During my entire Ecuador trip, I travelled by bus but I have yet to talk about bus culture as I saw it. Oh yes, the buses were air-conditioned; there was no smoking; you were assigned a seat on long journeys; all things I appreciated. It made bus travel through Ecuador a delight – all except for one thing.
This was a strictly Catholic country with statues of Mary and crosses dangling from every bus front windscreen, as well as the numerous churches that dotted the landscape. Yet on the bus television, smutty, violent movies blared at top volume in front of children no matter which bus I took. Not one mother with a child made a complaint about this juxtaposition. I’m still baffled.