Audiencia beach in Manzanillo.It is scary to go to a place without knowing their local language. When i came to know that my ship is calling Manzanillo, i know that i have to know a few words in Spanish. No hablo espaniol! I dun speak Spanish! This is the first sentence i learned.
The locals are friendly but they will only speak to you in spanish. When i got into a taxi, i just mentioned the name of the place that i wanna go. I proceeded on with various sign languages and fingers counting... and hey i'm good at that, man!
Quanto? How much?
Gracias. Thank you.
No comprendo. I dun understand.
La quenta, por favor. Bill, please.
Mariscos. Seafood.
Buenas. Good.
These words were enough for me to get out from the ship, take a taxi, change money, have food, swim at the beach, shopping and back to the ship. One good thing is they dun cheat you. They may charge you a little higher but not as much as a Malaysian taxi driver does. They pronounce our country as Ma-lai-see-ah. Sounds like chinese...hehe.
Adios. Hasta luego!
Drying my jeans up the umbrella and my Spanish notes.
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Eh...Can make a good ad with that jeans on the umbrella... And why is ur jeans wet? Don't tell me u jumped into the sea with ur jeans...
If i were to jump into the sea with my jeans on, i would have to dry my underwear too.
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