Guayaquil, heckling street performs, and hole digging

I arrived in Guayaquil yesterday and met Elizabeth at the airport. When we got back to the hotel (cab ride oddly reminiscent of mario cart) she got us we discovered we were both famished and wandered out in search of a bite to eat. It was late and there wasn't going to be a lot of options. The large crowd down the street seemed a good start, so we wanderd over to see what was happening. Upon arriving at the edge of the crowd the street performer (street heckler perhaps is more telling) immediately sighted us as possible suckers for his donation pile. He discovered that we were american and Elizabeth and I served as the fodder for several following jokes to get his crowd rolling, hoping to embarass us into giving him money? Nothing like arriving in a foreign country and within the hour having a crowd of fifty people all looking at you and laughing. I considered it an honorable welcome. When his back and attention were turned we snuck away and were on our way to a meal.

The next morning we took a two hour plane ride to the galapagos. A couple busses and a ferry ride and we have arrived. Elizasbeth has been giddy like a three year old mexican girl on spicy candy. It's a big deal. As Elizabeth puts it, it's a pilgrimage to the biology holy land. On a not so holy note, or maybe more of a holy shit note, yesterday night she told me a tale of honor and malice, daring and deciet, the story of a surfer on a beach with seriously bad game. I'm passing the keyboard to her to fill you in...I was laying on the beach in Montañita enjoying a book and the company of a stray dog when an Ecuadorian surfer walked over and said "como estas?" I was unaware that answering him was an invitation for him to plop down stretched out inches from my face. He proceeded to dig a small hole to lay upon...I wasn't quite sure what he was doing but I would eventually find out. He proceeded to stare at my butt and tell me I had nice "curvas" and "piel" (curves and skin). I changed the subject and started teaching him a bit of english but he just kept staring longingly at my butt. I tried to get rid of him and ignore him but couldn't get him to leave until my friends came over. When he finally got up and left, my friend said "did that dude have a hard-on?" I then explained that he had dug a hole for it when he first laid down but I couldn't verify the reason until he finally left. We all had a huge laugh over it. We later discovered 4 boys laying chest down at the water's edge staring up at us...maybe they all had penis holes as well. Good times! We'll write more of our adventures later.