It was just the family today, which was nice, just the four of us.
I had been told to pack for three days, cause it was a possibility that we would be staying 1 or 2 nights at the beach. We set off, stopping of to have a quick look around the towns of San Mateo and Corotina before reaching our destination. One interesting thing about the churches here is that they almost always face towards the west.
Our destination was the house of Guisella's cousin, was just a few kilometres from the beach of Bajamar.
When we first got there, there were only 5 people, Guisella's cousin Sonya, her two daughters, her husband and a grandson. Soon after arriving, we went to the beach. Sonya's husband decided he would take all of us, minus Guisella who didn't come, in his ute. We went to a little beach club which had places where people could barbeque, playgrounds and showers. We put down our stuff, put on some sunblock, and started off walking down the beach. A little later, Jose and I went swimming.
The water was insanely warm, it was warmer than bath water, it was crazy, but so nice, I felt like I could have stayed there all day. Also while at the beach, Jose and I spent some time making some sand sculptures, mine started off as a shark fin before becoming a turtle, and Jose went for Mordor.
It was very different to see lots of people riding horses along the beach. In fact in the whole surrounding area a lot of people roe horses.
We had another swim before it was time to leave.
Back at the beach home, we had lunch before just relaxing for a bit. The heat here was immense and it was very hard to cool down. I spent some time swinging in the hammock in the shade of a leafy tree escaping the heat.
Jorge then decided that we, him, Jose and I, would go have a look at another beach just down the road from the one we went to earlier. This beach was called Guacalillo and was quite stunning. It was a dark sand beach like the other, with cool cliff faces along parts of the beach. We climbed up some of them to see the vista from higher up. There were people racing around on quad bikes and a few people swimming too. Jose and I walked up one of the hills of the cliffs. I found it very hard to get up because I was wearing jandals that were now wet so my feet kept slipping on them, and there was no way I was taking off the jandals because who knows what creepy crawlies are lurking in the the grasses. Up there there were big black vultures flying around, I was waiting for one of them to take flight to get a video of it, but no matter how much noise and movement I made, I think I was just to far away.
We went back down, and by now the sun was starting to set, so we decided to jump into the water. It was just so relaxing to be in such warm water watching the sun set on a cloudless day. Until I felt something touch my leg. I think it was probably just a log or stone, but it was enough to freak me out and make me move a little bit down the beach. We got out probably about 20 minutes before the sun was to disappear, dried off, took some pictures and drove to a nice little hill to watch the sun set the rest of the way.
It was such a beautiful sight, the colours were amazing.
Once the sun had disappeared we headed back to the house. On the way we passed a little marshy lake, where Jorge spotted a whole lot of intensely pink flamingos, we got out and had a look.
And then, the funniest thing happened. Jose gave me a lesson on how to destroy jandals in less than 10 seconds. He was trying to get a closer look, since the birds were right out in the middle of this little lake. So he started to walk out onto the seeming dry muddy surface that stretched out into the lake. After taking about 4 steps, he realized it wasn't so dry after all, and his feet had sunk into the mud. In his desperation to escape the mud, he ripped the strap of the jandal out from the sole and had the jandals flapping around his feet as he came out. I was in stitches laughing.
We got back to the house, and others had arrived, more family. We had dinner separately to the others just because Guisella had brought stuff with us. It felt like we were on rations because she hadn't really brought much food with us, so she was planning out how best to spread it out, because we were going to be staying the night.
At about 8pm we headed to the beach club that we had been to earlier in the day. There were to be fireworks happening. Heaps of people had turned up and while we waited for the fireworks, Guisella and Jose were teaching me some dance moves saying that I would be needing them for New Year's.
The fireworks went off pretty much without a hitch, a few fell over and fired along the beach, I did feel a bit close for comfort, but I made sure there were a few people who were in front of me to protect me.
We then went back to the house, and went to bed a little later.
The sleeping arrangement was quite funny. We were all in this small little room that had a bunk bed with two single beds. So, I slept on the top, Jorge and Guisella slept tops-and-tails on the bottom, and Jose slept on a mattress with half his body underneath the bunks.
We fell asleep to the sound of cicadas and a heat whirring away, even though for me it wasn't cold.
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