Our stay in Selinas was brief but managed to pack in a terrifying encounter with hormigas (ants) which had taken refuge in Doris´ car and then decided they were going to attempt to take my bag. I only realised this once I´´d worn my backpack and thought the swarming appearance of the material was a little odd. God I hate nature sometimes. We also went to the beach and had coconut water from the fruit and a tranquilo banana boat ride around the beach.
Now on to Sunday and we leave for Montañita. We´ve been warned that people smoke weed on the streets here...thanks for the tip ;) . After a delicious lunch of homemade ceviche (prawns with tomatoes, corriander and tuna in a lemon sauce) con patecones (fried squished plantain) we said ciao to Doris´ family and headed to Montañita.
What should have been a 40minute drive to Montañita, we and the hormigas were still trying to find our way there about 1.5 hrs later. Driving through shanty towns, where stray dogs are their equivalent of pigeons, I was beginning to worry I´´d taken us into the middle of the Ecuadorian nowhere and we were going to be eaten alive by rabied perros as we didnt know the words for "help, rabied dog" in español. Shit.
But we finally made it to Montañita, found the spanish school and then the cabañas which are literally a little oasis in Montañita: Cabañas with woven roofs of leaves, and bamboo decorated walls, encircle a jade blue swimming pool and jucuzi and outside of this little haven we´´re surrounded by lush Ecuadorian overgrowth and palm trees. Naice. I relax now as all is well and safe. Montañita does exist.
Saying goodbye to Doris was surprisingly emotional. She hugged as tight and securely, as if to trying to leave her love and safety with us, her fear that she{d left us in a drug laddened town evident through her arms. We agreed to call her the next day. Not sure though how that conversation on the phone will go without her being able to see my frantic signing arms for spanish words i dont know.
We venture later in to town and theres a powercut. Everythings open but in pitch black with glimmers of candlelight everynow and then. Very surreal. Oh and there are crap loads of birds perched on the telephone lines. Its like something out Alfred Hitchcock{ movie ...will sleep with one eye open...
So Montañita. Its a crossroad town stuck in the 60s. The population is predominantly surfing hippies wearing hemp woven clothes, with dreadlocked hair and harem pants and bangles gallor. Very surreal. But I kind of like it. I like that you can never get lost her, that theres no addresses as its too small a town, just "the house opposite the bustop", I like how everyone seems so chilled (probablly all the drugs we were warned about :P) What I dont like however is that the place is over populated with mangey stray dogs, that the god damn birds shite everywhere so it smells like a birdcage, and theres stagnant water by cocktail alley and it smells like crap and i{m sure is a breeding ground for malarial ridden mosquitos. Did I mention I don{t like nature sometimes?
Okay this entry is getting too long, will right about surfing and the school in a new blog
ciao for now
bexxxxxxxxxxx
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