Day 3. Miguel
I woke up very early. I was hoping that my friends might still be on my side of the island and we might have breakfast together. Unfortunately, because of the previous mentioned garbage collecting machine, they couldn’t sleep so they left for San Antonio very early. Yeah… unlike here, they have buses going from one side of the island to the other, around the clock. Every 15 minutes during the day and every hour after 11pm. So going back and forth was only a matter of 20 minutes by bus.
So I had to spend the day alone. It pretty much went the same as the day before. Sunbathing, waves, sleep in the afternoon and so on. Luckily I remembered bringing 2 books along with me, otherwise I might have fallen asleep on the beach and I wasn’t really looking forward to that. Who knows how badly my skin would have been burned!
The boys had tickets for Amnesia that night. As for myself, I am not really a fan of big clubs with thousands of people, but I thought I would make an exception that night. And since there was one really close by and every night there were really cool offers for tickets at the hotel, I bought one for myself. For Space. I mean, really, how could I ever return home and say that I didn’t go to any of the clubs?
In the evening, of course, I went again to Bora-bora. I liked it. Crowded, but not big, people interacted with each other a lot, perfect place for me 
. I saw there this really cute african girl… I actually stared at her for a while.
Maybe this would be a good time to discuss one of my favorite subjects… men. As we all realized quite soon after arrival, there were more boys than girls on the island. I know… sometimes I can be so lucky! There were quite a few nations present there. Spanish, italian, english, german, I think even some scandinavian fellows… There were a few german guys staying at my hotel. Saw them by the pool every day. They almost never smile! Sure, they are cute, but damn… we were on vacation, not in a military camp! And (as my previous experience already convinced me ), all the best ones were already taken! The english are not relevant for this particular day, since I will get in touch with them only later in the week. The italians looked really good, no doubt about it. Not all, but still… On the other side, some of them were so aware of their looks, that they practically showed it your face. A little too aggressive, if you ask me. It seemed like the italians and the spanish guys( which, on their part, were not bad looking, either), competed for the title of “who can whistle after / pick on the most girls on the beach/in the pub”. The spanish seemed to be divided into a few, quite distinct groups. The local and the tourists. The black guys ( no offense intended to anyone) will be present into the story later, although most of them were also local.
I think that half of the guys I met during this week, were locals. By locals, I mean people living and working there for the summer season. Well, they left me with a very, very bad impression. You met one, you met them all, I could say. Same pattern. They could barely speak any other language except spanish, so communication was pretty much out of the question. The only things they knew is to ask where you were from and propose a visit to a secluded beach/their car/their hotel room. Bleah! I actually got to the point when, upon hearing “Hi, I’m from Madrid, but work here most of the year”, I thought “Oh, no… not another one!”. One of them was almost… funny. He said “Hi. I’ve noticed you when you stepped on my toes (several times, I might add). Do you want to go to my room?” … No comment on how smart this sounds… Worst part is that they managed to give me a bad impression of the whole spanish male population…
By the time I got to the hotel, from Bora-bora, my feet were killing me! I thought long and hard if I really wanted to put myself through the pain of going to Space that evening, but in the end, I thought :”What the hell, I’m going!”. A piece of advice: never go on vacation with new shoes. They will kill you!
So I waited until around 2 (the perfect time to go to a club) and left for Space. I guess I’m not that young anymore, since nobody asked me for my ID at the entrance (although they did ask others). Shame! The first impression was a bit dissapointing. It wasn’t nearly as big as I thought it would be. I took a tour of the dance floor , picked a spot and remained there. Very soon I realised I was surrounded only by people younger than me. Much younger, I would’ve given them around 18-20 years. VERY, VERY frustrating! Soon, all my enthusiasm went down the drain. Luckily, at some point I saw a bunch of guys that seemed to be close to my age, so I managed to get closer to them. I had no other intentions (they looked spanish from a mile) , but at least I wouldn’t feel like grandma anymore… I can’t really remember how Miguel and I started talking. But it was a nice surprise that he spoke english quite well. And he was there on vacation ( yesss! ) with some friends. We danced for a while, then we went to get beer and look for a place to sit down, because I could feel my feet very close to falling off. As we circled the hallways in search of some chairs… what do you know! There was a door with a sign “The main room” … And it was not leading to the room I was in earlier! Imagine how stupid I felt? This room was huge and packet with people. If it weren’t for Miguel, I might have never known it even existed! After this, we left. I had to make a lot of effort to keep walking. Boy, did I wish I could just… sleep in the parking lot until my feet got better! I tricked Miguel to walk me back to the hotel. I had to take my shoes off and walked through the water, on the beach, to cool them a little. Since it was already morning, I understood why people are not crazy about sunrises here… you can’t see them. There’s always a bunch of clouds in the morning, so by the time you can actually see the sun, it’s already up in the sky.
It was already 7 in the morning, so I went to bed for my… one and a half hours of sleep…
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