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After 12 hours of un-airconditioned bus journeys, we were 7km away from Montezuma when the bus broke down with just us left and so ended up in a coach park with no driver and no idea where we were! We eventually managed to catch another bus and arrived in Montezuma, a small beach/surfing town full of Americans.
That night we were getting ready for bed when the trouble began.......first a giant crab somehow managed to find its way into our room and then disappeared under James´bed. Then we noticed 1 or 2 giant ants crawling above wills bed which we killed but suddenly there was a power cut and so had to resort to a torch which seemed to attract massive flying beetles! After pulling ourselves together we realised that the 1 or 2 giant ants had now turned into an army which were after us because we had killed their friends so decided enough was enough and went to find the owner. He eventually put us into a room which had a window with no glass or shutters, so was in fact just a hole in the wall, through which any old robber/murderer could climb through!
The next day we finally managed to relax and spend a few hours on the beach until James was sufficiently frazzled but found out from some people that there was a nice waterfall where you can jump in just a small "walk" away along the coastal road.
The next day we decided to go in search of these falls and happily followed the path into the rainforest with our beach towels and flip-flops. After a few minutes we realised we were definately wearing the wrong foot-wear but could see the waterfall up ahead so carried on.
After spending half an hour at the plunge pool jumping off rocks, an american couple told us that there was another plunge pool further up the river with a tarzan swing and showed us which path to take. It wasnt the right path. We walked/climbed for an hour and a half in the wrong direction, bare foot (as flipflops were useless) through the rainforest, fighting off giant ants and termites in the midday sun with only a quarter of a bottle between us. Within no time James had transformed himself into a Nomad by wrapping his damp towel around his head and slapping on the spf 50 to fend off sun stroke! Thinking back to the many hours watching Bear Grylls we followed the water downstream staying clear of the stagnant water and rationing the last few drops of water like some kind of Nazis!
Just as we were starting to give up hope we saw people in the distance smoking pot and leaping off a 40ft waterfall...and next to them the tarzan swing and the real path (with real steps!) that we should have taken!
After cursing the american couple we made our way back to the village with our clothes covered in mud, ignoring the strange looks from the locals!
Moral of the story...dont trust americans! (Apart from Annie...we trust her!)
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