So we didn´t get the first bus we wanted to puerto, but instead had to wait a couple of hours which was all good as we got to see the zocolo (square) in Oaxaca without the protesting teachers that were there the days before...

...the bus ride was fairly hectic. Mexico roads have a ways to come.... a 200km journey took 7 hours! the whole way there were either speed bumps (tope) or an extremely winding road!!!  oh well... we made it in the end...

we had already arranged to stay at a friends hostel of the last hostel we stayed at (does that make sense?).... which is pretty cool. there is a pool, big rooms, and a pretty good vibe. WE met some aussie guys and english girls all staying at the same hostel, and had an evening filled with scrabble and cards... quite fun!

the next day we explored puerto..... headed to zicatela for a bit to eat. food was mediocre, but the surf was massive! heavy, heavy 8ft wave. only one person out surfing, more just on body boards... still getting smashed though. Then we headed to playa carrazalillo.... a neat little cove, lined with little huts... there was no-one there when we arrived at midday... but soon filled up about 2pm... it seems people really do like to sleep in around here!

we rented some surfboards, and for the most of the time, did nothing but float around on them.... waiting.... waiting.... for the sets to come through. when they came, it wasn´t a bad wave. Was a bit dissapointed in myself when i got seriously burnt.... not cool. sshouldn´t have floated in the water for so damn long!!! it´s just such a nice temp!!!!

that night we headed down to zicatela for some sheisha (yuk), and a bite to eat..... it was here that i was to get a harsh lesson in consuming in mexico... the next day, was feeling a little crook... but in the afternoon, it really set in. Montezuma´s revenge got me a beauty!!! so that led toa quiet night, and still feeling a little crook.

will take it easy today and tomorrow, before heading down to zipolite.... another small beach down an hour down the road!!!!

This place was literally empty when we arrived - due to the previously mentioned lag in tourism. The innkeeper, Manfred, is a super friendly Deutschland ex-pat, who gave us our pick of the house for an amazing price. We basically had the entire hotel to ourselves. Manfred would bump amazing blue note jazz in the morning and serve us coffee and fruit, and we'd either hire a cab for a five minute drive to Zicatela Beach, the town's main strip and surf spot, or walk across the street to a more secluded Carizalillo Beach, with friendlier surf and local flavor. The bungalow where we stayed had an outdoor kitchen and hammock on the patio to lounge and read a book or snooze in the middle of a lush garden. This place is really a hidden gem, for as long as it's been a favored surf destination, I'm surprised how it's managed to slip under the radar for this long.

see guadalajarra blog for details.

See blog #1, Chilango Style for details.

Day 1 in Puerto Escondido didn't start until late afternoon.  Our early morning trip from Oaxaca took 6 grueling hours to wend its way through the mountainous interior.  I was in pain nearly the whole way and just outside of Oaxaca I had to ask the driver to stop because I thought I was going to vomit.  Luckily I avoided it, but the vertiginous switchbacks on the steep mountain faces didn't help my condition one bit.  We stopped after about 3 hours in the middle of nowhere.  Really, I have never felt so isolated in all my life.  It was a two-dog and one-donkey ramshackle place and there were a couple comedors dishing up food for lunch.  I had a soda and seemed to feel better.  The meat they were pulling out of black plastic bags and hanging over wooden poles didn't tempt me...geez, I wonder why?  At that point I didn't want another meal until I got out of Mexico.  Finally, after what seemed an eternity on the bus I glimpsed a bit of blue in the distance and we pulled into Puerto Escondido, site of the 3rd best surfing in the world. 

After getting our bearings and hailing a taxi to take us to the surfing beach, Zicatela, we found a nice hotel next to the sand and settled in.  Jerry had something to eat, like a fish taco, and I had a soup that was supposed to be just broth but ended up being a mountain of vegetables with chicken and rice.  I think I was on the way to recovery.  We headed to the beach for a bit and then took a walk down the street to check things out.  Not a very eventful night as both of us were still a bit sore from our ordeal.  I had a mosquito net but Jerry did without.  Noticeably more mosquitos than in Oaxaca and I was a bit worried about malaria, although the guy at our hostel in Oaxaca assured us that malaria wasn't prevalent in Oaxaca or Puerto Escondido, but maybe further south going towards Central America there was more chance.  So that helped ease my fears.

