Traveling through South America it became apparent that fishing was a staple for many economies. Ecuador often smelled like fish, even in the mountains. It wasn’t until I saw an over sized pickup truck speeding down the highway leaking fish blood that I understood why most of the country’s main roads smelled like fresh catch. We stopped in a local fishing port during the morning haul. I asked the fisherman if I could tag along and make some photographs. 
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I can only imagine the fishy smell. Although that doesn’t bother me — seeing your pictures makes me feel like eating ceviche!! Great images. 🙂