Walking the Plank on a Deserted Beach
Trip Start Oct 08, 2007
69Trip End Mar 26, 2008
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The shore looked like it was fairly close, and there was a path that led us there from where we were dropped off. The landscape was so flat that we literally walked for an hour without feeling like we had gone anywhere at all, because the whole time we were walking through similar liking dunes of sand and small desert-esq shrubbery
We walked for about an hour south towards Puerto Eten, the closer we got, the more evidence of life we saw. There were lots of little kids playing on the beach, and a few older people were sat down in the sand just relaxing.
The highlight of the beach day was the pier at Puerto Eten. The pier was the center of focus for all the beach activities, with lots of people crowded around watching the goings on. It was a gigantic pier, at least 20 feet wide, and I have no idea how long. The pier was extremely unsafe, and terrifyingly thrilling to walk along. The planks were set as far apart as they were wide, such that one wrong step would land you face down on the decaying wood. I walked down the pier taking the teeniest of baby steps, absolutely terrified that i was going to fall. Then I saw one guy running down the same path that i was taking, and another person was riding his bike on the Pier, and i felt like a real idiot for walking so slowly and with such timidity. I think I must have looked kinds funny to the pier experts.
About halfway through the dock there was a little office-type area that had been set up so that all of the fishing expeditions could be organized. The office was no more than a shanty with a few loose wooden planks as walls and a ramshackle tin roof, but there were at least 20 people crowded around buckets of fresh fish, taking excitedly. Of course, all conversations slowed when the gringos passed, traipsing on the planks like they were walking a tightrope. You could tell they didn't get too many tourists in these parts.
After all that, I was craving a fish dinner, so we went to town to try to find one, but it was one of those towns with only bodega and no other commerce with which to provide the local shanty dwellers, so we settled for bread from a lady toting around a basket.