Day 9

This is a horse.

This is one horse in the sunset.

 We departed Montezuma today, and headed for Santa Teresa, a nearby surfing town.  The bus from Cobano (a travel hub in the peninsula we’re in) to St. Teresa was the slowest motorized vehicle I’ve ever traveled in. Children on tricycles flew past us as we slowly drove down the road.  After finally getting there, we found our hotel and settled in.  We relaxed for a bit we decided to take a long walk on the beach. Honestly, I don’t really like long walks on the beach.  Sand is a terrible surface to walk on, the scenery is repetitive, and you have to walk back exactly the way you came.
Several kilometers of walking later, we decided to head back to the hotel.  We turned around and started walking back (exactly the same way we had come of course), and suddenly we were practically knocked over by some dogs aggressively playing with each other.  There were three dogs in total, a Rhodesian Ridgeback (the first purebred, and also castrated dog I’ve seen here), a smaller, brown, energetic mutt, and an old black dog. I named them Rhody, Humper (he constantly humped Rhody), and Old Blackie (which sounds vaguely racist in retrospect).  They started following us, which we thought was kind of cute, but then they never stopped.  Kilometer after kilometer, down the beach, down the road, into a restaurant, they never stopped following us.
We sat down in a mostly empty soda.  Rhody and Humper started playing in between the tables.  Old Blackie had fallen behind kilometers ago, due to his feeble, old body. The owner/cook/waitress of the restaurant gave us our menus, and took our orders. Our food arrived and we began eating.  Humper was incessantly living up to his name, and my Mom began to theorize why.  She began loudly talking about how Rhody probably looked like a female to Humper even though he was male.  All this loud discussion of gender and apparent gender was making me uncomfortable because the soda owner was a very obvious transvestite, and I feared she would think we were talking about her/him.
We returned to our hotel, dogs in tow, and talked to the owner.  In about ten seconds he somehow managed to send the dogs off packing.  We rested and headed out to the beach again for sunset.  A group of horses was walking along the beach, which we happily photographed.  Luckily they didn’t decide to follow us home.

This is three horses in the sunset.