Next day we both felt much better and I got a hearty breakfast and then hit the beach.  We were going to rent some chairs but the price seemed a bit steep so we just lounged on blankets and got into the very warm, very salty water.  The undertow there is pretty strong and I stayed nearer to the beach.  Jerry ventured out further and seemed to enjoy battling the fast-breaking waves.    While lounging there I looked up and a Mexican guy that had talked to me for a bit up in the ruins of Monte Alban near Oaxaca was standing there waving to me.  What a coincedence!  I went over and we ended up talking for quite a long time, and in Spanish too.  My longest Spanish conversation yet.  He seemed to be a really great guy and we enjoyed talking so I invited him to dinner with us.  After a few hours on the beach under the blazing sun I started to notice that I had gotten quite red so I headed in.  We met Enrique later on and went to a restaurant on the other side of town where we could look out over the water in the cove as we ate.  We had the chef grill us a whole fish and we started with some salads and Jerry with a really spicy raw shrimp bathed in habanero juices.  Enrique warned him and so did the chef but Jerry was all about it.   In fact, as fiery as it was, it was delicious.  The burning was on the lips and tongue but then it passed.  It really was terrific, as was our fish.  We talked about many things...Enrique's family, travels, Mexico, politics, life..the usual things and we didn't tire of conversation for a long time.  We decided to have a nightcap at a bar nearby and though it was loud it was fun.  I ended up talking to some Finnish girls who were shocked I knew where Finland was.  They told me they just say Germany because no one in Mexico seems to know about Finland!  Another girl was starved for conversation.  She was from Toronto and was there with her boyfriend to help build some cabanas and then sell them.  She had been there for a month and was lamenting that her library was unaccesible and she was dying to read something and have English conversation.  We were having a great chat when her boyfriend came up and said it was time to go.  He was Spanish and Enrique told me he saw him getting jealous as we were talking.  It was a harmless conversation but I guess he didn't know that.  We walked back and called it a night, but not before sampling some of the great cultural export from America known as Jackass that was playing on the bar screens.  Ahhh...what they must think of us!

All better!  What a relief to be well again.  Jerry and I had decided to get up early to see the fisherman coming in from the ocean with their catch.  Jerry had gotten there the day before after they were already finished and wanted to see the whole thing.  So we took a nice walk to the other beach and sure enough, the boats were coming in.  I got a few short videos and some nice pictures of it.  The women were there to help clean the fish and there was a spot where they were mending nets.  Then the men partook of some well-deserved Coronas.  A very picturesque scene all in all.  We continued around to a path that meandered up and down and around the coast past the town and beachfront.  I also got some very nice photos from our walk, but as the sun rose higher and higher it got extremely warm and we had to stop in a couple places to catch our breath and wipe the sweat off our foreheads.  But the views were superb and everything seemed so full of life and color in the strong sun. 

Unfortunately, we had a plane to catch and there was only time to hit the internet cafe, enjoy a lunch on the beach of hamburger and pizza and cerveza before taking one last stroll, catch the last of the surfers trying to ride the "angry waves" (3rd best surfing in the world overall, but #1 for the speed of the waves), and then pack up our things for a ride to the airport to get to Mexico City.  We'd found a flight that seemed worth the $180 as opposed to a 13 hour bus ride.  On the way I made my first Spanish joke to the taxi driver.  I said that it wasn't "Puerto Escondido" anymore (Hidden Port), but rather "Puerto Descubierto" (Discovered Port).  He laughed and I felt proud of my rapidly developing Spanish skills.

We landed in Mexico City or "Distrito Federal" to dark clouds and rain.  Jerry had been reading in the Let's Go Mexico book about the climate there and apparently we were coming in smack dab in the middle of the rainy season.  It is supposed to rain for a few hours every afternoon to early evening almost every day.  The immensity of the city at 20 million people can take your breath away, especially seen from the air.  It seems to stretch out to infinity in every direction, only hemmed in by the surrounding hills, but even there the sprawl spills and crawls up the slopes of the hills.  It's truly a site to behold, the immensity of humanity in that mega-city.   We shared a car ride with a Polish couple to the hostel in the center and as soon as we got there I discovered that a bus was leaving for Mexican wrestling.  I had a minute to decide if I wanted to go and it didn't take more than a moment to realize that I couldn't miss out on an authentic "Lucha Libre" masked Mexican wrestling evening!  I apologized to Jerry for running out but he understood that it was a not-to-miss opportunity and anyway he was tired and said he'd hang out in the hostel bar.

