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Travel Blogs from Playa Azul
... I was with my friends mauro,lalo,hugo,uriel,roberto,oscar and girls like my girlfriend nitzia,and yan,gaby,paola,meli,roxana,steffy(:we were dancing and dancing and dancing.We finish drinking Red Label and Absolute Vodka and we finish something drunks.So next we go out of "sunset lounge" and we went to bulevar of manzanillo and we stayed in a beach for a little time and we enjoy the dawn.
Finally each who went to his house and the day was finish.
... are they going to shoot us because we're the only ones on the beach wearing bikinis and all the locals swim fully clothed?". We stared and stared and then when they reached their friends stretching they stared and stared at us and all start killing themselves laughing at us, well I'm glad to see they think we look like supermodels in a swim suit contest, "muchas gracias" (thank you very much). Once they all left we grabbed our things and turned in for the night. ...
From Puerto Vallarta we jumped on a bus to Manzanillo. We arrived in the late afternoon and had found a place on the internet to stay. Caught a short taxi ride from the bus station to a tiny guesthouse right in da Mexican hood! Luckily Wease speaks a little Spanish because none of the locals could speak English. The guesthouse halls were the seediest looking thing around but the rooms were fine for ...
... A short hour after that incident both her and I were starring blankly into space with robotic looks on our faces. Coincidentally we were both thinking about something, that even Dave commented on our returno expressions. Adog shared her stupid thought, it went something like this:
"I can't remember the words or why, but it ends with.... Angelina Jolie"
She took the gold trophy for that dumb moment and 2 hours later remembered ...
Dan lost a day in Rio Nexpa. Totally lost it. We can't figure out which day it was or what we did that day, but it’s gone. One evening writing in his journal he realized he was a day behind. Numerically, each day of the trip had been filled in, as far he we all recalled he had written every single day, we couldn’t think of any events that were not already recorded on the inked up pages, yet we couldn’t deny the fact that the next number to write was the 19th ...
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