Those lazy days

Slowely waking up in the morning to the chattering and laughter of people downstairs, the air already warming up and of course the cock shouting his good morning, which he had been doing since about 5am. Staying at Simon's is so different from my enclosed comfy spot at home and I've started enjoying the social aspect, well, say I came to accept it.
I love the outdoor shower with a view over a fruitful papaya tree but the water pressure is ridiculous, more like a dripping that turns washing my hair into an hour long adventure. Also it felt nice how people share their food and what not without being asked, so Simon's felt rather like a community than a hostel. And it was dirty like one! Ah yes, the hippie life...

Palomino was nice but we imagined it a bit prettier and quieter. The beach turned out beautiful and not crowded at all, it wasn't the comercial like white sand but I'd always trade that for less people! One night we hung out there with our Argentinian friends Adrian, Gua and Conny, sitting in the sand under the stars, watching a red moon rising and feeling quite high, you know, on being lucky.
Catha and I spent 2 days on the beach, going swimming, lying in the sun and getting some tan like all those other backpackers have! The waves weren't high but rolled in quickly, I battled them to a body surf session and I came in second. I never went out far, there was a strong undercurrent and I am not a strong swimmer.

A couple of days being lazy were enough and we urged to get to the nearby Tayrona National Park, which the guide book had a pictured as deserted beaches with wild horses on them... Nature was calling!
But hold the line - no ATM in town! Luckily the nice lady of the hotel where we used (read: had to pay for) the internet told us to take a taxi to the next little village where there were even 2 banks. So after enabling ourselves to afford whatever spoils Tayrona might hold, we said goodbye to Adrian and the cool girls, who had treated us so friendly and made us feel like we belong in this huge group of South Americans, despite our limited language skills (unlike some arrogant German guys). After some fruit shopping, we got onto a bus on the third day, Tayrona on the horizon and some suprises right behind.