The main town here is called Puerto
Galero and has nothing going for it. It's a couple of hot dusty
streets crammed with tricycles and lined with shops selling the same
stuff. We bought sun block in a stiflingly hot supermarket from a
surly sales assistant. If I had to work in that heat all day I think
I'd be a misery guts too. There was a bar on the corner which we
considered stopping in, but the only clientèle were 3 skinny
60-something foreign guys with deep tans, bare chests and tattoos. We
had read that there are a few foreign alcoholic retirees living in
the town. I guess we had found them. We didn't hang around.
The best part of the trip to Puerto was
the tricycle ride as a lot of it was free-wheeling down hills.
Absolutely terrifying but kinda fun. On both the outward and return
journeys, the drivers first stopped for petrol and just put a few
pesos worth in (asking us for part of the fare in advance). That's
hand to mouth for you.
The main town here is called Puerto
Galero and has nothing going for it. It's a couple of hot dusty
streets crammed with tricycles and lined with shops selling the same
stuff. We bought sun block in a stiflingly hot supermarket from a
surly sales assistant. If I had to work in that heat all day I think
I'd be a misery guts too. There was a bar on the corner which we
considered stopping in, but the only clientèle were 3 skinny
60-something foreign guys with deep tans, bare chests and tattoos. We
had read that there are a few foreign alcoholic retirees living in
the town. I guess we had found them. We didn't hang around.
The best part of the trip to Puerto was
the tricycle ride as a lot of it was free-wheeling down hills.
Absolutely terrifying but kinda fun. On both the outward and return
journeys, the drivers first stopped for petrol and just put a few
pesos worth in (asking us for part of the fare in advance). That's
hand to mouth for you.
