I am taking to a surfboard to a place with no ocean

Luck stumbled me into an amazing hostel on my last night with warm water showers and clean beds and free internet. This is after travelling all day because a bridge washed out and we tried to drive through a river and blew at least some fuses but maybe an engine and spent hours standing in the rain / pushing the ¨luxury¨ shuttle through the mud / calculating other possible ways to catch flights in time. Which was prime with my hangover.

Last night a 6´2" lesbian and her straight best friend walked me home after the bar where everyone danced in the warm rain for hours. I met them because she said to me, after I had wandered away from dancing with a guy I knew and was absently standing on the dance floor gazing out,

"Are you gonna DANCE or just watch?"

And it was my last night, a great last night, so I yelled "Dance!" and helped her stalk her crush, a hot french bartender. There were a bunch of riot surf girls and we almost got in a fight with a guy who couldn´t surf but most excellently had been dropping in left and right. Her best friend and I figured out we went to the same junior high.

We had walked along a road, three of us, a brother and a sister from a small town and me, swigging from a mix of mango juice and soda and vodka in a giant plastic bottle. The first car that passed picked us up and we hitched most of the way.

It was the best of times.

D and L hugged me goodbye this morning as I dropped off grocery remnants and invited me out to visit them. It´s kind of funny how easy it was to be friends with them, and how easy it was to stay friends with them after S left. I didn´t say goodbye to anyone else, other than the German guys who had come into my room the night before and hung elaborate mosquito nets and said "we are here for the surfing, four days" very excitedly. I have only met one German ever who surfs, and he didn´t grow up there, but all of them always seem to take lessons when they travel like it´s some kind of tour.

I´m probably a jerk for writing that. Yeah stereotypes!

Tomorrow I fly all day. Travel for about thirteen hours. So I can get up, pack as fast as possible, and travel for awhile longer, so I can get to a meeting and find a place to live and take one more bus and rest for two days. Right now it is apparent this plan was insane. The best ones are.