Aside from dodging transvestites and trying to find a non-instant cup of coffee, Quito is a vibrant city with a million things to see and do.
The Mariscal district, which is where the majority of hostels and nightlife is, has its fair share of “opportunists” as well. An inflated number of tourists in a small radius + alcohol = fair game for your local thug.
As long as I’m friendly and keep an open mind, there’s basically an endless stream of people to go out with.
A few of my flatmates were hardcore rugby fans. I always ignored the television when it was on, instead preferring to update my Facebook and do Tim Tam Slams.
If you are content snapping photos of a country’s famous sites, getting drunk in backpacker bars, and hanging out with other tourists, this post will probably bore you.