Our driver was wearing a mask himself and our guide was a very excitable Mexican fellow.  We weren't allowed to bring cameras and I was envious of those that had camera phones.  I would have loved to have captured the atmosphere.  In the end, it was something like a WWF match I would imagine, although with the addition of masks and names such as "Rey Misterioso" and "Mistico" and "Il Tiburon".  There was the usual 16 man last-man standing rumble and a fight between some pretty tough ladies (not in masks).  We had our own personal waiter bringing coronas and tortas (sandwiches).  Lots of laughs and fun and such an experience!  Included in the price of the trip was a stop off at the sister hostel of the one where I was staying for a free shot of Mezcal.  Well, I didn't know that a shot meant having it poured straight from the bottle into your mouth.  After 2 of those and some beers, in addition to the Coronas consumed at the match, it was enough for me.  Bed was calling...

It was the longest bit of our journey...the way from Chiapa de Corzo to Puerto Escondidos!

We actually wanted to drive till Puerto Anchel and then read about this place called Puerto Vallerta which was supposed to be the new holiday paradies...so we wanted to stay there...ohh i couldnt wait for a 5* bed and a calm night!!!:P

Well jeah finally fining it we stopped at several hotels..either they were booked out or they cost 500$ for a night!!! great we thought and left Puerto Vallerta and drove feather to Puerto Anchel where my bro saw a hotel in the guide!...ha ha...jeah jeah...it was called a nature pure hotel and sure we didnt find it...somehow we it became darker and darker and in the end we've had no idea where we were!
We asked several ppl for the way to Nazunte and also find it..but where was that great hotel??????
first we stopped for some dinner and actually realiesed that we endet up in surfers paradise...rastas welcome!!!:P
after driving up a hill and passing the cemetery we thought that this couldnt be it...our car wasnt the happiest anymore! So we went back ontu the main road and drove an other (very long seeming) 70km to Puerto Escondidos..the road was full with those silly Topes and it was very hard to drive in the dark!

After an other hour surching the hotel in Puerto Escondidos we finally well into bed at mitnight!!!...waking up the next morning was a surprising thing...we where right at the beach! HA...:D jepiii!

BUS JOURNEY

18 hours on a bus. Ill warn anyone planning on doing this to take food along as there are no stops to get something to eat!! The air-con is also pretty powerful so take warm clothes.

Our first driver dropped off his 3 mates before we could set off and he took us into total ghetto Mexico which was pretty scary stuff. He then proceeded to overtake on blind corners, use his mobile and generally not pay attention.

Second driver was a speed freak, and to the sound of his pumping Mexican tunes we swerved around corners with cliffs either side, and I just had to close my eyes and hope for the best. Quite an experience!

PUERTO ESCONDIDO

Arrived around 11:30am. It was a bit cloudy and we had not slept more than an hour each so were tired. Checked into our hotel which is stunning!! (7.50 a night) It has 2 beds, a kitchen, and a balcony with views of the sea, hammocks and couches. Very cool. Ill add all my photos at a later date as im rushing this so I can go surfing!!

We were really tired but forced ourselves to find a surf instructor. It cost us 20 quit for 2 hours and we each got a teacher. They took us to the beach for beginners which is beautiful: in a cove, blue sea, white sand, tons of stunning people.

We got taught how to get into a standing position a total of two times and then it was into the sea! We got out there and I could have just lay on the board in the sun all day but suddenly my instructor got exctited ´Start to paddle man, its your wave!´I paddled like fuck and nothing happened, then suddenly it was like being shot out of a cannon and I was up and surfing. It is the best experience, like harnassing mother nature. Bend was up on his second try and we spent 2 hour just surfing!

Aftrewards out instructors took us to the ´vip´area. Basically above the bars where they offered to share a joint with us which we kindly refused as we were already nackered. They took us back in their car after the joint, but not before they got a beer. Hey, its a long drive ,haha.

We were wiped out so just had something to eat on the beach and went to sleep.

2ND DAY

Woke up early and after breakfast we wanted to get straight to the beach and surf. We hired 2 boards which we got to the beach hanging out the window of a taxi.

Once there we soon realised we got boards which were way too small and pretty useless to us. We tried anyway and I caught a wave perfectly and was just getting up when an idiot surfed right infront of me! I had to bail and grab my board(which we were told never to do) or it would have taken his head off. Im in the water, caughing on salt and shit and then bang! The fin of my board smacked my arm. I didnt think anything of it until I was back on the beach. It was so swolen I actually freaked out and thought about going to the hospital...but nah! Tried to surf again but my arm was only strong enough to paddle out once so we headed back to the beach and when the sea got really rough we went in and started letting the waves knock us about which was amazing fun!

