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MEXICO:PUERTO ENSCONDIDO:surf´s up -or not!
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we arrive at the bus terminal at 8.30 a.m. after having a horrid busjourney. the actual bus was lovely..first class again, reclining seats etc. but i had taken my malaria tablet the night before, and woke up screaming at the top of my lungs, having a horrid nightmare that the girls in front had pickpocketed me. shouting ´which one was it´and hitting them on the head. matt was a few seats down and came running, but i thought it was so real. horrid. missed my mum,and lukey badly.
we catch a short taxi ride to our hostel and sit outside for a while until i find a key in the post box. safe! we let ourselves in, and on first impressions it looks like this place is a party hostel as there are beer bottles everywhere. although there is a lot of fresh trees and a small pool in the courtyard, it stinks! it smells of saddle soap! damp! i am not suprised with the humidity that the outdoor sofas hum, and on sitting on them we are immediately soaked.... nice.
we look through a few rooms from our mad cockney landlord steve.... we finally settle on one of the better ones...but by matts face...this place is a dive! what can we complain about at only a few pounds a night...we have come here for the surf, and hopefully will only be sleeping here.
we grab our beach towels..or sarongs...and head to the beach. unfortunately i didnt take my camera incase of theft...but i wish i had. the local beach carrizailo is down an old airstrip which has been turned into a few cafes that serve delicious cakes and breakfasts, a library and plenty of surf shops. the beach is another 170 steps down into a little cove. lovely christal clear waters, and a few beach restaurants... palm trees. matt and i spend the day lying back in the salty water and catching some rays.glad we did!
we explore the local streets after filling up on a plate full of steamed veg at a local cafe. i was in heaven..first proper meal all week!back to our hostel, and i hide in our room, not wanting to sit in the damp chairs downstairs... not very socialable, but very homesick.i miss my beautiful bedroom!
thursday we head down to the recommended surf school to book ourselves and afternoon lesson, grab a delicious fresh fruit and yoghurt brekkie from my fav cafe, and head to the beach for what is to be our last session of the sun, for what we have been told, for a month!!
the waves were sweet, but we were not destined. perfect for learners like matt and i, and none of the social ettiquette that scared the poop out of me in france, where you gotshouted at for ´stealing´someone´s wave... imagine... thousands of waves... and you ´steal´one.... laughable i think! but here... everyone´s boards are old, mended, and no airs and graces...we like it.
BUT within an hour the weather takes a considerable turn for the worse...just as we are about to start our lesson it starts to thunder, and bang.... rain like ..well like a storm is coming... funny that... a hurricane is due to hit north mexico on sunday! we are safe though, and we plan to travel further towards the southern border out of its math.
i did the typical english thing when it rains, and bought a packet of biscuits and drank beer for the rest of the afternoon/evening. a few coronas later and the hostel group cooks a veggie pasta. it was a good evening, although i cant afford to drink like that too often.
so we never got our lesson, as have decided we might aswell travel a bit more and see some ruins in the rain, rather than the beach. at least it is warm rain, rather than sideways cold english rain.... so we´re off to san cristobel on a 13 hour bus ride! wish me luck..and no malaria tablets!
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