We jumped on the bus in Montañita and headed for Guayaquil. As soon as we got on they put a film on, PS I love you. It was in Spanish but I've seen the film before so I couldn't help it, the tears started rolling. He dies at the start which means, for me, I cry all the way through it. I tried looking out the window but nope it didn't work. It's such a sad film. Shortly after the film had ended we arrived at the huge bus terminal. We walked through, jumped in a taxi and headed to our hostel. We threw our bags in and went for a walk. There was a big shopping mall right around the corner so we stocked up on toiletries, had some food then went to have a look at the cinema. Iron man 3 was showing, in Spanish... We couldn't do it. We bought some snacks and headed back to the hostel. On the way back we saw a young lad and an elderly lady carrying a heavy bag between them so Lee offered to help. They accepted then pointed were they were going. The opposite way to us :/ Lee crossed the road with them then handed the bag back to them.... The thought was there. We went back to the hostel, watched a film and chilled out ready for our early flight in the morning.