Shit happens!

Getting our little routine going, deck time, blogtime, google research, breakfast, beachwalks, lunch, beach play time, for Steve maybe a siesta, cocktails and out for dinner. The food here can be delicious,  not always getting what we think we ordered but adds to the mystery of travel. Have a few favorite spots already and like the fun loving Argentinian servers who speak pretty fair English! The theme here is many go travel and work in the restaurants and again they speak English! Very lovely bunch and we would like to go to Argentina sometime after meeting a few! Always happy!  The local Ecuadorians are also nice people striving for similar things in life, food, family, and shelter. Although we notice you sometimes have to work a bit to get a smile. We compare this trip (a lot) to se asia as that is still our favorite. Don't get us wrong as we're really enjoying this experience. Here too the bars and restaurants like to crank up the tunes which turns into a machismo pissing contest of dominant boombox.Throw in street musicians and that's what Montanita sounds like on a weekend or holiday.  The fresh fish and ceviche here ranks up there with some of the best! A big bonus is no bugs, well maybe the odd mosquito that found me, but super bonus not having to spray up daily. Montanita as well Ecuador is very clean without stinky sewer smells wafting thru the streets! The malecon is constantly being swept! Any garbage thrown into the streets is likely a tourist! They even recycle here! The early morning garbage trucks have a party going on with disco lights and musica blasting! Great attitude! The locals take pride in their town and every morning are cleaning and sweeping outside their homes and businesses! Impressive considering the crowds they get here! The downside of being on the equator to us pale skinned folks is the intense sun! Careful protection and uv management is essential. The temperatures average 24-28C but feels like 30-38C! Plenty of newly scorched whities. At the beach you can buy anything! Literally!!! Funny thing, before we arrived the only ceviche we were going to eat would be in a restaurant, after a few days it's open ceviche season at the vendors and at the beach! Doesn't seem to affect our systems any different whether we eat at one place or another! The blasters still arrive regardless! LOL. Which brings me to a shituation. Steve and I shared a yummy chicken quesadea at a mexican joint and after dinner Steve was in the mood for a bit of dessert so we cross the street to a little frozen yogurt shop. While Steve was waiting for his order, I had a few rumblings going on so I zip into the bano and blast away. OMG, it wasn't a straight shooter, got a bit on the edge of the squat seat. What makes this really bad is nada on the water or toilet paper! The spare few squares I had were for light personal use, not enough to clean up my offshore spill, and again no water! I dashed out quickly giving Steve three bucks to cover the yogurt cone and the bano aftermath! As I bolt I see the lady try to give Steve the bucket while he gives her the money and bolts with his cone. OMG. I did not walk down that street for at least a week! She was pissed and I was imbare-assed! Oh well shit happens exc

ept counterclockwise when you flush here.