Back in our hotel...we are severely burned and my arm is killing, haha. We went out for somethin to eat and then to bed. I decided to go to doctor if my arm got any worse!

3RD DAY

Arm is slightly better but no surfing for me today! We went to supermarket which was weird as half of the shelves were empty! Just lay about in hammocks all day reading, listening to music and drinking ice cold beer. Went out at night but it was pretty quiet so headed home about 12. Bend walked into a metal pole which looked sore but was hillarious.

4TH DAY

Its stunning again! We hired bigger boards today and hit the beach. Surfed all day and were the last people to leave the beach. Tomorrow we need to find another hotel which sucks as our one is so good. We made ourselves dinner, not judging the portions very well and ended up with a mountain of food which we couldnt finish!

5TH DAY

Guess what?? Stunning day again! We found another hottel which is right on the beach, 12.50 a night. Hired our boards for a further 2 days so gonna go surf again. Neither of us wanna leave here but suppose we had better look at bus tickets too. We also need to sort flights for when we get to Cancun so we can get to Lima.

Ended up going 'shopping' which was us looking in 2 shops then deciding to hit the bar for a well earned beer. We started in Casa Babalon and me and bend had some drunken games of jenga. We were geting into a political debate-as you do when your drunk- and were saved when 3 Australian girls oined our table. We got pretty wasted and went to a club which was really quiet but has the potential to be amazing when busy. It was open aired, ust a bar, couches around the beach and huge speakers.

6TH DAY

Wake up, Bend spews, surprise surprise, haha. It is cloudy today which is a relief to be honest as we feel pretty rough. Get shouted at in Spanish by some midget woman when we slept way way past check-out time (wait till she finds out we took the couch onto our balcony and it got saked when there was a tropical storm!), then headed to the beach.

By the time we got to the bus station Bend was still being sick! Thats like 19 hours after he stopped drinking!

We arrived in the morning after quite a comfortable bus ride.

After some haggling with the taxi drivers I managed to reduce what they initially tried to tell me would be a 3 hour trip acoss town to an agreed 30 to 40 pesos which then became 20 pesos and a 5 min trip once I got hold of the charge sheet in the taxi.

We're staying with a very friendly family but are hitting a serious language barrier which is frustrating since it is so difficult to communicate.

Money goes a long way here, especially if you stay away from the touristy stuff. The food is amazing, especially sitting watching the huge waves on the Zicatela beach! The city is amazing and the people are great. Not too many people speak English. But overall I love this city!

I grabbed the night bus going  from some mexican border town and about 8 hours later, i woke up as we arrived to Puerto Escondido.  Puerto Escondido is a quiet pacific beach down with pretty good beaches which are frequented by surfers because of the gigantic waves.  I made my way to my hostel.. a place called the Mayflower Hotel and picked out a bed in a dorm room.  my roommates were a group of Austrian friends that had just arrived from the yucatan after being evacuted from the area because of Dean.  they realized i was by myself and quickly invited me to go to the beach with them.  over my next few days in Puerto Escondido, i hung out with them quite a bit and never had to feel lonely. 

Not much to say about my time in Puerto Escondido other than i spent a lot of time at the beach and i ate loads of mexican food.  on my last night i caught a movie at the smallest movie theater i have ever seen.  there was one movie playing and only 14 people could fit in the small but air-conditioned screening room. 

the next day, before heading to the bus station, i had a sort of farewell dinner with the friends i had made from the hostel.  then i hopped on the bus going to my last destination in latin america.. Mexico City.  

