our first trip out of quito: last thursday we caught a bus to the northern coast, to a town called Atacames, we left at 12 midnight..supposedly arriving at 7am, ok so the bus stops at 5am and they´re like yep, get off now this is atacames..what! we had to get off, its pitch black, in a little ecadorian coast town..no idea where are. we get out our handy dandy lonely planet and try to work our way to the beach from the map. these guys on crazy taxi things (a motorbike with a seat on the front) are yelling at us in spanish, a tad scaryso 10 white chicks are walking down the road at 5 in the morning, ecuadorians following us trying to make us come to a hostel..we follow this map in the lonely planet...that book lies. we turn the corner to find the ´´bridge´´ we´re suposed to go over. there´s no bridge. all the taxi guys are sitting there going yeah you want a taxi now dont you! it was pretty funny, they were really nice. so they take us to the beach where all the hotels are..and we walk up and down, this guy with JOSÉ tattood on his arm is following us trying to pedal his hotel, the lonely planet lying to us about some hotel thats 8 dollars a night...ended up being like 30. so in the end we relent and follow josé to a hotel that turned out to be very decent..10 dollars a night, clean. at this point we all fell asleep. woke up and ate..wandered around, sat at the beach. the beach is lined with these radical bars, little huts that play salsa music 24 hours, very cool. some had swings around the bar and hammocks. that night we all danced for hours in the tropical rain..spent the next day sunbaking on the roof of the hotel, wandering the streets looking at little markets..eating the greatest seafood..and NOT getting sick. the bus trip home was more bearable..the windows opened...
our first trip out of quito:
ReplyDeletelast thursday we caught a bus to the northern coast, to a town called Atacames, we left at 12 midnight..supposedly arriving at 7am, ok so the bus stops at 5am and they´re like yep, get off now this is atacames..what! we had to get off, its pitch black, in a little ecadorian coast town..no idea where are.
we get out our handy dandy lonely planet and try to work our way to the beach from the map. these guys on crazy taxi things (a motorbike with a seat on the front) are yelling at us in spanish, a tad scary
so 10 white chicks are walking down the road at 5 in the morning, ecuadorians following us trying to make us come to a hostel..we follow this map in the lonely planet...that book lies. we turn the corner to find the ´´bridge´´ we´re suposed to go over. there´s no bridge. all the taxi guys are sitting there going yeah you want a taxi now dont you! it was pretty funny, they were really nice. so they take us to the beach where all the hotels are..and we walk up and down, this guy with JOSÉ tattood on his arm is following us trying to pedal his hotel, the lonely planet lying to us about some hotel thats 8 dollars a night...ended up being like 30. so in the end we relent and follow josé to a hotel that turned out to be very decent..10 dollars a night, clean. at this point we all fell asleep. woke up and ate..wandered around, sat at the beach. the beach is lined with these radical bars, little huts that play salsa music 24 hours, very cool. some had swings around the bar and hammocks. that night we all danced for hours in the tropical rain..spent the next day sunbaking on the roof of the hotel, wandering the streets looking at little markets..eating the greatest seafood..and NOT getting sick. the bus trip home was more bearable..the windows opened...