We arrive in the uber cool beach town of Montañita to begin our mini honeymoon. The streets are filled with Argentinean hippies doing street entertainment or selling home made things. None of them wear shoes and all greeting one another with the same stupid 'cool' handshake thing.

We booked into a hostel right on the beach with our own balcony and private hammock to relax.

We spend the 5 days lying on the beach, being stupidly in love, drinking very cheap tropical cocktails and going out for dinner. Its like one long date.

A constant entertainment for our eyes during the day on the beach were the hundreds of pelicans diving (fishing) into the water.

Montañita was nice but a little phony. It is sold as a cool surfers little village but the truth is that it is crowded with more surfers and hippies wannabes than genuine characters.

The night before we leave Montañita we go out for dinner as usual followed by a couple of drinks. We stumble across a venue with a live band and decide to have a tequila to get us in the mood. We end uprolling out of this venue at 6am sweaty and sore from dancing for 7 hours. There were a few bizarre/dodgy looking characters in that place.. most 'memorable' one was this tall lean black woman with blonde dreads covering her ass which we had previously seen walking on the street like if she was a super rock star or Naomi Campbell and who had scared the s*** out of everyone (we actually thought she was a tranny)..

The band was crap but it was nice finally going out in south america and not listening to the typical extremely loud and lousy latin/central american salsa/cumbia/popular crappy music.. (Waiver: this is personal taste, of course)

Finding a street vendor selling water at that time turns out to be impossible. Just as we thought we would die of dehydration, we struck gold (or water) and buy a few litres. We walk back across the beach to our hostel and put out heads down for 3 hrs after going for a swim in a veryyyy cold sea when Tomás actually went running out of the water to stop some passers by from nicking our clothes lying on the sand.

The taxi arrives on time to take us to Guayaquil - typical! We crawl into the car with one of the worst hangovers possible and our first as a married couple..

Farewell Montañita. Thanks for the happy memories.

The arrival at Guayaquil (from where we would take a flight to Buenos Aires - meeting the inlaws!) was quite bizarre.. Not sure what was more bizarre. If The taxi driver demanding that we gave him instructions on how exactly to get to the hotel (we didn't live there!) or the chaos of the city. A jungle of extreme loud car horns being honked for no apparent reason. Despite the traffic being completely stuck, drivers would honk nonstop.. unbelievable..

After arriving hungover, tired, thirsty and starving at the hotel, we walked a couple of blocks under an extreme hot sun and went into a shopping mall.. and then.. we found salvation.. heaven.. McDonalds!