11 26 05 362 W, 1 I - + 10 - 18 11/23/2005 -- Puerto Escondido II
A good night's rest did wonders for me. I only awoke at 11am to go pay for another night, then I went right back to bed, all the while enjoying the one movie channel they had in english. In the afternoon I found a local lavateria that would wash my clothes for $2. And since I had no clothes to wear except my swim trunks I was forced to slather up my gringo body with sunscreen and mosey down to the beach. A surfer's paradise indeed! I have never seen 10 foot waves before, nor have I really seen so many surfers in one spot. It was so tempting to brush off Panama altogether and find a way to spend the next month here in Escondido. I would love to know how to surf, especially on waves like this Mexican pipeline.
That night the hotel had a reggae band play at the pool. Since they were much too loud to sleep to, I again was forced to go enjoy the scene. I hung out at the pool bar for a few hours, chatted with some Australian and French surfers, and patiently waited for the band to stop so I could get some more sleep. My body still ached, but the beach was slowly working its wonders. I really wanted to stay there for awhile, but the funny thing about resting so much is it makes me anxious. It had only been a day, I was barely rejuvinated and already I was itching to get back on the road. I suppose that makes me a glutton for punishment.
One more night of American movies. One more night of motionless sleep. One more night closer to Panama. One more night closer to Panama, huh? So you think you can make it all the way? Well, why not go for it then.
And that's a perfect example of how I make decisions. Never planned, always on a whim, and as spontaneous as possible.
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