We were on the road again. I was fixing my jandal when Paula found us a ride.Her first ride in Latin America. They were going South. So did we. We got in the back of the pickup and off we were to either Jama or Canoa. We stopped in Jama because the people giving us a ride stopped to eat but we decided to keep going until Canoa. "You'll find a lot of your relatives there" one person said refering to all the backpackers that go there. Canoa is like Monterrico, I think. Only perhaps much more developed and with more than one street paved. They don't have a firestation and in the police station they told us that they couldn't take us in because they were recovering from a dengue outbreak. The policeman told us that in San Vicente they have a firestation so we hitched there. Indeed there is a firestation but the firemen gave us all bullshit excuses to NOT let us stay there. We tried the Catholic church. I though it's in their philosphy to help people in need no? We were in need for a place to spend the night. We asked and were told to wait for the priest. He was in Canoa... We asked him and not very convinced said he will try. He was looking for a guy with all the keys. In the end this guy and a Portuguese speaking nun told us that we could sleep in one of the catechesis rooms that hadn't been used for months. They even gave us a mattress!!
