Surfs up, duuuuude.

Another short bus ride south down the coast, and I found myself in the little surf town of Montañita. I did absolutely nothing here for two days but lay on the beach, eat, listen to great Reggae music and read my book in the hammock. In other words, it was amazing.

At times, Montañita felt a little weird like, "Wait, am I in California?" Tons of ex-pats, baggy board shorts, Roxy clothing, surf boards, and beach hippies. Oh, and lots of "rastas" too now that I think about it...

There was also a big party my last night in Montañita because it was the last night before "Lea Seca" (Dry Law). The big "votaccion" (voting) is taking place on Sunday, September 30 and the entire weekend before the voting the consumption of alcohol is prohibited.

Oh, and as always the consumption of drugs is prohibited! See sign above the door at the discoteca...

Please also notice the "I think I am a surfer dude" hand signals. They are very into the VIBE in montañita!
Some people that I hung out with in Puerto Lopez...see what I mean about the dreads!