Zorritos

After the horrendous border crossing between Peru and Ecuador, we got off the bus at a little beach town, Zorritos.

There was a power outage at 7pm, which wouldn't have been terrible had we not walked a half hour away from the hostel in search of supper. After the street lights went out our pepper sprays were unlocked and ready to go. We ate avocado on bread for a delicious supper in our hostel.

Welcome to the third world.

The next day we realized how dirty the was, witnessed a used pad on the beach, saw too much of several local men, got beaten up by waves (but don't worry, we had our floaties), hung out with soe flamboyant Ecuadorians, went on to cook conger eel for supper with a local, and completed the strange day with a bonfire.

I'm still not sure if it was vale la pena.