On Tuesday we caught a bus to Guayaquil but not before trying the waffles from the carts on the side of the road I had been eyeing off since we arrived in Montañita. We had booked an Airbnb for a few days to try and live like normal people for a change, cooking all our own food, getting some washing done and just being able to sit and do nothing, especially because there’s nothing to do in Guayaquil.
It was exactly what was needed and gave me a chance to catch up on some life admin while enjoying some time to relax. A giant tv with Netflix in the bedroom also helped as well as Ben’s Bluetooth speaker which was rarely turned off.
We walked around the neighbourhood giving me a chance to play with the street dogs as usual and then stopped in to buy some groceries to keep us stocked until Friday. We had a nice time being able to cook in our own kitchen without anyone else trying to share the same space and made up some delicious nachos, a veggie stir fry and treated ourselves to poached eggs and avo on bread every morning for breakfast. We also had to enjoy some fruit salads here and there, taking advantage of the ever-fresh fruit which somehow tastes way better than it does at home.
It felt as though we were enjoying a weekend in the western world, waking up to poached eggs and avocado, a walk to the park to do some exercise before coming back and catching up on laundry, our writing and our books, an episode or two on Netflix and then a night of cooking and chatting over dinner. It was nice to have a home again and something that came at the perfect time as I realised how tired I was. I was drawing nearer the seven month mark and could feel myself losing motivation and getting exhausted. Making new friends and saying goodbye to new friends, asking people the same questions of where they’ve been and what they’ve done, answering the same types of questions until my story no longer even excites me. To not have to do that for a few days was perfect, except for the goodbye at the end of it which wasn’t great but something I think is slowly getting easier as I grow used to doing it all the time. I trust I’ll see the important friends again, and thankfully nowadays it’s easy to keep in touch in the meantime.
We said goodbye and I headed to the bus station, bound for Mancora in Peru, another beach town on my slow journey towards Lima.