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We got off the plane and waited at the door for our stroller. This is the third time we’ve been to Ecuador with a stroller, and they haven’t gotten it right yet. It was already 11:30 and Sebastian was pissed about being awoken, Sabine was tired. We hoped maybe they’d get it right this time and bring the stroller to the door. They brought someone else’s stroller, but not ours.
We were the last people through customs. The only bags left on the baggage belt were ours. We were hoping to get through without any problems, having to pay any duties. Two porters helped us load the bags onto carts and began to push them towards the exit. When we got to customs, one of the agents said “Hold it, we need to check this bag.” It was the third one through the scanning machine.
The other guy says “Ah, let ’em go through. The lady is returning after ten years. They can go.” Nice bit of luck there.