Right on the beach it sat,
our butts and our beautiful flat.
The food was good.
Although in a week we would,
Prefer to starve than on it get fat!
(We got sick of the food)
On our way to our cabin.
I dared Gillian to eat it but she said that I should if I was so cool and I said I´ve already done it before and she should try it and why was she so scared and she said she would rather kill me and what did I think of that and then before I could respoaaaaaarrgggghhpft....
The hostel had a huge collection of games, musical instraments, and books for trade (2 for 1 bad deal but Gillian got Blood Meridian) as well as a pool table and some very calm dogs (some of whom had been hit on purpose by cars (people here think its fun to hit dogs with rock and cars and things). Many a nights were spent drinking wine and playing scrabble. Oh and our bed had a mesquito net.
We went to the only national park on the beach near by to get away from the garbage. We took a mototaxi which with all the weight and the millions of pot holes, wasn´t much faster.
The waves were great!
Our taxi waited for about 2 hours to take us back btw. We didn´t feel any guilt as Gillian demonstrates so beautifully above.
There was much rock and shell collecting this week on the beach. Hopefully some make it back in one peice.
It really looked like Oregon!
Oh, I don´t have a picture of it but since there was so much fishing in Puerto Lopez, there was a 1:1 ratio of resident to vulture there. They walk so weird. It was pretty neat to see swarms of them all the time. Oh and there were these weird little birds with long beeks that ran around on the beach. We have a video of them running but I fear no one would find it as funny as we did.
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