Awesome. Basically, people come here to swim around in secluded jungle lakes and layered waterfalls - really is quite special. The hostel here was pretty sweet and the atmosphere wholesome. It's like what you imagine an American camp to be like: cabins (named after small forest creatures) on a sloping hill, with a little stream at the bottom. The bar/restaurant was set up exactly like a camp hall; the space was mostly taken up by these long, long tables with benches - which had a western buffet every night... wtf is the point. Actually, really reminded me of school-trips, except now you have hair on your d*** and want to play with it -and the girls- more than a football (we were so naive back then). I guess the only bad thing to happen here was this situation with these two women. Well, the story goes: me and Steve put in loads of ground work with this pair of canada gash, and we were getting good signals - only problem was they were so boring i wanted to scratch out my eyes then kick them in there's; at one point was considering if rape would be justified. The rest of the group were about to go, and asked if we were coming - me and my boi really didn't want to be stuck there with these grey, grey women, so we left (mid-conversation, didn't even say bye). Frustratingly, next day we spoke to two guys we knew, they said, that after we left they went and spoke to those girls and stole our kill (ragged them)! Ah, fair enough, they did what we couldn't - bear their inane prattling. They did however, mention how f***ing s*** they were, but i guess they just wanted it more than us; getting with those women was a battle of attrition, one we couldn't win - with our sanity (or contents of my newly-aquired date-rape drug bottle) intact at least.