HOla todos  nuevamente!!!
hacia unos dias que los teniamos abandonados, pero es que estabamos en
lugres que ni siquiera figuran en el mapa.
Lo primero que hicimos despues de acapulco, fue Puerto Escondido.
Viajamos por la estrella blanca, empresa que Odiamos, sacamos boleto en
primera, osea, aire, tele, baño. Viajamos en uno de esos bondis que iban a
mar del plata en 1970, atras de todo, en el asiento de 5, arriba del motor y
sin poder reclinar el asiento pa dormir. viajamos toda la noche, tamy durmio
como pudo, gaby.. solo se movia y putiaba a los 4 vientos, un mazacote de
carne se movia al lado de tamy constantemente y el aroma ediondo eterno no
desaparecia. Lindo viaje.
Pero por fin llegamos a puerto a eso de las 6 de la mañana. apenas llegamos
conocimos a una pareja de argentinos muy, muy copada. Alquilamos en puerto
E. unas cabañas impresionantes, sobre la playa, rodeadas de palmeras. Habia
6 cabañas arena y mar solamente (Y MUCHOS BICHOS INCLUSIVE RATAS(TAMY)
LAUCHITAS (GABY)). el dueño, Un frances re copado. Ahi conocimos gente de
todo el mundo, yanquis (gaby chateo en vivo en ingles indigena) unos
mexicanos etc etc. ahi nos quedamos una noche y cenamos todos juntos,
charlando como podiamos (obviamente en la playa). Hicimos todos una fogata y
unos mexicanos pelaron bongoes, y como tienen una banda de percusion de
musica africana, nos deleitaron con sus ritmos, todos los seguian como
podian con instrumentos raros, el mas raro fue el del porteño, un termo
irrompible de metal y un tenedor.
Al otro dia al medio dia ya partimos para Mazunte, una playa mas desierta
todavia. es el punto mas al sur en mexico. Alli nos encontramos con una
pareja amiga de los chicos que conocimos y nos pasamos dos dias todos juntos
. Recorrimos por esa zona unas playas muy grandes y desiertas, salvo por los
nudistas que se pasean y juegan al freesbe en bolas- Alli nos heospedamos en
una cabanas co vista desde la montaña hacia el mar.. hermosoooo!! las tres
parejas en la misma.}
Hoy, por suerte, ya llegamos a Huatulco, dormimos en una cama normal con
aire y tv por 20 dolares.
A lucia y ale, los dejamos anoche en Pochutla, ellos fueron para chiapas y
nosotros seguimos con ale y oscar (la 1 pareja que conocimos) hasta
palenque.
La pareja de chicos que conocimos en acapulco se fue por el inodoro y
quedaron alla. no sabemos mas nada de ellos.
y bueno. aca estamos a punto de conocer huatulco. es como acapulco pero mas
chico.

Bueno, estamos de lo mas bien, curtidos por el sol, ya ni protector hace
falta y ya somos unos mexicanos mas.
Seguimos en contacto, como siempre un beso para todos.
Nosotros.

Ok, we haven't written anything for a while partly due to us being lazy and partly due to there being little to tell, but here goes.

Before we started at the orphanage, we were spending pretty much every day at the beach with a guy we met called Justin from holland. We spent the majority of our time at the beach doing two things. Firstly we would spend hours attempting to body check waves, which would literally smash us all over the place to the amusement of Angela and everyone else on the beach. Secondly, we would discuss our new gang that we had started. Angela refused to be impressed by our gang but I could tell secretly that she wanted to be in it. Unfortunately, Puerto Escondido almost has as many Germans as Mexicans in it including one German volunteer at the orphange who is not only one of the ugliest people I have ever seen but also seems to be the devil!!! Anyway there was one German who stood out from the crowd. This wiry, hairy man insisted on wearing trunks all day every day. He became a legend in the hostal and although none of us ever spoke to him, he was given the tag of 'The Hoff' and was immediately made the leader of our gang. Me, Ange and Justin didn't stop laughing for about an hour whilst watching him attempting to surf, it took him about an hour just to get out to where the waves were and then he kept trying to stand up when there wasn't a wave. You kind of had to be there but I assure you it was a brilliant scene.

At the orphanage, we have still continued to paint every minute we are there but we have started to bond with the children and they are all really sweet. On Monday a five day old baby was brought to the orphange as it had been abandoned in a bar at midnight the previous night. It was tiny but incredibly beautiful and we couldn'tstop staring at it. He had no name and my suggestion to call it Jim Jnr seemed to fall on deaf ears. Unfortunately the next day he had left so I was unable to get a picture, but I find it unbelievable that someone can just leave a baby like that in a bar. My sister Kate, looked like a clingon from Star Trek when she was born so I could have understood her being left somewhere, but such is life, my parents decidfed to keep her. The last couple of days I have had my camera with me at work and a lot of the photos on this site were taken by the kids. They love the camera and my iPod and two of them spent a while listening to 'teach yourself spanish' on it and found it very funny.  They are really fun and today we actually took a break and played games and football with them, I have started to teach a couple of the young ones the Jimmy Masters Powershot, but they're going to have to train very hard. We had not heard the smallest boy Jose speak in over two weeks until yesterday, but he has started to open up´and loves to play games although he still won't let us take his picture. I know it's bad to have a favourite kid, but both of us adore an eleven year old lad called Nico, who is one of the funniest people I have ever met. He always looks mischievious and loves to mess about. He continues to speak to us in Spanish as quickly as possible knowing full well that I can't understand him although Angela does a good job of translating most of the time. It is weird that although I don't particurly enjoy painting and not getting paid for it, I will be sad to leave and I will miss all of the kids and I am sure that Angie feels the same way.

