Vicky belongs to the trans community of a small beachside town in Ecuador, one where sexuality and gender are not strictly delineated. She's a fisherman by day and bar owner at night. She balances her physically tough work at sea with private elegance. She dreams of falling in love again which is a challenge not due to prejudice but geographical isolation. How is it possible that a small, barren place in the third world has managed to achieve this special form of freedom and tolerance?