A Trip to San Isidro

The girl who tries to grab my bag is young and on the back of a motorbike. She says "give me your bag". This is on the way back from the beach.

The way to the beach is past 57 Yacht Clubs. Their beaches must be nice. The one we go to is tiny and full of rubbish. We can hardly see the sand for all the plastic bags. Still there are hundreds of people. They are doing barbecues and sitting on motorbikes amongst all the plastic.

The sea is warm and unrefreshing. The sun is invisible because of the humidity and the pollution. Only the young kids swim.

The people have dark skin and have come in big groups or families in old American Dodge pickups.

The motorbike thieves wait for us ahead. A family comes and we walk with them. We feel safer when we cross the railway lines on the way back to the centre.

The American girls on the train don´t have any mosquito bites. Maybe this is because they are very tanned. They are the only ones sitting on the floor. They are wearing tie-dyed clothes and are holding hands.

We are very hungry and our legs ache. It is cold. This is a good thing. We find out that Fugazza means with onion. We eat more cheese than in a week at home.

I can´t sleep or breathe because of the heat. I use a wet towel as a blanket.

In the end I have learnt two things: One, don´t cross the railway lines in San Isidro. Two, Europeans who think that being too hot is better than being too cold don´t know what they are talking about.