it up. Somehow I yanked it off him while still clutching my bag. He snorted in disgust and wiped the yellow stuff all down my arm.
In all the shouting and confusion it was really hard to work out what was happening, but we now think we have it worked out. The women who rushed at Roger was in fact the one that shot mustard all over us. The scam was that they would offer to help by taking our bags and wiping them down.
But we automatically backed into the hotel entrance and pushed them away. A goup of people who were just coming out from the restaurant got caught up in it all and tried to help” but we just held our ground. The woman and her male accomplice disappeared instantly when the crowd arrived.
We caught our breath and looked at ourselves, our clothes and bag smeared yellow but we were OK!
Another day in Quito
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