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suntanned to a crisp, in excellent shape, and felt confident and full of youthful optimism.
We were looking forward to some dancing with the local talent.
On the way to where we thought the place may be, we came across a noisy, little, pool bar
on the corner of an old, decaying building. We went in and noticed there were no women
but about fifteen or twenty local, dark skinned, Spanish men. They nodded to us and con-
tinued talking and playing pool. Two young men came up and appeared to be very interes-
ted in us. Behind their backs some of the grinning locals made floppy wrist signs, warning
us that they were gay. We grinned back and engaged in their broken English conversation
for as long as was polite. After asking where the disco was, they immediately lost interest
and sulkily pointed out the way. We hastily retreated and made our way across the street
and went around the side of another crumbling, old building in the sleepy town.
When we drew near, we could hear the sounds of laughter and the strains of music from the
inside. There were other people arriving as well, and one man in particular got our atten-
tion. He was a small, tanned, out-doorsy type, and there was nothing unusual in his appear-
ance but for the diving apparatus that he was carrying. He had around his neck the rubber
breathing tube and mouthpiece complete with the air pressure gauge of a scuba diving out-
fit. Why he was bringing it into the dance was anybody's guess.
“Must be quite a dive,” I quipped. We followed the man and his friends and came to the en-
trance of a huge outdoor patio under a living canopy of vines. Under the roofed section of
this dance floor was situated a long, wooden bar and tables and chairs which were rapidly
filling up with excited, laughing, local men and women.
Freshly scrubbed, eager, young faces of the local population dominated the noisy room:
friends meeting friends, dates arriving, and visitors, like us, smiling politely and anticipat-
ing a fun night. Again, it was a hot balmy night; the star-studded, purple black sky peeped
through the grapevines that adorned the wooden frames overhead, and Gavin and I looked
about for a table. We found a small one and crossed over to it, waving at some sailors we
had met. We sat down and looked around. I saw the man with the diving apparatus at a
neighboring table still with his tubes around his neck. Very odd, I thought.
“Do you want a beer?” asked Gavin, rising from the table. “I'll get the first round.” Of
course, our main intention was to meet some girls, and we looked around us like kids in
a candy store. They were everywhere. Olive skinned, dark-eyed, Ecuadorian lovelies were
out in force that night. Some were sitting with men friends, but, we noticed with pleasure,
some were sitting in groups. It was these that we studied, and there were some incredibly
beautiful women there. We noticed a few looking over our way and, spotting that we were
twins, they would whisper to their neighbors and would point us out with their eyes. They
were very shy, and I wondered whether they would dance with strangers.
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