Monkeys, stolen shoes, rocky jungle path to a small lost city, sand flies, coincidentally running into Joni + Karo while they looked for gold on the beach, crazy salsa party with loads of Aguadiente served by camp owner Giovanni, who obviously had a little crush on us, beautiful beaches with way too many people on them - which contrary to what the book said didn't contribute to the feeling of wondering off the beaten path, very nice night in hammocks over the sand and across the leaf-cutter ant path, with a very charming guy called José providing us with just the right amount of a push in the hamock every time we seemed to be running out of movement and when we thanked him answered 'de nada, mi amor'
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