After the bus ride from hell we settled into the hostel mayflower for what was meant to be two nights. Grotty as the town was it had the most beautiful beach with excellent chill out bars. As a result the two nights turned into seven without being noticed. I could have stayed forever but managed to drag myself away eventually.
A typical day there involved getting up around eleven and hitting lizas bar on the beach as they had shades. In order to sit under their shades it was courtesy to buy a drink. This is how the one a day piña colada habit kicked off! Lizas was a great launch point for getting pummelled in the waves, surfing and bodyboarding. Sadly my strong point was getting pummelled.
There's really not much else I can say about Escondido. It felt like a proper holiday spent with great new friends at the hostel. Even now, two weeks later, I'm having to convince myself not to go back.
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