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There were no lights on the highway and hardly any cars, but quiet a few motorcycles and funnily pedestrians walking on the emergency lane. There was a tropical atmosphere in the air, I liked it.
I wanted to explore the city, so I took my Nikon F501, a few rolls of films and headed to the narrow colorful streets of SCDC. Most of the streets were paved and it was easy to walk in this part.
By the way, after my horrible experience I had changed the hostel. The place was not really better but much more quiet and near the Ocean. I woke up with the sound of a siren. It was the police.