February 3rd, 2007 After two nights in the party environment within the village of Montanita, we decided to head to the North End of town, also known as The Point, in search of sleep. The music boomed well into the wee hours of the morning, causing us to stay up late and wake up late. Each morning we woke up and there were new tents, almost as if they had been breeding, just to the left of our place in an open area of sand. As we walked by the tents, towards the beach, the smell of strong weed permeated from the tents. I am positive we would have found at least a half a dozen sleeping bodies on the beach at 8a, if we were up that early. We gravitated towards our room each night a little after 11p where I wrote and Marc read. Two nights of this was enough.
We made the one mile trek, fully loaded with our packs, along the beach at low tide to The Point, a place that was supposedly discovered by a California surfer 25 years ago, and found a new place to stay, La Casa del Sol. The place costs more than our last place; however, how much are you willing to pay for sleep, air conditioning and an overall better environment?
The two places, the village and The Point, are as different as oil and water, one chaotic and crazy with signs that say, “drogas prohibidad” the other calm and peaceful with people here just to surf and enjoy the ocean. The people from The Point do go to party in the village, but when they are
tired they can come back to the peaceful, calm Point for a nice evening of rest and relaxation. The main focus of the clientele is to catch the waves morning, noon, and night.The Manager of the place we are staying, Greg, is an American from D.C. currently living part time in Ecuador and the other part of the time in Indonesia. Basically, he follows the surf, and when the surf is flat, as he calls it, he manages hotels and has other things to do such as varnish doors, fix the cleaning process, and build out a real kitchen with a chef that puts out the quality food his clientele is looking for. Greg appears to be in his mid-to-late 30s, about 6’1” and 165, with a shaved head, he is a lean, mean surfing machine. Greg’s passion for surfing, and the obsession expressed by others we met, makes us want to go out tomorrow morning and catch some waves. Who knows, maybe we will!
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