hungover again, what’s new??? we get a late start to the day & miss the comp breakfast up on the roof yet again. we decide to go check out san juan’s beaches out in condado & isla verde for the day.
we head to covadonga & grab the A5 bus, since the B21 wasn’t showing up for shit, so we got dropped off a little ways away from the beach. we walked through some sort of hood up in there & almost got attacked by some rabid dogs hiding under a van up on bricks. after about 1/2 hour, we get to centro condado, which has got pizza hut, starbucks, walgreen’s, fuddrucker’s & all that. we’re glad we’re staying in san juan viejo, it’s just got so much more fuckin’ character mang.
we reach the beach & walk west towards isla verde, but the clouds starting rollin’ in. we take the poor beach weather opportunity to eat lunch at some random diner under a hospital - i consuming a cubano sandwich, hitesh a cheeseburger. it’s good, it’s cheap & it’s just that quintessential puerto rican diner experience i was looking for.
we follow two fine young boricua asses back to the beach, chilled out on condado beach into the late afternoon then headed back to the old city. we ended up walking the entire way back, for miles & miles, along condado beach, over the bridge from condado to san juan viejo, past el capítolo & finally a la calle fortaleza, all while the sun set over san juan.
our crazy ass spontaneous walking tour left us rather fatigued, so we rested up for a bit, watched a bit of napoleon dynamite, then dropped by dragonfly, THE hotspot restaurant in san juan, for dinner. the beautiful blonde hostess had the mostest of any girl i done seen up in this city, the food was excellent as was the ambience - just like soho, they call this area sofo. after several saketinis, strip steak, dumplings & mofongo tempura sushi rolls, we jump in a cab to check out condado’s nightlife. this monday night seems pretty weak, so we’re heading to where the touristas might be. we stop by diva’s to check out a boricua booty club, which was just aight, then head to señor frog’s of all places to meet up with pras & co. everywhere’s dead tonight on el lunes de la semana del santo & it’s clear that señor frog’s is the only place jumpin’. there’s college spring break cancun money kids wilin’ out all over to reggaeton & your typical hiphop mix w/ some usher & r kelly & ashanti & all that. the DJ won’t honor my request for some big pun. we’re drinking $6 margaritas out of plastic cups. i hate that shit mang.
after the place closes down, we walk the barren streets of san juan viejo looking for one last watering hole, but it’s so dead out that the only people we see are drunkards & bums. to no avail, we finally decide to call it a night & say our goodbyes. me & hitesh are staying around the corner, the others need to find a cab to head to isla verde. it’s our last night in san juan, some are heading back to NYC tomorrow, pras & friends are going surfing in rincon, & as for hitesh, alana (one of the BK crew) & i, we are off to the “spanish virgin island” of vieques mañana en la mañana.
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