But isn't this Palomino there? The bus just wouldn't stop, so I took my little Spanish and asked the Colombian girl next to me. Because by now I can express myself at least a bit and ask questions about where something is or how much. The only problem remaining: it's very hard to understand the answer, and we never get a short one! So the girl said yes, that's Palomino, and then something about mountains, and I thought, well maybe we'll stop a little later. But we didn't. So finally Catha walked upfront and talked to the bus driver, which didn't seem to help, and as we drove on further away from our destination with the sun slowly setting, our nervousness was rising. We tried to get out and maybe hitchhike back but the driver wouldn't let us out. I felt a little desperate, not in the mood for any adventures, just wanted a bed.
And then suddenly the bus stopped in the middle of the road, we were called out and switched to a bus going back the other way, which our driver must have called. So we eventually got out in Palomino just after dusk! No one else got out, no wonder the bus didn't stop!
After some asking around, we found the hostel we were recommended to stay at, not at the beach but a bed costs less than 2,5€ the night. As we first stepped onto the premises we got a hippie flash - it was like being back in Cinderland in Hawaii! The owner Simon greated us, personally made our bed and even gave us a long hug, I mean a really long one! It was nice being amongst true hippies again and yet I felt I'd smell dried sweat everywhere...
Adrian, a friendly Argentinian (again!), talked us into having a beer with him 'in town', which means on the main road, where we met 2 Arggentinian girls, Gua and Conny, and scratched the bits of Spanish from the bottom of our tired souls, fuelled with sone arepas. Tired as we were, I had a feeling this place would be worth the troubles!
Around Palomino
Kitchen at Simon's Hostel
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