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Published: March 19th 2009
Hammock
Lost in that beach headspaceI arrived at La Paloma yesterday. The hostel is great, across the street from the beach. Yesterday was St. Patrick's day and a couple from Ireland made Sheppard's pie for everyone. A bonfire in front of the deck was the focus point for travelers from Australia, Ireland, Canada, Germany, Sweden and the U.S. The staff here are wonderful, making the fire, running the bar, passing out cake at midnight. It felt as if we were on an all inclusive holiday package at a resort, rather than a group of weary travelers. The chatter around the fire was filled with travel tales, politics, weather and 'best moments' on the road.
There were three Australians traveling along the coast in a rented car. They were going to Coba Polinio the next day and offered to take me. 'Hippie commune amongst isolated sand dunes'....that is Coba Polinio. It is a national park, a delicate ecosystem with no roads. You hire large jeep carriers to take you over sand dunes and beach to a village with quirky cottages and hippie shacks around a pretty cove. There are brown seals on the rocks beside the lighthouse. The restaurants are at the very edge of the
Surf
The beach is beautiful here water and the views are amazing. Another slice of paradise, to have a meal under thatched canope beside the sea. (next blog)
Life in a hostel beside the beach is great. As you can tell, I haven´t kept up with emails or travel blogs because I am busy watching waves and sunsets and socializing with people around the world. This is the treat about being a traveler. I am outside of normal work pressures and regular lifestyle and so are all the people shifting from hostel to hostel. Each of us appreciates a good spot, and more than half of the people at this hostel have stayed longer than planned. It must be the summer-like weather, or the pounding surf in the background, or the clean showers and good breakfast, or the kindness of the staff, or the nightly bonfires, or the chatter of five languages on the deck.
Today I went swimming and the waves knocked me over when I went back on shore. Nothing else to do but shower and lay in the hammock drying in the sun. Bob Marley music plays in the afternoons, latin beats in the night. Tomorrow I have to get my
Across street
The beach is a few hundred yards from the deck of the hostel. act together and plan the next move. Think I am busing back into Montevideo. I left some luggage with Rafael, and there is a folk festival in San Jose on Sunday.
Eventually I should return to Argentina.
Meanwhile, the sun is blasting hot and today there wasn´t a cloud in the sky. All signs that I really must stay on the beach. The Irish girls booked in for a night and stayed a week. The Americans were suppose to leave today but booked more days. Me, I doubled my time here, too.
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