Everyday when we finish work we go to the shop and then make ourselves chorizo, cheese, avocado and tomato sandwiches, which are amazing and then we spend our afternoons either by the pool or having a siesta. In the evenings we always go out for a meal and have become regulars at an Italian restaurant with a really good chef, who always makes us little freebies, like free fish soup last night which was superb.

Hola

Its been a while since we last let anyone know what we have been up to and this time there is quite a lot to tell so I am sorry if any of this bores you.

After spending most of our time on the beach for the first week of our trip we decided to go on an hour long boat trip with four girls we met to see turtles and possibly some dolphins. This of course was not cheap and we had to part with 250 pence each! Anyway it wasn't long before we sighted a group of 3 or 4 dolphins and caught up with them. At this point our guide Roberto said that we could swim with the dolphins and just to jump in. Myself and another girl peeled off our t shirts and within 10 seconds we had lowered ourselves into the water. Unfortunately, dolphins are quite quick and we had to then clamber back out of the water as they were now about 200 meters away. Back on the boat we were soon catching the dolphins again and the opening scenes from Baywatch were going through my mind...this time I would be ready! When we got right next to the dolphins, I dived just like The Hoff himself and glided into the water! However, it transpires that my dive was maybe not as smooth as I had maybe thought and my impact with the water had scared the dolphins away. From then on I watched the dolphins with Angie from inside the boat. We also saw huge Sea Turtles and a small boy on the boat called Chico quite impressively jumped in the water and brought one close to us so that we could see it properly. Back from our trip we decided to go into town with a couple of people we met at our hostel and taste the local tequilla. I just about made it into our room at 5 the next morning feeling a little worse for wear, but then what do you expect when you're paying about 1.50 for a shot far bigger than a british double (Some were served in wine glasses).

On thursday we spent 13 hours on a bus overnight to a city called San Cristobal which is very different from the place we are staying. We went there for the Mexican Independance Day Festival but unfortunately both of us began to get ill whilst walking around the millions of market stalls which Angie loved of course! This illness did ruin our trip and the festival a bit for us and I have only just eaten for the first time since friday morning, which anyone who knows me will know meant that I was pretty close to death. By the way we are both just about feeling better now, touch wood.

On monday morning, both of us feeling weak, hungry, sick and dehydrated we made our way to the orphanage terrified due to our lack of Spanish and their lack of English. When we arrived we were made to relax and were greeted warmly by the owners who reacted fantastically to the mass of gifts we had brought for the kids. We then spent the rest of the day getting to know the kids and playing lots of fun games with them before they grouped around us to say goodbye for the day. How lovely, although this is a lie, we actually were met and greeted within about 5 minutes with little appreciation for the presents we brought. We were not even introduced to the children but were given heavy paint rollers and made to paint a white wall white for the rest of the day with very little contact from anyone. Today, with their trust gained we did the same until our arms could no longer move and with even less human contact! We look forward to tomorrows fun and games.

Even with this latest series of events we are still both having a great time and are more than happy to be here.

Ah, the Blue Station. Who could have guessed that a few shots of mezcal with the owner of the bar would lead to a job offer that would look stellar on any resume? haha. This bar has it all- cheap drinks, good music (ok, decent music...ok, a bit below average music), naked women painted in florescent colors on the bathroom stalls (the work of a true artist, no doubt), a "beer bong challenge", constant salsa dancing, a game called Cubierta in which the loser has to eat a scorpion, a theme night entitled "horny monday" (which, for the record, we did NOT allow to occur while we were working there), surfing videos (my favorite was called "Faces of Death, VolumeII"), and a group of wonderful, funny, and welcoming people that work there. Well, work is kind of a relative term at the Blue Station. But we were all technically "employed" at the Blue Station and loved every minute of it.