I think I could live here for a season or two, on the shores of the Bahia Concepcion. With a kayak we could explore all the little islands that dot the bay and make stops on the beaches for fish tacos. It’s beautiful here. The white sandy beaches, calm clear water, with the backdrop of the mountains on the other side. I dreamed of this place when I imagined our adventure, but in my dreams it was always a nameless place, waiting to be found.
The only thing not in my dream is the horde of marauding mosquitoes and biting flies. They are relentless. We are dangerously close to the end of our bug spray. My body tingles from all the bites, beckoning me to scratch them. This is the reason we must push on today.
We make it a whopping 11 miles before we happen upon another beautiful beach with a spit of sand extending out into the water with some dilapidated palapas. The water is shallow enough to walk across to the island. And most importantly, there is a consistent breeze keeping the biting insects away. Thanks to the surprise pizza delivery last night we are carrying an extra dinner. So with plenty of food and a good supply of water we decide to call it a day. This is AWESOME!
Later in the evening, around sunset, a man approaches our palapa requesting 80 pesos for the night. We camped last night at the other beach for free. I’m not going to argue over 6 dollars but it does occur to me that he could be any one of the many guys working construction along the road today trying to make some easy money before heading home. I make some small talk and learn he lives in the palapa on the other end of the beach. He offers us a bucket of fresh water for showers. By the end of our encounter the situation feels more legitimate.