The following day I headed a couple of hours north to a small fisher village called Montanita. It has now become kind of a hippy and surfer destination because waves are supposed to be quite good. I only wanted to stay one day but unfortunately the day before I ate something really bad (maybe it was the Seviche) and I got diarrhea. I didn’t want to travel in this condition so I stayed another night. The atmosphere in the village was quite nice and relaxing but I couldn’t get very exited about the beach. It was pretty small and dirty. Fortunately I started walking north to the village, just to see what else there was and I got to a little hill from where I had a spectacular view of another beach.