Published: April 7th 2007April 7th 2007
Decided we would get up and go to San Ignacio to see the Jesuit ruins today. Caught a lavish coach to the sight and watched the weather turn sour. The coach dropped us at the side of the road in what looked like a completely deserted town. The rain was pouring, and we were dressed in shorts and flip flops again, however we did managed to remember our waterproof jackets. We walked for about 20 minutes up a hill to get to the sight, but it wasnÂ´t exactly obvious where anything was, or what we supposed to be looking for. We managed to find what looked like a very humble entrance to the ruins, and walked in without paying, only to realise later we had gone in the back, avoiding the ticket office out front.
The ruins werenÂ´t exactly spectacular, but it was probably the misserable weather and lack of a guide to tell us what the hell we were supposed to be looking at. We had a walk around, and left through the entrance avoiding the stares from the woman in the ticket booth. Started to walk back to where the bus had dropped us off, and the
rain came doen heavier than ever, so went into a little restaurant by the road. When we asked to see the menu, the guy stood there and listed everything they had to offer in spanish, to which we both nodded and gave the occasional Â´ooohÂ´, only to say "una Budweiser Grande, por favour". The restaurant was ver basic and family run with only one other couple in there eating. The guy serving us was obviously the owner and was a little strange. He had a wall dedicated to about 20 blown up framed photographs of himself, posing at various different landmarks around the world, which were far from impressive, but he seemed very proud of them none the less. We had our beer and left to catch a bus, very wet but had a good day.