Here´s some snaps from this morning.
Life is mostly surfing and reading, though there have been a few interesting nights. The Argentinian owner of Che´s Pizza attracted our attention with his rasta atmosphere, his Jamaican styled shanty, and his Spanish music evangelizing marijuana and calling for the revolution. We lay in his hammocks for hours feasting on pizzas from his rustic army stove.
Last night we went for a walk at dusk and ran into Lady, a Columbian traveler we had met at Che´s Pizza. We accompanied her to a Mexican friend´s birthday where we were a party of only six in the abandoned bar. Still, we filled the dance floor - Pavlo taking Columbian Salsa lessons from Lady, while I tossed Lady´s three year old daughter into repetative flips and spins.
View from our hostel |
I´ve now headed solo by bus into the nearest town for a bank and Internet fascility. Pavlo is on the beach with Lady styling his hair. Pavlo owes me huge. I´m writing this post (and a few others) from a black and white monitor. I hope the photos look alright...
photos look incredible!
ReplyDeleteHere in snowy London (& Chatham) surfing sans wetsuits is an idea that makes my soul ache a little bit because I want to do it with you SO BADLY!
Glad you're up & running w/ healthy bowels again :)
Give my love to Pavlo - keep up the posts.
wowee! the pics are great! sorry to hear about your bullfighting story getting lost. Hope you can pull it out of your brain again.
ReplyDeleteSurfing sounds excellent and the location sublime. Pavlo looks great from the side but I'd love a photo so I can see who is sharing this great trip with you. Glad you're back in the land of the living - no more cheese - or no more altitude? hm. Play safe, epidemiologically speaking.
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