On our way back from Flores I need to go to the bathroom on the bus. So I ran to the back during a stop. As I looked around I realized that I couldn't find the lock for the door. After little caring I decided just to go, at that same time the bag patter entered the bus. He patted down many bags before he opened the bathroom door to see me whizzing away. I turn, a little confused to see a man with a gun staring back. Quickly, I grab the door shutting it hard. Back to work. Door swings open, this time to a large local woman. I close again this time hanging on to the handle with one hand. Finish up and back to try and sleep. We arrive in Antigua and await our charoit to the beach.
We are picked up by a local driver in an old van. Our hosts at the house were also in the van with Diego (the Dog) The dog begins through the corridor of volcanos to a place lesser known. While most tourist in Guatemala head to Montireccio for their beach experience, we choose El Paredon. On the journey we bounce around in the back of van like popcorn in a microwave. Clearly, we are off the normal roads, judging by the cattle that has stopped our van. Shortly after we get moving we bounce through farm field and tin houses. We arrive at the house around 4 and we are greeted by 3 more dogs and a few humans. After chatting a bit we grab a Gallo and head to the lonely hammocks overlooking the surf and sun. After a beautiful sunset we are summoned to dinner poolside. Three tables are setup for family style dinner. A shrimp salad was served first with a spicy mayo and greens. Yummy. Next was lasagne and finished with a rice pudding. We lounge around for a little while and decided to check in for the night. We climb the ladder to our chamber, where a double bed awaits with bug net hanging above. The sound of the ocean rushes in from our open air window, lulling us to bed.
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Woke up Sat morning and saw a glimpse of the sunrising, and then went back to sleep. We then came down from our bunglow and grabbed coffee and breakfast. Sitting under our bunglow watching the surf was amazing. I order the tipico dish, which was black beans with basil, queso, tortillas, eggs, and tomatos. Amanda had pancakes with honey, yogurt, fresh watermelon and papaya. We then went for a walk down the beach and watched the waves. From there we decided surf was in store for today. The waves were a few feet overhead with the outside crashing hard. I grabbed board and rashy. Amanda decided to play in the sand while I attemped to kill myself. After alot of paddling and not much progress with the foamy I snag a few rides. Next, it's time for Amanda's debut. She paddles out through some heavy whitewater and gets to a good spot and start to scream turn around. After some trying the board turns around and with a little push and paddling the board slides down the wave all the way to the shore. I can see the ear to ear grim from the middle of the Pacific. The rest of the day is spent playing in the waves. We clean up before sunset and grab a beer. Sunset and Gallo, this is becoming a normal thing. Family style supper finished with a chocalate, caramel, and vanilla dessert. We decided the night isn't over till we battle over a few games of Mastermind. Bedtime, we tuck the netting around the mattress and flip the switch. A noise comes from above. Amanda asks "what is that?" I respond "nothing" damn well knowing it was a bat. Surf sounds in our sleep.
Day is spent on hammocks till we aredriven back to Antigua. We decided that we are going to celebrate Valetine's day Eve at Bistror Cinq. This french restarant is rated one of the highest in Antigua. Amanda finds the place due to her expert memory and we grab some wine to start the night over. In short time we order a filet migon for me and seared tuna for Amanda. Both rock our world's. We finish this meal up with a creme brulee. Back to the hostel and out the door to the airport in the morning.
You live a miserable life.
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