A few of us from the hostel were planning on hitting up a couple nearby bars that night, and once we had a couple beers at El Corozal, a guy that came in that day from New York was really pushing a club he heard about along the Condado strip, which I really wasn’t all that enthused about, but we all agreed to.
He flagged down a taxi and we all went for $2.50 per person. We got out at a hotel that the particular bar he wanted to go to was supposed to be at, but the bouncer told us we were at the wrong place and a private function was going on and pointed us in the “right direction” to the actual club.
Despite there being several decent looking bars along the way, he was insistent on this dance club. So we wasted 40 minutes walking back and forth down the Condado Strip, and ended up back where we started and went in another door. All that and he didn’t even end up dancing, as there was no actual dance floor here.
After all that, I felt a shot was warranted, so I got a Medalla and a red headed slut, which came to 11 for the shot and 5 for the beer. Needless to say, I wasn’t to happy with the prices, considering I had been paying under $2 where we had been. Still, after a while I lightened up, and when the bar failed to close at 2, we stuck around until 3.
A bar across the street was still open as that club was emptying out, so we went over there and continued drinking until almost 5. By the time we got back to the hostel, I just fell asleep.
With everyone starting to get up groggy and hung over around 11, we opted to spend the day at the beach. I was not sure whether I should get going to Fajardo that day, but decided since it was Sunday, the publicos and buses may not be running often enough to chance it.
It took the 5 of us about 20 minutes to walk to a Condado beach. Other than it being my first time officially swimming in the ocean, nothing extraordinary happened most of the time. It was just a lazy day which resulted what end up being horrible sunburn on my legs which still hurt the next day and continued to get worse for the next few.
Nothing eventful really happened on the way back to the hostel or there later that night. I made the can of Chef Boyardee. Everyone was tired from swimming against the waves and the night before. There were just some random conversations, including Gavin pulling out his Street Spanish book and looking up some very offbeat and obscene Spanish phrase. Very fun and educational. I ended up going to sleep around 11 or 12.