Weekend #4: Montezuma [aka The Non-Existant Post]

I've written about this weekend in immaculate detail TWICE now.  And both times the posts magically deleted themselves.  Incredibly frustrating.  I know the third time's normally the charm, but I just can't.  

So I'm giving you a Cliff notes version instead.  [And maybe someday I'll come back and write the real thing. Or you can just fill in the blanks with your imagination.] 

Dates: November 2-4 
Place: Montezuma- small beach community on the Pacific side 
Story: 
Supposed to run a marathon, plans fall through, decide to go to Montezuma since Emma [other Hogarcito volunteer] and friends were. 

Continuing theme of transportation issues.  Involving three buses and a ferry this time.

Lindsay and Emma sick.  I share room with both.  Go to sleep Friday not sure if I'll wake up.

Wake up. 

Search for snorkeling tour.  Boats left at 9:00am, we asked at 9:30am.  Screwed.  Damn. 

Local man says he can take us snorkeling.  Falls through. 

Meet Ben from Texas. 

Local man says he can take us [now six with Ben and Emma's three friends] snorkeling.  Boat won't start. 

Pout. 

Visit waterfall by fording river and climbing through jungle.  Scenic. 

Jump off rocks into water.  Tarzan swing. 

[Insert witty bracketed comment here.] 

Meet Marcos and increase crew number to seven. 

Go to top of waterfall.  Swim. 

Lindsay is a daredevil. 

Lindsay Lindsay Lindsay. 

I'mobsessedwithLindsay. 

35-foot jump.  

Lindsay before jumping: So excited.

Me: I do not condone your actions. 

Lindsay after jumping: Ouch.

[And here.] 

Spotted- breathtaking view and monkeys. 

Dinner.  Nomnom. 

Ubiquitous night out.  Dancing. 

Unintentionally played hide and seek.  Where did everyone go? 

Bed. 

Lazy Sunday. 

Attempted beach run.  Hot & sharp rocks. Ouch. 

Transport home.  Problems.

Return late. 

Token sarcastic ending comment. 

Good time. 




xoxo, Cleome