Nick and the girls are swimming right now in this tiny little bay called Playa Carrazalillo while a couple guys playing bongo drums are entertaining us. The waves are lapping up the beach and the sand is very hot. You have to make a run for it to get in the water. It is really hot here, the water is warmer than in Melaque and the town is more developed.

It took us a couple tries to find this place, the first beach we drove to had 7 tour buses parked along it. Playa Angelita, described as a great beach for kids and swimming but sweet Jesus, the throngs of people. Nick wondered aloud where are they all peeing?! We met a guy Jorge, who tried very hard to sell us food, boat rides, swimming with dolphins, anything really. He followed us along the beach. We stayed for about 5 minutes and got the hell out of there.

We rented a room in a house owned by a Scot named Harry. It’s a 5 bedroom place with a shared kitchen, private bathroom, and massive pool in the back. We have for 39 usd a night. A great deal and we are going to spend 4 nights there. It’s located next door to the lavandaria and walking distance to all the tiendas.

Our drive here was epic. We took the old road (Nick’s idea) and it went through every small pueblito. 6.5 hours– of windy switchback roads. We had to pull over so G and I could pee on the side of the road as every 3 peso bano we passed reminded me of Mexican bathrooms 15 years ago. Think hole in the ground with a shower curtain door..and bring your own TP. Mads was car sick near the end and for entertainment they tried to spit watermelon on the passing cars. The road was so narrow they were successful several times. Part of the road was under construction and we were following a grader which was making the road passable as we drove. Crazy. How quickly we can go from the developed cities to the backwaters. We came upon a car accident on one of the switchbacks. A truck transporting chickens smashed head on into a big rig. There were dead chickens everywhere but I couldn’t see the driver. Either he was stuck in the crumpled truck or he had already been taken away. We didn’t see an ambulance or police for about a half hour. It is so remote that it would be difficult to get help.

This is the highway! Good grief! The never ending highway.