Up early next morning, already very hot, walked through the market full of fesh seafood stalls (no ice, just women waving a stick over the food in a vain attemp to keep the flys off) and found a mini bus out to Puerto Arisa. Got there, the town consists of one road running parallel with the beach and about a hundred run-down hotels along the beach. The town was deserted, it was about 11am and very hot and my first task was to find some accommodation. The first place I looked at was worst I had room I had ever seen in my life. The owner had too pull down a tarp that was covering the door. Inside was a soiled mattress in the corner, nothing else except a window without fly wire that opened out too over look a swamp that was home to about a million mozzies. Next I went to a hotel, they wanted 150, got them down to 120 (still relatively expensive when your used to paying 20 for a hostel bed), too hot to look anywhere else, so I took it. Went for a pleasant swim in the Pacific, warm water and a little bit of swell. Went for a walk along the beach, almost a kilometre of restaurants and bars on the beach, all basically empty with the exception of the families that run them. Apparently during the peak season the place is absolutely packed. That afternoon settled into a hammock on the beach with a couple of Sol’s and watch the sun come down, into a beautiful sunset.