After visiting the big old mayan city we went to a funky place along the road to find us a bed. In the jungle, in the middle of nowhere there was three or four different hostels, a bunch of “hippies” and backpackers, a few restaurants, one of them italian and famous in the whole of
This is one of those places that only exists in dreams. It´s a hidden little village along the high way one with no signs left saying it even exists. At first we tought the locals in the town must be mad at the locals at the surf for taking the signs down all the time
Tyvärr ligger jag inte ett badkar på en klippa, uppvärmd med vedeldad tunna och lagom sunkigt vatten. Jag är här. Och jag väntar. Men som min mamma säger “jag kommer alltid sent, men jag är värd att vänta på” the soundtrack of our lives
