Cheap hostel in tropical paradise on waters edge

The road is excellent and fast and there appears to be no police or at least any one who cares about the speed all the traffic is doing. Every one seems to be doing 120kph when the max speed should be 80 kph. Tonight we get a nice red sunset and I've had a nice hot day which is fine as long as I can keep the air rushing though my clothes. By 1730 hrs I arrive at Rio Dulce and drive over a huge arched bridge just a bit smaller than the Saltash bridge over the river Tamar. I stop for photos even though there is meant to be no stopping, every one seems to be at the road/bridge side chatting and selling items. Below me and back on the shore nearly under the bridge where I have come from is a little back packers hostel and restaurant. The place is made of wood, standing on what looks like telegraph poles over the waters edge with a corrugated iron roof. The buildings and eating/ drinking areas are half over the rivers edge and the back is up against the trees. It looks ideal for a night. I go back and down under the bridge and find the place, its full unless I want to stay in a dormitory. I agree ( might off set what I spent last night) The dormitory is huge with about 30 bunk beds and built over the waters edge and probably full of young nymphomaniacs ( in my dreams)! I choose a top bunk over looking the water next to the shower in the corner. There is now a gentle inshore breeze so I go to the restaurant and order Nachos, beans, sour cream, cheese etc and of course a litre of cerveza. What more could any man want. Imagine Saltash sailing club right on the waters edge and over hanging the water on stilts, hot tropical sun and a gentle breeze, Caribbean music, a restaurant, beer, lime and salt and you might be close to this place. To top it all off its cheap especially considering last nights stay which came to US$ 106. There are lots of little boats bobbing about between the dorm and the restaurant, there is an Internet cafe next to the dorm.

During booking in I met a girl from Totnes who's been in the town of Antigua learning Spanish for a week. There are lots of boats going up and down the river with dodgy lights and all going fast. The slipway is next door to the bar where I am sitting watching the world go bye. I sit there considering my position and think this is the best night of the trip and all I am missing is a good woman for company ( she's the other side of the world) Its a great setting, low lights, balloons, music, good beer, water, boats in fact heaven + of course not to mention the small of 2"T" oil and outboards.
The bay is huge but smaller than Plymouth sound and there are lights all along the opposite shore. The bridge is high and huge and lit up. I have one more small beer just in time before the locals arrive by small boat and the music gets louder and more head banger in style. Off to bed before my dream is spoilt by noisy locals! The rest of the dorm is full of chatting young backpackers but never the less I drop of to sleep.