***I know we’re a bit late on this post but better late than never?***
I think there is something wrong with us.
We knew we had to get from Medellin, Colombia to Montanita, Ecuador in one day and somehow we took a 22 hour travel period with no complaints. I think my patience is becoming a bit too good. Should I be worried about having a flat butt by the end of this due to the endless sitting? We’re getting damn good at it.
We did arrive a bit dirty and tired when we showed up to Stephanie of Twenty Something Travel and Mike of Art of Backpacking’s apartment rental in Montanita, Ecuador but we were all super excited about the next few days that were about to unfold. My liver was still recovering from some of the craziness of Medellin but I was willing to work with it.
First mission of the day: Find an effigy to burn. To bring in the new year and be done with the old, people burn effigies to signify the past. What better to be out with the old than burn a paper mache Barney.
Barney, you’re about to meet the fiery pits of hell.
Also, we did stuff explosives up his ass for further effect.
And we had roman candles in hand to make a makeshift firing squad.
Yes, this was going to be good.
New Years quickly approached and the energy of the house was buzzing. With massive $2.50 cocktails, we were warming up our night. Hell, if you tell the bartender that it doesn’t have enough booze they are more than willing to pour more in. I somehow found the mother city of partying and I thought Bocas del Toro was bad.
The town of 1,000 was easily 10,000 on the Eve. Did I also mention this is where many Argentinians and Chileans spend their New Year? People were everywhere and the vibe was electric.
At about 11:45 everyone headed out to the beach. Bonfires were starting, artillery shells and roman candles were going off everywhere and surfers were awaiting their time old tradition – surfing the first wave of the year. At night. In the dark. Crazy mofos.
We set Barney down on the soft sand to meet his doom, sparklers shoved into his hands, lighter ready for showtime.
The glow of the lighter showed a very eager Shaun. Sparklers lit… and…
Wait, Barney didn’t catch on fire.
Shaun held the lighter to his feet.
We set off our roman candles in defiance of the non-flammable Barney and came up with a better plan.
Throw him in the bonfire.
Chanting like heathens and pumping Barney in the air we made our way to the fire, like moths to a flame.
Mike chucked him in and we waited….
Our firecrackers in Barney’s ass went off.
I noticed a sizzle on my arm.
Oh God, the firecrackers were making the bonfire spark and fly.
Wait, was I the only one hit? Apparently.
We walked around the chaos, taking it all in. Yes. This is the way to bring in the New Year. Good friends. A good time. A good balance of craziness.
Also, did I mention that Shaun spent some of his time in the back of a cop car?