The front of "our" hotel
That's "our" hotel on the rounded outcropping rather in the forefront of the picture.
Teeny shell
"It will be exceedingly hot in Manta," I said. "You will drown in your sweat when we get to Manta," I said. Then the wind blew. And the air was cold. And the sun did not shine. And we all wished we had our jackets. The end.
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