Apologies for the lengthy break in posts. I wish I could say I've been too busy but that'd be a lie. Last couple weeks have been so great I needa revive a word from the past - the past two weeks have been absolutely killer. Still continuing with school, but I found a gig bartending and working reception at this hostel in Semuc Champey so I'll take a break in a month. Supposedly it's like the 8th wonder of the world but vamos a ver, we're heading there this weekend and I'll fill ya'll in later. One of the NGOs threw an 80s party a couple weeks ago and obvi, as evident in the picture, we went. F me what a good time. The venue kinda felt like an old frat house but hey, I'm not one to say no to fratting hard sometimes. The music or shall I say musickkk was off the hizzy, espesh once the DJs hopped in their Dolorean and brought back electronic music to the 80s party. I even got to blaze in a tent setup in a creepy den of the house. Ah, made me feel young again.
We cruised over to the hot springs that weekend which was sweet, though I prob don't need to do it again. Just nice being in a jacuzzi in the jungle. I've been able to cook during our graduation dinners every week which have provided a nice outlet to destress and cook. Yeah, that might make me sound like a chick but so be it. I love letting my hair down, boozing early and cooking while I shake my generous backside to Top 40 hits. Oh yeah, btw, what's up with sun dinners nowadays you huevonos in SF!?!
This past weekend we trekked out to Tulate beach on the Pacific Coast of Guatemala. Had my first ride on a "chicken bus" which is really just like any other form of transportation in a large metro area - crowded. I henceforth would not concur with the thoughts and opinions of other, previous travelers. OMG this beach was everything I wanted and more. Not only were there no other white people there, but there was hardly anyone there period. After 4 hours on a bus we were dropped off in this tiny town with a river separating the town from the island that is Tulate. We took a small boat across and then walk to our bungalows about a km down the beach.
We had virtually the entire beach to ourselves and split two bungalows with kitchens and all. Black sand for miles and a seemingly endless horizon, I was in heaven. We couldn't see a soul to the left or right of our beachfront property all along the beach which really added to the aura. We cooked mountains of food by which I mean the conejo, Evan and I cooked but it was all good...the chicas helped out and we partied on the beach for two days. We made chao mein the first night then shrimp paella the next. And yeah, I had my stoney hungover bfast of ramen with fried eggs, duh. I even had a Jason Bourne style run (the one on Goa during Ultimatum obvi) where the only people I saw were the occassional fisherman fishing the surf with nets.
The last day a group of Guatemalans showed up and unfortunately I didn't end up talking to them til a couple hours before we were leaving. They live in Xela and they either sell drugs (legal ones) to pharamcies like they told me or they're just drug dealers. Cause boy oh boy did they spoil me and my friend. Ceviche, burs, all of it.
And the 3 dudes arrived with 3 chickies which of course I presumed to be their gf's. Well in talking to the group, I quickly realized that the girls live in a different town and they had just met the boys for the first time this weekend. Hmm, seems like they were mujerzuelas or how you say escorts with plenty of benefits. Anyway, apparently I caught the fancy of a couple of them because I looked Guatemalan or my chinese-mexi-jew fro or something and so we got to talking which of course quickly devolved into me deflecting overtly direct comments. I had to make a quick phone call and when I returned they were waiting for me in the pool. I thought to myself, "Yo bro! Are you like about to have a Wild Things moment right now but like tots mcgoats sicker?"
And then I told myself, "Duuuuude. You're a gent and a scholar, you can't get in the pool." So alas, I did not have my Wild Things moment but instead continued chatting with the group then made my way home last night where I could put on my footy pajamas, drink hot chocolate and have my madrastra read me a bedtime story like el nino that I am.
Paz, amor, boy does mi Pad snore.
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