Thursday, 5 February 2009

Timpani for the Devil

The cicadas are REALLY loud here. Especially in my room, which is a bit disconcerting. If I'm honest. There was one in the hostel chimney last night. Croaking like a croakey thing it was.

I'm in Punto Del Diablo - Devil Beach - and it's not all that like anywhere i've been before. I like the weirdness, although I'm well too ginger for beach resorts at this latitude. And it's full of hippies. Luckily I've bought veruca socks for the showers - don't want to be catching hippy, now - euch!

Got here at sunset last night with just a printed map of where I was staying. Trying to find stuff after dark in a place with not really any streets and definitely no street lights was a bit taxing. Added to that the map was a bit wrong. Fortunately I'd learnt Spanish on the bus journey so I was able to ask someone "where's the Little Devil because I can't see the fishmonger" (with retrospect the bit about the fishmonger was unnecessary, but I wanted to pro0ve that I'd mastered the language). Either way, he knew what I meant, but didn't know where the hostel was. Which was understandable, because he could only see it from his porch. And lounge. The idiot. Or tease.

It's pretty hot. Think I got a little bit burnt today. Gonna have to bathe in Factor 40 tomorrow morning. Or wear a dressing gown.

Or both.

1 comment:

Molipola said...

Well, what did you do? Either? Neither? Both?
And you've hugged me before and not caught hippy... but now I'm trying to think if you ever used the shower. I think I'm a weakened dose anyway, I drive a car n stuff, and have a proper job.