I went for a short run, it was fabulous running among the palm lined streets, it felt like a scene from an American movie. Unlike an American movie I could barely walk the next day (Ah impetuous youth!). So we just walked on Sunday. In preparation for the Pico Bonito hike we had booked for Monday.
I decided that running at night would be bad with dozens of nervous machine gun operators hanging around the hotel.
Eventually I had a nice chat with Luis, his buddy and their weapons while they were guarding the beach. They reasured me that they had noticed me running around and were satisfied I was not a target. They even posed for pictures with me just for fun.
