The next morning, we ate breakfast in bed. Pau had gone out to pee and said that there was somebody out there, but she didn't think he saw her. But after a nice toke, there was an assertive knock at the door. We threw each other panicked looks. I jumped up and threw a shirt on and ran to the door. I unlocked it and drew it open. There were three men at the bottom of the steps.
"What are you doing?" the tallest asked.
"Uh, I am traveling." I said. "And I... sleept..." I couldn't quite remember the past tense 'slept'. I saw them glaring at me and trembled under the pressure. I looked back to Paula. "Help."
She hopped right up and rushed over, and pulled the door open further to stand next to me. "Excuse us very much!" she said in her sweetest voice. The men's faces softened. "We are backpacking around the country, you see, and we had no place to sleep last night and we slept here. But we will leave very soon and clean up after ourselves."
The men were speechless. After a few moments, the tallest said "OK." And we closed the door but did not lock it. We looked at each other. Then we started to pack up.
We spent that night in Catamayo. The firemen let us sleep on their roof, which was neat.
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