Three things I did in Atacames by night:
- Drank coctails and listened to Winter recounting there series of painful and embarrasing punishments he received during his military service.
- Felt the warm waves tumble against me, and fought the urge to keep going further into the pitch black expanse of the Pacific.
- Stood helpless as Winter and Nicholas grappled with muggers on the street outside our hostal, and thanked the stars that the attackers were inexperienced kids with only a blunt handleless blade and pieces of broken road to throw, and that the guys only suffered superficial scratches.
We left Atacames the next day.
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