Saturday ... what day are we on? The heat has severely gotten to me right about now. I yearn for a dark, air-conditioned room away from the sunlight and heat. I am still having a great time, but today I am missing some creature comforts of first-world living.
Yesterday Erin and I caught a $4 bus from the hostel Casa del Oro to Playa Maderas - the surfing beach. There were lots of surfers, from beginners to advanced, on the bus with us. We met Steven from CT, Michael from Germany, Mark (location not remembered), Ilka from Sweden, and Aidan from some northeast state. As Erin pointed out on her blog, when remembering or introducing someone, we have all come to do so as: 1. Name and 2. hometown, followed sometimes by what they are doing here, as in med student, volunteer, English teacher, Spanish-language student, etc.
The bus ride there is interesting. You are basically in the back of this open-aired truck thing with two benches, and racks for surfboards. The ride is bumpy, but scenic as the truck trollops through swampland on a dirty, rocky dirt road. The scenery is a mix of trashland, tourist hostels/surf camps, and very poor and rustic farm homes.
Once we get to Playa Maderas, Erin and I attempt to ask the locals about the location of my new Australian friends' abode .... la casa del "Don" - the house of the Don. No, not Don as in Donald, but Don as in a Godfather like name/status.
More later .... need to go stretch my legs for a bit.
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looks like u set up your bed pretty well :)and a fan right over it hooray!! heard u hit your head surfing yesterday :(
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