Dead quiet in town today as they celebrate the independence of Guayaquil from Spain. Only 3 turned up to the last class. Tim only got back at 7 so he was one of the missing. Last class was a bit surreal when Jimena started playing me Ecuadorian love songs so I could pick out the imperfect subjunctive in the lyrics.
We also made ceviche con pollo which is a bit like cold chicken soup with raw veg. It was actually quite nice but the serving of popcorn and green bananas was a bit random.
I finally know what Babs must go through each day as I had dinner with FIVE germans. Not Maria's best. Had a piece of beef that wouldn't look out of place on the inside of my boots and cold mash.
Went out on the lash with the kids and stuck it out until 3. Cuba Libres were pretty much "Coke Libre", ie neat rum. Nearly had a fight with Tim on the dancefloor - he was hammered and dancing with a pint-sized prostitute and his flailing arms kept making contact with the people around him. Bloody kids. Met a few new travellers. All good.
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