My timetable here in Montañita is busy busy: Spanish 10am-12, Lunch: 12-1pm, Spanish 1-3pm, Surfing 3-5pm. Phew!
Spanish esta muy bien! Pero ive no time to study so cant remember any verbos or general vocab so my sentances arent improving majorly, though entiendo mas y mas (i understand more and more) :)
The teachers are lovely. They dont speak english so there is much action making and laughs galore. Thuough today we played serpentanes y escelares (sp) and it was hideous: whever we landed on a ladder or a snake we had to answer a question on grammar or general question and I basically regressed to baby spanish and painfully slow answers. God Im so silent in another languge i dont know.
Surfing is awesome! I treat the waves like dogs i.e. dont let them see your fear or else theyll kill you. So i swear at the waves if it knocks me down and try and supress my feelings of "shiiiiiiiitttttttt" and instead focus on not drowning and attempting to surf.
But I have surfed! this is my 4th day today and my arms bloody kill! I basically was paralysed yesterday as couldn{t lift my arms higher than my shoulders due to the muscle pain. In spanish weak is "debil" and mis brasos were definitl something like deblitated yesterday. I had no strength to even push myself up off the board. But today was better. I actually caught a few waves all by my lonesome and rode it until the board sunk :P My knees are paying the price though. Wish I had fat knees to protect me from the board. The instructor Jorge had nicknamed me the girl with the red knees. Wow im cool.
The people in the cabañas are lovely. From all over the world but randomly a lot of German, Swiss and Swedish people. Went with Hayley, mi amiga neuva yesterday to sit on the beach and watch the sun set over the sea. A trio of montañitans came to play us some music while we waited for the sun to dip below the horizon. Cool I thought, just how i pictured this town and my travels. A couple of acoustics later and the cheeky argentianians asked for a contribution to the musical cause! bloody bastards. nothing in life is free apparantly :P
We went to karoke on tuesday night at caña grill. So much fun though the singing was more shouting and pretty sure we hit frequencies that would have broken glass. Afterwards the bar turned into a club, i rolled up my top belly dancer style, took off my flipflops and flailed around all night while fire poi artists took up stage on the sand floor. Swear fire, crowd and drunk people was not the best idea ever ...
Twas good fun but like the 78yr old woman I am all i really wanted to do was curl up with a book and some hot coco :P Partying is fun and all that but in the end its just same old same old. I want to be out there discovering ecuador! Glad only in montñita for 2 weeks, it has taken advantage of its tourist draw so not pure ecuadorian culture. Though its still a millon miles apart from home.
love to yoy all and speak soon. going to go celebrate my 1st at hola ola, ladies night!
xxxxx
Thursday, 30 June 2011
estoy en motañita
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
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
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)