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In one jump, I throw myself clumsily under a table, not the closest, bizarrely, but one against the wall. I must have seen that in some James Bond movie.
Without hesitation, Max goes under the right table, Manu under the left one, with Lou, explaining to her that we play hide-and-seek, and Carine, laughing out loud, remains stuck to her chair.
A cop with a mustache also hides under my table, his hand shaking on his gun, he half-opens the door from time to time. He looks really anxious, this Sergeant Garcia.
We stay there for 5 minutes, I think, then the call of the guacamole was stronger.
People come out from under the tables little by little. Everybody observe silently, looking at each other for some comfort, whereas the waiters of the restaurant have already gone back to work, as if nothing had taken place, and “Sergeant Garcia” has disappeared.
The next day, opening the newspaper, we fall on an article in full page with a photo: Burglary at the Movie theater, the criminals are arrested. We quickly discover the habits and customs of the Latin countries which consist in getting bandits, death people, accident victims, to pose in their newspapers, and we find here 3 accomplices, weapon in hand, and their theft displayed on a table: a very beautiful film poster.
No tourist here, obviously, no indication in the Lonely Planet or other traveler guides, it is a rather good sign for the lovers of adventures.
Concerning the surf spots, there is here a small paradise. That’s why we will not name the places, you will have to find them. The discovery will be even more beautiful.
You have to imagine the scene, waves which roll more than one minute, with 2 tubes to settle comfortably, 6 rollers (minimum wage), and 10 minutes on returning to foot to be in the peak, and of course with only 3 others around…. no comment.