“Explosive?” Bec called out from the shade of the palapa.
“Nah, not quite. But I’m scared to fart.” She gave me a knowing nod as I walked from the outhouse back to our camping spot on the beach.
“What do you think it was?”
“Who knows… could have been the tacos or the clams from that restaurant yesterday, or maybe the clams and scallops we dug up on the beach here. Was bound to happen sooner or later.”
“Yeah, well. It was worth it.”
“Yep. What’s for lunch?”
We had been in Mexico for less than a week and already our stomachs were complaining. We got over it pretty quickly though, and aside from a day or two with this little bit of discomfort, life has been pretty sweet.
Moonrise and sunrise at Playa Escondida, Bahía Concepción.
We loved Bahía Concepción. There are lots of beaches perfect for camping. Most of them are lined with friendly retirees from North America who set up semi permanent camps for the winter. Playa Escondida was perfect for us. The road to the beach was rough, so it was practically deserted. Although, we got occasional visits from the oldies who wanted to swim nude. Also, the fee collectors didn’t show up while we were there, so we camped for free.
We reluctantly hit the road. It was time to try and find some surf. We had heard that San Juanico, also known as Scorpion Bay, is a good break for beginners. When we got there though, it was totally flat. We hung around for a few days anyway before moving on.
Next stop was El Conejo, which we had heard was the most consistent spot when there’s small swell. The road in was hectic, and we finally made it there with a few scares but no real problems. The surf looked good, but we chickened out on account of the exposed rocky bottom covered in urchins and barnacles. We were content to watch and take photos of the others paddling out amongst the jumping fish.
We’ll keep moving down the coast and pretty soon there’ll be a photo like this one, but of Bec.