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Published: February 8th 2008
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The girls are bored
...maybe I should put my clothes back on... The day before we were to leave for the Coast for the extended Carnival weekend, I began to feel ill. But soon, queasiness became obliteration. I felt like an elephant was doing the two-step on my bowels and my legs ached as if I were a teenage boy again. I reluctantly went to the doctor and found out that I had E.Coli and salmonella poisoning. What a great day I was starting… So I stuck it out for my 5 power lectures (7.5 hours of class). The one nice thing about having that kind of illness is that the toilet seat never has time to get cold. It’s still nice and warm from your previous 37 trips.
Evening came and I was supposed to take a 10 hour bus to the coast. Hmmmmm… I guess my stupidity brought on by my excessive testosterone levels led me to suck it up and go on e the bus. So Danielle, Jessie, and I were off at 9:30pm. Now, it is hard to describe how I felt on the trip. I guess I would say it was like giving yourself an enema and then getting on a roller coaster, yet this ride lasted
Broken glasses
On the bus trip to the Coast I busted my glasses. 15 hours! And to make it better, I broke my glasses. They snapped on the nose bridge.
We arrived in Salinas and found our hostel. Right away we headed, for the beach. My view was slightly hindered by the large rubber band holding glasses together. Salinas is more like Miami Beach with its towering white hotels and condos lining the beach. The next day we went to the beach again, but this time we found some toys to play with. One nice thing about Ecuador is that you never need to go looking for something you need. It comes to you. Water, dinner, food, boats, crafts, love, …anything. On the beach there were several guys that had speed boats that would pull you around the lake on a big banana-shaped raft that holds 8 people. $2. It was worth it. And these guys were good at flipping the raft over. The came the highlight of the trip for me. Another guy said to me, “Jet Ski?” Once I swam through my drool, I nodded yes and Danielle and I were on the Jet Ski. I had never driven one before, but I trusted my masculine instincts. I hit the
gas and away we went!!! We went about 100 feet before it died and flooded and we had to swim back in. The second attempt was more successful. Getting air born with two of us on it and doing 360 degrees turns was incredible. My favorite part was watching Danielle fly off repeatedly. Was it an accident? Maybe, but I enjoyed it.
The second day a brilliant thought came into my mind. I searched through every vendor on the beach until I found the bracelet that had the perfect bead. The nice lady gave me and extra bead and I sat next to her as I super glued my glasses to the bead. Fixed. Later, Jessie went back to Quito and Danielle and I took a bus to Puerto Lopez. This little town was more our style: dirt roads, no electricity, and very few tourists. We met up with Lisa and Araceli (of Oregon) and India and Daniella (of North Carolina) and went dancing. The clubs there were basically the equivalent of a decrepit garage that was somewhat enclosed with any type of material or clothing that could be found. Even so, it was awesome to dance with the
natives. I also love dthe motorcycle taxis that held 4 people + driver.
The next morning I decided to run and get coffee before Danielle woke up. After I bought the coffee at this little shack of a restaurant, it started to downpour. Within 2 minutes the streets were flooded. So I sat down and talked with JaiBill the owner for a while. He lived in Florida for a few years, but preferred Ecuador. After watching the water get higher and higher, I decided to make a run for it. The whole time I could here JaiBill laughing his ass off at the gringo in the mud.
The beach at Puerto Lopez was beautiful. The water was like a warm bathtub and the waves were cranky. Kind of like how I like my women. The last night I was there we ended up at a Bob Marley bar called the Clandestine. The owner, Javier, and another “Rico Suave” ended up giving the girls dance lessons until 3am. Me? Well, I will just say that Big Sexy had no problems staying busy.
The next day I walked up the beach alone. After a few miles I found a rock
Banana boat rides
The girls always said I had a big banana! outcropping. It would have been exciting if I didn’t have the shits…
India and I caught a 7pm bus back to Quito. Thanks to one of our roommates, both of us had a horrible cold so neither one of us slept the 11 hours. I was glad to be home. Everything was going to be ok. Finally. I went to turn on my laptop, but my luck continued. It was dead. Dead dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.
Even though I was ill, the trip was made fun by my companions. There will be more in the future!
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