I strolled the earthen road after sunset looking for food. Not able to find anything within my price range, I settled for fried fish empanadas. It was my usual go to.
I stripped down to my underwear and made my way out yards from the shore. There were people around kite surfing, but far enough that it felt like I had the beach to myself. The waves were soft, barely any at all.
I slept in a local guesthouse constructed with some type of dried vegetations. If you get close enough, you could see thru it. There was no flushing toilet.
I made my pilgrimage to the lighthouse along with sea of local tourist. It seemed as though these people had appeared out of thin air.
I took a bus to a small town, then from there caught another to a stop, and then a jeep to Cabo de la Vela. The Wayu bags were beautiful. I wish I couldve bought one of each....
