Then I went south, skirting along the edge of the jungle. It was notable for the variety of different vehicles I sat in the back of, some for the first time ever, and for the spectacular tropical thunderstorm I just about avoided getting caught in.

I haven’t sat in the bed of a pick-up truck since Central America. Always nice to get the wind in your hair.

Then the clouds became a cause for concern. The rumbles of thunder were so loud they were almost scary.

And I got a ride in the bed of this covered-over commercial truck (another first) just in the nick of time. At one point it was hailing hailstones three centimetres across.

And I got a long, long ride south which I eventually had to bail on because the guy was driving so fast around the tight curves on the road that I threw up spectacularly. So I ended up in this town, Gualaquiza, for the night.

…where, unbelievably, I got picked up by a woman and her daughter, a girl called Katherine who used to live in Hackney and spoke English with a London accent.
And that’s all you’re getting.
Total distance hitchhiked: 63,432 km.
Total number of rides: 459.