It was raining the next day, as we lit out of Montañita.
The sun eventually came out and it turned into a nice day.
Hitching was good that day, but we only made it to Duran, just outside Guayaquil. We were walking down the highway east, just looking for a place to camp. I saw a huge cemetery on a hill to our right, and started towards it, suggesting that we sleep there. Pau was against it.
"There's nothing wrong with it." I smiled. "They're all dead. They don't mind."
"Are you crazy?!" she asked, wide-eyed but also smiling. "No! We can't do that! It's a graveyard!"
"Sure we can," I said. "We'll be respectful. We won't leave trash or light a fire."
"Yes, but... no, we can't camp in a graveyard!"
"Sure we can," I replied. "This wall is easy to climb. I will help you over first."
"Nooooo," she gasped. "It is a graveyard!"
"No, I'm not scared," she said. "I am a carishina. But. Eeeeee! "
We argued like this for a while, all the while walking on. And eventually we had passed the graveyard. Next to it was a building like a school and a construction site next to it. We passed that too, but decided it might be a good place to camp, and returned. There was a place where fences from two properties met, and that seemed like the easiest place to infiltrate. I helped her get over the fence first and then passed up our backpacks and then climbed over myself.
On the other side, we cautiously walked across the dirt around the piles of construction materials and trash. There was nobody around. On the far end of the property there were a few buildings which were newly constructed. They were concrete structures, raised off the ground a few feet, so we had to go up a few steps to get to the new doors. I tried one of the doors and it was unlocked! We had found shelter just in time too, as the sun had set already and it was almost dark.
Inside, the place was empty. Cement floor. Rebar grates instead of glass windows. But it was perfect. Even better, we could lock the doors from the inside.
We were hungry and couldn't start a fire, so I ventured back out to a corner store to get some bread and jam and other necessities. When I came back, Pau had laid out our tent flat, and unrolled the blankets on it. We ate by candlelight.
We always had to gesture or describe things to communicate, since my Spanish wasn't perfect and neither was her English. We always joked about how we should practice with charades. After eating, we weren't tired, so we gave it a try. Each of us tried to act out a word for the other, who tried to guess. My word was too hard and she couldn't guess it. When it was her turn, she flexed and I immediately said "strength". So her's was too easy. The game wasn't as fun as we'd thought, and we spent so much time trying to think of words that weren't too easy or hard that we didn't play another round.
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