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In exchange for a ride to the beach, Jose asked us to consider his bungalows. A danish couple hopped in for the ride as well and when we saw Jose's place we leapt at the opportunity to stay there.
Puerto Arista is a bustling metropolis of pop.300 (maybe). Here, all there is to do is eat, sleep, swim, and if that gets all to tiring, you can relax in a hammock.
The beach was lovely and deserted and the bungalows were comfortable with a small wading pool near the open-air resaurant.
Jose, Canadian from Ottawa, was an excellent cook and everyday we had shrip done many different ways. Sorry Jort!
One night we had a barbecue which worked out ok, I suppose. And we went out on the "town" for some dancing and excitement. We found THE disco. Inside we found the five patrons were apparently rehearsing for thier audition for Steps, or Take that, or Five, or Boyzone, or whatever. They all danced very well and got very sweaty.
Jort and Peter thought they would try their luck with some breakdancing. It went over very well and Jort's cries of "Mi me gusto" (I love myself) went over particularly well. I'm certain that they have become local heros, still talked about to this day.
Our last night at Jose's, his wife was aparently having a party of some sort. Her whole family was there and some of them were a bit inhebriated. The cervesa was flowing and the tequila too. It was the perfect way to end our time in Puerto Arista. 
Peter and I spent many hours up at night chatting away in our hammock. We talked about his extensive film carreer involving a picture he made with Madonna a few years back, and a film in which he played a French free-diving champion in Italy. His bravery was proven when one night, he saved my life when a 40kg cockroach attacked me from behind the bed. As he is the Dutch speedskating champion, he chased the cockroach out of the room and warned it never to come back again. (I think it then went to Jort's trailor).
I was beginning to feel like I didn't want to leave them to go up the coast, and that Guatemala sounded like fun... |
