New Enemy: The Sun

Back in Guayaquil from Montañitas earlier than expected... No sense in staying in the beach town if you can't be on the beach. Despite travelling in sunny places for the past 4 months and plastering myself with factor 30 sunscreen, I still managed to get painfully burnt from just one day on the beach. Other than that incident, the weekend was a nice getaway from sweaty industrial Guayaquil. Shortly after I arrived, I ran into Kike, a guy from Spain that I had been out with in Baños the night of the robbery. He was there with some people from couchsurfing so we all hung out together there which saved me from having to make friends (which is sometimes tiring, admittedly).
Saturday night was pretty busy in town, and we enjoyed $1.50 caipiriñas made with cheap cane liquor from the street vendors before going to a horrible rowdy ''spring break'' party. The bar even had a pool in it for those trampy girls who like to take off their clothes and prance around half-naked and wet. There were also jello shooter girls up on a ledge feeding the crowd shots. Most of the staff and partiers were tourists. Not my scene. So I made my infamous escape just after 2am- snuck off back to the hostal not to be seen until the next morning. After contemplating for awhile about why I wasn't having a good time at the spring break party even though it seemed as though everyone else was, I remembered that a) I'm 26 yrs old (although by far not nearly the oldest there); b) I would never choose to attend a party like that at home; c) I'm not the hugest fan of American pop music or Reggaeton and d) guys taking off their shirts and dancing around flexing their muscles doesn't excite me much...Cheesy.
So I'm back in Guayaquil with little else to do but sit in the apartment on facebook or MSN, pathetically uploading pictures one by one and hoping someone comes online to chat with, haha... This, and running ten blocks down the street a few times a day to use the only computer with skype on it in order to call the bank, the courier, etc. I also have to admit that I'm tiring of being gawked at while out in public- I am one of the few tourists around and seem to attract attention. My biggest mistake was wearing shorts out last week- after sweating for the first 3 days in jeans I went out with cutoffs (not even short shorts), and found that the locals were unable to stop themselves from staring (not in a perverse way- it's just that I was clearly breaking some unspoken rule). Despite the suffocating heat here, no one wears shorts. I won't make the mistake again. Second reason being that I don't need any more sun on my legs for awhile...