HOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTT day
But I´ve decided to stop talking to much shmack and actually start writing about stuff that I´m thinking and seeing a little more instead of keeping it so lighthearted. So, sorry if it requires more concentration to read than ´funky funk the chicken funk up the tree, across the ocean´.
Culinary tour was going extremely well - went to a different restaurant where the service was ridiculously slow but gave us a chance to have a chat to some of the local guys. They basically live for the surf - surf every day, give surfing lessons to get by (which really aren´t that cheap either) and spend their time off heading to different beaches to find different waves. They found it so hard to believe that we couldn´t surf (well, I can´t, Kristian claims he can a little) coming from Australia which they view as paradise and all. I had the biggest chicken and bean burrito ever and it was amazing.
It was from this restaurant, sitting on the balcony that looked onto the street and the beach that I saw the shit hot skateboard that had been PIMPED!!! The wheels were HUGE and it included sound system and pool table.
After lunch, I was so sick of barely moving except from restaurant to shops back to hostal that I decided to put on my/Megan´s running pants and run along the beach. I found it hard at first, not having done any exercise in ages but soon got into it and ended up running for ages. It was cool, as I ran, I could see literally hundreds of crabs running up the beach in front of me. I´d have to be careful in some spots to make sure I didn´t tread on them but mostly they stayed out of my way. I´ve never seen the way crabs run up close but it´s wacky how they run sideways, and do it so nimbly! Although there was one crab that was in such a haste to get away from my pounding feet that it ran forwardways and that just looked awkward. They were kinda funny actually, they sit half-in, half-out of their little holes in the sand and, if I approach, duck right inside or, if I pass on by, will then sprint to another hole. It was like I was playing a game of tiggy where the holes in the sand were barley.
Saw lots of fishermen and women who walk further up the beach away from the bustle of Huanchaco. They seem extremely relaxed and I didn´t once see them with any catch. But they were all friendly and nodded as I went by.
Headed that night back to a place where the guy grills everything on this little barbeque on the street right in front of the customers. We pondered the important questions of life - why there´s no chemistry between us, what our biggest hangups are, and why you can say ´country´ but not just the first half of the word. A performer with an incredible voice (I swear he could win Idol!) came and played to us and Kristian continued to pay him so that he could keep playing Kristian´s requests. Being the dodgy backpackers we are, we ordered coke and spiked our drinks with smuggled in vodka so by the time we eventually finished dinner, we were singing along and having a merry time.
Headed to this other restaurant that looked classy (so we´d always avoided it, feeling somewhat out of place) for dessert. There weren´t many customers by that time so we had a lovely chat to the waitress and waiter, Pattie and can´t remember his name. But I was trying to get Kristian to hit on her so, using my Spanish, I was ¨telling¨ Pattie stuff that he was supposedly saying. She blushed and giggled and generally got all embarrassed. They really were lovely though, and Kristian amused the whole restaurant with his cheesy Spanish and grins. They loved us so much that every time we walked past that restaurant from then on, they would all come out and wave and shout hello.
Found a group of locals hanging out by the beach and ended up heading into Trujillo with one of them, Grimwaldo, to go to the most happening place in town, La Barra. If that´s the most happening place, I´m sure glad I didn´t check out the rest of the nightlife. Though word on the street is that it´s far far better on a Saturday night. You´d hope so.
It came complete with Gogo Dancers - two girls up on these huge podiums in tiny teeny little skirts that didn´t quite cover their derrieres (Kristian had to rush off to the bathroom a few times), little bikini tops and knee-high lace-up boots. After the dancers and the girls from the casino, I´m starting to question what arouses males.
Everyone danced boy-girl, boy-girl. It didn´t seem that dancing in groups was allowed. And noone just kinda does what they want, everyone dances the local dance, kind of a basic version of salsa. It was a little weird. Grimron kept trying to get me to dance, basically cos he was a horny little 18 year-old. Ew. But I did. And it was awkward but okay.
One thing that kinda annoyed me was the Grimwad just let us pay for the taxi both to and from Huanchaco to Trujillo. I know that we obviously have more money and everything but even if I was with the richest people in the world, I´d still at least offer to pay my share. I just didn´t understand it. |