Cherry Oo-ee

It's true. The Virgin of El Panecillo (the Muffin) is Terence's aunt.

And she knows he is coming to Quito.

She has an Instagram account and a smart phone.

It was her dragon who suggested the smart phone.

You have the best view, he said. Why not take advantage?

Crafty worm!

So she documents the view, night and day. And follows many others.

Maravilloso! Everyone this week is sharing photos of a mysterious Prognosticating Sea Salt.

The latest were posted by Maria Flores Palomino, a local lady.

Her Sea Salt has beautiful packaging. A swan eye glares out through a hole, an angry comma.

Maria Flores Palomino has posted a group photo of the travellers who sold her the Sea Salt.

That's the dead spit of Terence, in the corner!

My sister's boy, from Barcelona. The cement one.

.......

In ten minutes, the plane will land at Mariscal Sucre International Airport, east of Quito.

Gaius is checking his notes. Pedro Vincente Maldonado. Must give him a call. Meet his children.

Simon thinks: It's night time. We should stay at a hotel.

Saint Roley has tried the Think Jerky and it has stayed down. It was artisanal beef jerky, made from grass-fed beef. You should think about where your food comes from. And where it is going. His anus twitches. Oo-ee! Where is it going?

Arthur is inventing plan B. If Sweezus hates Riobamba we'll head off to the coast for some reason. But... there is the volcano.

Sweezus glowers at the particles of Sea Salt on his finger

Buzz is excited. We're here!

Lydia is trying to pick up a Crayangle that Terence has dropped. They aren't suppose to roll, being triangular. But this one has rolled.

Terence dreams of his new parakeet. A red-masked one. She will do what he wants. If he wants a red drink she will bring one. Her name will be Cherry.

Tilly is thinking about Terence. If the Virgin of the Muffin is his aunt, he jolly well ought to climb up inside her and say hello.

It's only good manners.