I woke up feeling great and needing to pee. I bounced between the 3 bathrooms trying to find a free one. The hostel workers kept directing me to open ones but someone would get to it before me. Ugh, can't I just relieve myself first thing in the morning?
After relieving myself Kent and his friend Allie invited me to the beach with them. Well, I sort if invited myself but it's one and the same while backpacking. We took the R1 bus again to the strip, it's where the beaches are.
We found a spot to post up for awhile. Kent and Allie jumped in the water right away. I stayed behind to apply sunscreen and read more about Mark Whatney McGuyvering on Mars. After a time a lifeguard came out and told us to move because of a rip tide. Now I grew up by the ocean, I am decent at spotting riptides. I noticed the water was a bit churned but it wasn't nearly like a riptide in the Pacific.
So we moved down the beach and I read for awhile. Eventually I jumped in the water. Holé molé was it warm! So great! I body surfed for a bit and tried to teach Kent and Allie but a surf instructor told us to move because we were in another riptide. What the hell is with all the riptides?? They weren't very strong at least.
We left the beach and went to grab some lunch. We ended up at a resto near the hostel. I got a margarita and the North Carolinians got Micheladas. "What's a Michelada?" It is a drink comprised of Worchestershire, soy sauce, Tabasco, with a beer poured into it. It sounds god awful. Like some drunk looked at his barren kitchen and poured in the only remaining condiments into his beer. I kind of liked it though. I like the spicy drinks.
Then we went to the local park and got some grub. The park has an open square with a stage a about 8 food shops selling mainly Mexican food. I ordered 3 tacos and some guacamole. The tacos were just OK. I've had so much better in California.
Went back to the hostel and read some more. God this book is enthralling. Then went again with the North Carolinians to the local supermarket to grab some tequila for margaritas.
Mmm margaritas are good, at least that's what I'm calling the salt-rimmed Squirt, tequila, and lime juice we had.
Ate a dinner of noodles and talked with other hostelians. I met a guy named Yuyu from Berkeley who also happens to be going to Cuba on Tuesday, a Pole named Kata, and a German named Peter. I somehow convinced them to play Mao with me.
Holy crap, they liked Mao!!
Time for bed, I have to be ready by 6:25 to swim with some whale sharks.
June 03, 2015
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