Blue Lagoon. VIPs in broom closet

We stayed in a village, where the party lasted until the eerie hours and those who left before that, drove home while sharing the party spirit left and right. So we were up several times during the night and took part of the after parties.

At 7:30 we sat at the breakfast table and at 8:40 were at the bus station to go to Boca Chica. We got elite tickets with the VIP written on them. Seats 81 and 82. When the bus had pulled up 30 minutes late and we started to climb the stairs, the assistant shouted something in Spanish at us, from which we realized that we probably need to put our backpacks in the locker under the stairs. Since there was also a woman sitting there, we didn't want to leave our bags there. The young man kept shouting at us. We chose random seats upstairs (because there were only about 40 seats, not 80+ as one might have thought). We finally figured out that there must be seats 81 and 82 somewhere too, because everyone else was looking for their seats by numbers, and we realized that our VIP tickets meant that we ourselves had to climb into the broom closet under the stairs and not just store our bags there. After crawling through the door about a meter high, a spacious room opened in front of us, about a meter wide, 1.40 high and filled mostly with a four-seater bench. Since it's the VIP area, our closet was also equipped with a table to rest our drinks on, and behind the seat was a long and narrow tank window. When the assistant started to close the door to our broom closet, I said that I would get a claustrophobic in this room if the door was closed, among other things. But there was a loo behind the door, and an open door would clearly have disturbed the rest of the passengers' emptying their bladders. In any case, 5 minutes later the assistant came again and said that he managed to find two free seats for us on the second floor. We moved among the common people.

In Boca Chica, our hotel is about a 10-minute walk from the main road, where the bus dropped us off, and during this short but entertaining walk, we were offered taxis about twelve times, various restaurants were advertised, and we were invited to stay in cheap hotels.

We left our bags at the hotel reception, because it was not yet time to check-in and took a short walk on the beach and then went to look for food. We chose a Venezuelan bistro and had arepas and cachapas.

We went swimming, hung out on the beach and by the pool. Scott took one more walk before dinner time and by this time the sales team had expanded their selection on the street and he was being offered women, cannabis, cocaine and anything else he could possibly want in addition to accommodation and taxis.

We had dinner in a restaurant called Trastevere and by 9:30pm we were fast asleep despite the party that was going on under our window.