So there we were, having a perfectly lovely time in Canoa, when we decided to leave for Olón, where we had planned to do a hostel work exchange for awhile. Olón is about a six hour bus ride from Canoa, and is known for having great surfing and for being near the cesspit of young backpackers that is Montañita. Oh look! Here’s us at a three floored, Alcatraz themed dance club:
The beach there was pretty nice, and we walked on it a bunch.
The thing was, though, we weren’t happy with our work situation. You know how sometimes things aren’t quite the way you were expecting? And it’s not anyone’s fault (especially not your own), but you just have to stop throwing good money after bad? As it were?
So we came back to Canoa!
On the way, we stopped in for a night at a sweet little fishing village called Puerto Lopez. It was more or less like this:
We’ve been working at a different hostel for the past 10 days, and it’s been MUCH better. Charles has been surfing every day, looking all professional:
We almost made a bad decision at this place:
But we couldn’t agree on whether to go temporary or permanent, so we passed. For now.
And finally, for all my fellow creepy weirdos out there, más animales muertos! The faint of heart can feel free to close their browser windows now.
Eso es toda por ahora! Until next time.
Margy, thanks for sharing the beauty with the ugly. It’s what medieval philosophers called a “memento mori” – you know, a reminder that in the midst of life, we are in death. Ready for the next plague…? 😉 – Uncle Laurence
OK, so how’s the food – and please tell me dolphins aren’t on the menu