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This was taken in a small town in Northern Ecuador named Ayacucho. Against the wishes of the people I was staying with, I travelled up the valley to explore. They had told me that some people who lived up in the mountain were dangerous and criminal. Well I decided to take an adventure and borrowed their bike and went up the mountain. I then met this family with their son playing guitar outside their home. I think I might have been the first gringo that they have ever laid their eyes upon; after introductions, I sat down and played guitar with the boy for awhile; then talked to his father abit. His father was telling me how he didn't like the new currency of the country cause it didn't buy as much rice as it used to.
On my way down the mountain, I was chased by some teenagers but out pedalled them. Needless to say, I never went that far up the mountain again. But I don't regret it because I had a wonderful meeting with some wonderful and interesting people I might have not otherwise...

In the WS I have posted the uncropped version of this photo and another that the father had taken with me, the boy and la guitara.