A trapped dog and a flood

There have been more tourists in El Paredon. The Surf Camp and Surf House are full.

So I got a call from Rafa at Surf Camp – could I take 4 guests in my new home?

I’d only been moved in a week but hey, I need the cash  (I have spent my last cash on my new house) so let’s have a  look.

I have a hammock in the garden, a mattress on the floor, another hammock in the kitchen and they have a mattress so yep!

Three sweet girls and a guy from England show up, who bought a car in Guatemala City and are surfing at points all the way to Costa Rica. Nice. Hearing the UK accent , there is instant camaraderie and trust between us. And all goes fine, we are a bit on top of each other but we cook for each other, hang out, they do one of our mangrove tours and Josh even has agreed to come back for a couple of months from May to develop the ecotourism business.

All is good, until….I have to leave at 6am to go to Antigua to extend my visa. The last thing I say to my guests is ‘please check the house to make sure my dog Cusca is not hiding anywhere’ They leave and lock the door behind them.

I get back 2 days later. I hear water running inside the house. Oh god. I open the door and smell distressed dog smell. And the kitchen is flooded, the inside tap is on, there is mess everywhere, and dog mess too. But there is no dog.

I hear the story from Carla, who happened to be passing by on the day I left. The guests trapped Cusca in. She tried to jump over the wall, knocking over everything in sight and turning the tap on by mistake (or maybe on purpose – she was probably thirsty!) She was barking, whimpering. Carla heard her and hailed a guy who owed us a favour (he had thrown a firework at us one drunken night) to get her out. He reached over the wall and hauled her over the wall, soaking. The tap remained on until I returned.

So, the total of £15 I earned for 2 nights for 4 people was it worth it?! At least I learnt some lessons about hosting tourists and both Cusca and my kitchen got a good clean.


The Coconut House

the outside of my new house
the outside of my new house

I have a new home!

A house in El Paredon, bought with the insurance money I got from my bike accident in London. I wanted to spend it on something special. And I will have it forever. It needs a lot of work – mainly a big palm roof which I need to save up for and there is exposed concrete and wires everywhere but…

It is mine and my dream is to have family and friends come stay and hang out under my 6 healthy coconut trees with me. And slowly but surely it is looking beautiful – white paint does wonders.

And i bought an oven and a fridge / freezer which I haven’t had for 10 months. They have literally transformed my life. It feels very luxurious to have these, as only a few people in the village do and, as I didn’t have them for so long, I know it is possible to live without them. BUT

I have made coconut ice cream and have iced coffees and just made my first bread loaf and it is all damn exciting.

Kids come round most nights seeing what treats I’ve been making. They are very keen to climb coconut trees to transform them into something delicious.

The plan is to start selling food from the hatch in my room in the front. Pizza, fish cakes, licuados…see what happens.

And also paying guests can stay. Camp, stay in a hammock or a double room (eventually) and use the kitchen. Nowhere else in El Paredon offers a kitchen. I’ve already had guests..as my next post will talk about….

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