Today I again went to Q’Bravo and today there was a seat available. I order the usual, scrambled eggs with bacon, adding an orange juice and a coffee. This place was a bit different. Sure you got the bean paste that you always do, but instead of getting the rice and tortillas they serve some slices of avocados, tomatoes, something fried (I can’t say what that is but it is some kind of fruit) and toasts. The sides aside, the scrambled eggs was not the best – a little watery – and honestly half-fried rice and tortillas are real nice as a side.
You get to a point where you get tired on beach life, specially on a small island, right?! If I’d been here for more than eight days I would have planned for excursions outside of the island – and next time I WILL NOW A LITTLE BIT MORE SPANISH. Then again, I was hear to relax, for some beach time, getting a tan, eating Mexican food, drinking Mexican drinks (and if you don’t know what I mean by that by now…).
The beach day was a bit windy and cloudy but still a nice day.
For dinner I just did not know what to choose. I knew that I honestly did not want the ones on the strip, but still I walked along it looking for places and people. Not for the first time I got offered drugs from not a few of the shop attendees. This really f-ing disturbs me. Mexico is supposedly hard on drug sales and usage (yeah, you wouldn’t know it right when you think on how the drugs get to USA), and to get the question about drugs over and over again on the one main strip on a small Mexican island – well, I’m exploding inside each time, wondering if I should say something stupid or not. I never do though, I’m both a coward and caring for my own life.
Since I don’t really find another place to eat I decide to go over to La Lomita and see if there’s a seat for me. Sure, there’s a table for three available when I arrive just before a company of three south-americans (I overheard them later but can’t remember if they were Argentinians or Brazilians). Since a table for two also becomes available I decide to be nice and switch tables. I happened to be seated next to an older Canadian couple from Ottawa. Real nice. Later my poc-choc arrives and the Canadian couple gets replaced by a younger mixed couple. The girl a south american country and the guy from a north american country. He definitely did not want to communicate with me even if I got a nice vibe from the girl – that it would be ok. Fortunately (or unfortunately) they moved inside after a short time and for a while I was all alone (except for the people sitting behind me). Until a group of four young ladies (you know, probably somewhere between 27 and 37) moved outside. Of course we got conversing a bit, all but one, the beauty. But it was entertaining. A bit later the table beside me once again gets occupied. This time by an Irish fellow that have moved to the inland of Canada and who’s hobby was dj’n on turntables and real records.
For the second time in two nights, I leave ladies I probably should not have left.
After leaving La Lomitas I stop at the main square to watch a little of the basket ball game (live) and before boing back to the hotel, I walk the streets once again.