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Day at the beach

ME ... moi ... yo ...

Spoke to couple from Montréal, Quebec on the bus. A man from Bordeaux, France at the beach.

Went to Playa Carrillo in Hojancha and then Playa Sámara. I love Carrillo. Coconut palms, fishing boats, no ugly hotels, no ticky-tack.

All that and more can be found in Sámara, a Tico-Tourist-Trap with no shade on the beach. But it's a nice one with a wide calm white/grey sand. Carriilo is prettier IMHO, the beach an almost white sand with calm waves.

I walked from one to the other. If an older man using two walking sticks can do it ... so can I (but he walked faster). My leg didn't swell much so it must be getting a bit better.

I forgot to fill my bottle before I left so I bought a 'snow-cone' in Carrillo and a 3L Pepsi in Sámara. Thankfully the green Traroc bus was air-conditioned. Wonderful!

On the beach I met a young shell-collector from Mounds (near Okmulgee) Oklahoma.

I meet so many interesting people from everywhere when I travel.

And on facebook! Had a nice chat with someone in Iran I met in Norway who's on his way to Grad School in Nevada.

This is my life...

Today:

Carrillo: "Cocodrilos en el estero" = crocodiles in the estuary (think manglar/mangrove). A dead palm leaf lurking in the water, its frond arched like spines. Small crabs waving claws. Another large one playing hide and seek in a small tide pool. Butterfly. Buzzing bug. Schools of small fish in the stream. An outlook: up the stairs, down the ramp, a view of rocks, sand and water from the benches. Fishing boats. A small port, houses clinging to rocks.

Sámara: tire tracks across a wide stretch of alternating light and dark khaki bands (a memory of corduroy). The calligraphy of snails spelling out the day's menu. Remains of coral, oyster, pink clam shells. More fishing vessels, cool breeze. Bird tracks, flight of a golden dragonfly, pelicans. The searing heat without trees.

Wrote/partially-wrote two "letters" to Clay. He requested a postcard.

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