It started raining last night. We sat and chatted with two Czechs from Canada. It was their last night here. Lenka was trying to gently turn down an amorous Cuban’s emailed invitation to Paris. She has a hearty laugh and a quick smile. Peter has worked in the oil industry in Canada for 4 years. His Czech and Canadian accent has me hang on his every word with quiet amusement. He wants to quit his job and travel, maybe, his voice says. His heart says yes through his sparkling droopy eyes.
Today, the Czechs have left for Flores. Actually, they went to Él Remate, but no one goes to Él Remate. I guess it fits since they arrived from Nebaj, no one comes from Nebaj. Sincere farewells were exchanged before their pack-laden backs went to find the shuttle bus.
Pelon returned last night and he seems excited as ever to be here. The only guests we have are three Israelis that have barely made an appearance. Max and Tommy may return today while Jill and I may leave tomorrow. The hostel will stay and, with luck, a few more guests will hang their hats.
Good writing, Martin.