Blogs :: roof unknown
We found Flor de Cana one night in San Cristobal while hanging out with Karly. After having a few, seriously, only a few, we exited the hippie infested bar known as Le Revolucion, and arrived at our hostel only to find it locked with no response to the bell. We circled the block but there was no other entrance, until Jason and I both simultaneously had a bad idea: the roof.
Five minutes later, there is yelling from the neighbors who were now out on the street staring at Jason, who looks more than bewildered, standing on their loud tin roof. I've moved to the other side of the road, trying to act stupidly innocent and unaware thinking: "We've been in the country for less than a week, and my Spanish isn't good enough to get myself out of going to jail just yet".
Jason, after seeing the angry man and wife and believing another is coming up the backside with a shotgun, goes with flight rather than fight and makes a 10 foot leap in the air, grabs the 2nd story rooftop of the hostel building, and climbs up in seconds, nearly falling into the glass skylights as he bounds across the colonial rooftop.
Several minutes, in what felt like several more later, the wife is pounding on the wooden door to the hostel with a rock while her husband reenacts the roof jumping incident in a monkey-like fashion to the other neighbor, who has now joined us in the street. Eventually, the door opens with the hostel owner looking well past his bed time and I slip in closing the door quickly behind me saying not a word.
Coming up the stairs I find Jason, changed into his sleeping gear acting as though he's been awakened by all the noise himself. Smartly, he'd decided to leave me to do the fighting part by myself. I quickly changed and buried my head into the pillow as I hear the knocking return, apparently someone else wanted the last word.
San Cristobal, trouble, lodging, Mexico
Posted By:
Brendon
10/10/2008