Our 10-hour daytime layover in Guayaquil was a matter of necessity to get back home to Zizou in a timely manner. This was especially brutal as there ain’t a whole lot to do for 10-hours in this lil’ town.
Walking the Malecon is good for a bit of entertainment without any fear of getting mugged or the like. We called it the "Green Zone" as it’s fenced in and just a totally sterile world compared to life on the other side. Had some lunch at a rather expensive Basque restaurant whose name I can’t recall—but it was outside of the Green Zone. Spent 90 minutes on the internet only to find out that absolutely nothing had changed in the Democratic primaries. And finally hopped a cab to the restaurant Lo Nuestro…
Lo Nuestro was the only restaurant I could find particularly called out as being one of Guayaquil’s finest. And we got there to find nothing but Americanos. Buzz kill.
Our flight to IAH ended up with a 2-hour delay, but I was excited to find free wifi at GYE to help kill some of that time. Our delay prevented us from catching a shower in IAH, but no problems catching out connecting flight back to the northwest. The highlight was the TSA officer in Houston meeting our Guayaquil flight telling me "gracias" for taking my shoes off.
Smooth sailing on our flights and we even caught our planned two Seattle busses home. Zizou was excited to get his mouth on his new stuffed blue footed booby.
Moral of the story: go to the Galapagos. Worth every penny.