dogs in the night club
After arriving at rocking J's soaking wet and wanting to die we headed out to explore port viejo. Everywhere was soggy and the roads were flooded but the beaches looked beautiful and there were plenty of rastas around. After getting some food ( which Katie managed to keep down) we headed back to our jail cell at the hippy hang out.
We met out cell mate nadav an american israeli and made some american friends (future neurosurgeon millionaire and Fred Durst lookalike). We went out to the ladies night for free cocktails which probably didnt contain any alcohol, busted some moves on the dance floor to reggae and dance hall with stray dogs chilling in da club. A fuuny man with a fake grasshopper scared katie to death by putting it in her hair and then spent the next 20 minutes saying SORRY and demanding money.
Today we lay around on the beach with the sun shining and crabs dancing and worked on spanish and our tans (or lack of).
love you lots xxxxxxxxxx