Frickin' Tweenies

We arrived in Montañita, a seaside surftown after crossing the Peruvian border (not as dangerous as it's said to be). Glen managed to go for a couple of surfs but is still not feeling 100%. Our first hostel was in the heart of gringo land and was sooo noisy with real bad reggatoni music playing until 3am so we quickly moved out of there to a beachside hostel with views of the break from the toilet. We did alot of reading and hammock laying and I even went for a few runs along the beach. We bumped into our Swedish mate Kalle for some "shit on" action but decided to move on as the waves weren't picking up. Yesterday we did a mammoth 12 hr bus extravaganza to reach Baños, a mountain village in the Ecuadorian Andes. All our buses miraculously fitted in perfectly but I knew it was to good to be true. We had no time for lunch so Glen grabbed a couple of sandwiches from the bus terminal and I definitely hit my lowest point about 2 or 3 hours later. Its one thing to feel ill at home but vomiting every half hour on a bus when you still have 5 hours left till your destination is torture. The one skill I do posess though is to be a neat spewer! The Ecudorians would of labelled me as the mad Gringo after I got kicked out of my seat for a hoity, toity tweenie and I had to get them to open the front door in a cold packed bus so I could vomit out of the door. Oh well. We've just managed to keep down some plain bread and here's hoping that we'll feel better in the next couple of days to take advantage of the mountains. I'm even thinking of booking in for a massage or facial. Hope everyone else is feeling well and its official, we're at our South/Central American half way mark of 3 months.