I lazed around the poolside for the entire day and made a phone call to the cook family and good friends of the family and who I always stay with when im in London. It was great chatting to them and I got some fantastic news from them too – a cheque from the government for £583 because I didn’t go over the tax threshold 2 or 3 years ago. Yay!
Lars was planning to head into the city for meet up with Balta and some others to attend another ladies night like last week so I decided to tag along because then I would have a place to stay and organize a few things like bus tickets to Nicaragua. I managed to convince two german girls (Jenny and Jasmine) who just arrived to come along aswell as an American girl (Melissa). Max who is also a Saussie (Shit Aussie) wanted to come also so we had a bit of a crew together for another night out on the piss – errrgg.
Arriving in San Salvadore again we stayed at Tropicana hotel where we had some beers and some food before hopping in a taxi to the nightclub for another $10 entry for all you can drink for a few hours.
Like last time we ended up in the place next door for dancing and more beer – I ended up spending a little too much money.
I only dance when Im wasted and I got involved on the dance floor with serval local girls with one that seemed very into me, she was beautiful but was there with her best guy friend who didn’t mind whatsoever; the same issue as last Wednesday, the girls will dance and when you move in for a kiss they say no. I don’t quite understand it but I suppose in my drunken state at that time in the night I don’t understand a lot.
Most of the crew managed to get a ride back to El Tunco whilst Coon (another Dutch guy) myself went back to the hotel with Balta driving stopping for food on the way.
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