We said goodbye to Salinas, and ventured up the Ruta de Spondylus highway, stopped at one very small little fishing village, and what do you know, it looked very much like mine.
By noon we were in Montanita, and looking for lunch. We had not planned on sleeping in Montanita, but since it was a Wednesday and low season, we thought it wouldnt be too loud. Montanita is definatly a different feel, even the buildings were a new experience, so tall! I guess because they need to accomidate the hoardes of people that come during high season, and weekends. Montanita is THE PARTY PLACE.
I would say the town is twelve streets by eight, and the center of town was the place to be, Im sure ALL the streets are crowded on weekends, but again, since it was mid week, it was a dull roar. The people walking around were much younger than other places, athletic, surfers and backpackers, dreadlocks and tattoos.
It was a beautiful sunny day, and after we found a little ceviche stand for lunch, the World Cup was on, and we got to watch the town folk enjoy themselves.
We had originally thought we would stay in Olon, but decided to sleep in Montanita, thought we may stay thru the next day, but awoke to rain, so we got in the car after breakfast and ventured north. My friend Jerri wants to see Montanita, so one of these days we will go down on a weekend, and get the “full effect”, but for this trip, Im glad it was tranquilo. Next stop Las Frailes, so stay tuned, the adventure continues...
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