That's right, Beach!

So, last night at the farm, Kelly and I were chatting with a couple of folks, and mentioned that we were heading to the beach this weekend.  Their eyes got big, they gave each other a significant look, and they asked "...You have a reservation then?".  Kelly and I then gave each other a look before I said "...No....".  See, I had never needed one before where we were going.  The people we were talking to went on to explain that this weekend is, like, memorial day, or fourth or July at home.  A huge national holiday.  Apparently they had tried to get a room at the beach (different towns though) and had called 18 places and not found a single place with a room.  Kelly and I gulped a little and said "well.... We'll figure something out!"

This morning started off in an irritating and amusing fashion.  At 4:30am, the grass chopper in the barn that my room shares a wall with started going.  Kelly and I woke up with a groan and a Why The Fuck Is That Going At This Hour??!?.  A few minutes later, Abel knocks on our door and says "It is 5:30, I don't know if you know, you might want to be getting ready..." and we both say "Noooo.... it isn't 5:30.  It is 4:30."  "Oh, is it?  My watch is wrong..."
*grumble grumble*
I don't think either of us got back to sleep.  Still can't figure how he thought is was 5:30, since it was still dark and the sun is peeking over the horizon by 5:30...

Anyway, the "fun" continued when we pulled up to our bus stop.  Abel quirried the woman standing there to make sure it was the right bus stop.... only to learn that the bus had already come and gone... more than 20 minutes early. O_O
Another truck pulled up and got the same information right about then, and we all tore off down the bus route.  It was.... exciting.  I think Kelly nearly wet herself around a few of those turns.  But!  About 10 minutes down the road we caught the damn thing, and boarded.

3.5ish hours of bumps and squeaks and dust and Kelly's back killing her later, we boarded our second bus.  There, an ex pat basically repeated the act of being very dubious of our chances of finding a room.  At this point Kelly and I were thinking we might be camping, or having to bus on to another city or the like.

Finally, round about 1:30, we get off the bus in Domincal.  Fingers crossed and hope in our hearts, we approached the peeps at my favorite hostel.  They beamed to see me return, and handed us a key.

Ha!

The rest of the afternoon has been spent with drinks, waves, and hammock naps.  :-)  Gonna be a good couple of days.