Not San Marcos

I woke up in the morning and all my money had been stolen... lame. Feeling very very sick from all the beer, wine, beer etc. Then took Toadally Awesome and got a bus to San Marcos. But then the bus driver wanted to leave me in the middle of San Marcos all by myself, late at night, in the dark and with no idea where a hostel is. So the lovely kids on the bus took me to San Pedro with them and we got a $3 room together with crazy walls and I got sick and st around wanting to throw up alot.

Luckily my friends were a couple of Californian hippies with hearts of gold who filled with up with natural medicines and vitamins and good things so by morning I felt great when we were woken up at 6am by a marching band and fireworks right outside our window. AH! San Pedro just elected their new mayor so it's party town for the next 72 hours or more.. non stop fireworks and music. Spent the day exploring the town, some more people joined our little group and we moved rooms across the street and upstairs into a room with even crazier wall designs, a hammock and a great lake view.

So the next day I spent most of my time in the hammock eating a jar of nutella with the other end of my toothbrush, painting and listening to music. Did yoga on the roof with a great view then went to a bar with Dennis and had a one liter beer for $4 and sang along to Creedence Clearwater around the campfire with a bunch of old Americans who were older than my parents.

Went to the movies at a restaurant and saw the Big Lebowski then realised I was on the other side of town late at night by myself in a place where two girls were only recently very violently beaten and raped so I found myself some lovely Irish and Norwegian kids to escort me home in case I needed to kick some ass along the way. People are so wonderful sometimes.