When we're not interviewing sex workers, brothel madams, health officials and police, our trusty driver, Stalin (for more about Stalin read Dominique's post here) transports my Dominique and I around Esmeraldas on a hunt for activities to film. He has taken us to fish markets, cargo container lots, oil refineries and vistas with sunset views in the background and cranes and industry in the foreground. I have been trying to collect footage of activities around Esmeraldas to create a real sense of the place.

To properly tell the story of Colombian sex workers in Ecuador I'm collecting footage of the places where the women live and work. We've filmed inside and outside of the brothels. We've filmed nightclubs and pay-by-the hour motels. We've filmed a brothel owner preparing lunch for her family. But there are less conspicuous places like massage parlors and karaoke bars -- venues camouflaging the reality that here too, women can be bought. And in many cases the women are actually girls. Today it's these places we are trying to spot.

As we drove around Esmeraldas, our eyes scan buildings and billboards for signs announcing this underground marketplace.

"Look Dominique, actual camouflage," I say, pointing to two men wearing red, gray and white pants in a pattern typically seen in earth tones. "Who are they?"

Dominique leans forward to ask our driver, Stalin if they are in a branch of the military.

"They're firemen," he says. I notice the fire trucks parked behind them.

If the army members wear khaki camouflage to remain inconspicuous in forests, do the firemen wear red camouflage to blend in with the fire? Or is that they want to camouflage themselves from the fire's red flames?
-- Amy Brown