Icy Fingers

Why oh why did I leave the beach? The night bus was torturous- more like 14 hours than the anticipated 12 and the AC was pumping; I suppose to prepare the passengers for the climate in San Cristobal. I arrived to Vladimir´s (couchsurfing friend) place around noon, totally exhausted. He basically handed me the keys to his place, showed me how to light the gas tank to heat the water for my shower, and then left until wednesday. He had to go take care of his chickens outside the city at his mom´s place.
It´s raining and absolutely freezing. The other people staying at the apartment say that they could see their breath last night. And I dropped off all my clothes at the laundromat this afternoon... They say it should be ready by 730pm, but you never really know, especially with the rain because the usually hang it out to dry. Should be a comfy sleep. My friends from Slovenia who stayed at the apartment until this morning couldn´t figure out how to light the gas tank, and I don´t know how the fuck they showered. If the sun comes out tomorrow it should be just fine though.
Unfortunately the streets around this town are super dark and I haven´t oriented myself to the town yet, so I figure I´ll spend the evening clothed in everything I own under as many blanket as I can find, reading. Sounds exciting, no? I need to relax anyways, it´s a good excuse to do nothing. I´m sure I have everyone at home´s sympathy too, especially after all my posts about the beautiful scorching beaches I just left. Karma, eh?