Wednesday February 18

This afternoon I went to Barra. It is beyond La Punta a few miles. Andrew came along. Good thing he did, because, the drop off point for the Collectivo is a long way from the ocean. Andrew brought his surf board just in case, but the waves were no good

We walked to the mouth of the river. The beach over here is almost deserted. There was one couple. The man walked past us and floated to the ocean. He waved on the way by.

We decided it was about as much time to walk back to the town, catch the collectivo and walk to the Apartment as to just walk.

During the walk Andrew called my attention to a pristeen Puffer fish skeleton lying on the beach.

The mile or two of beach was mainly deserted. There were a few big resort homes. They apparently bought the surrounding land to keep out the riff raff.

Then it was up and over the point. I'm glad I turned back yesterday, because Andrew's path was much better.  This is the cliff we climbed down.

Back on "MY" beach the cops were (arresting/talking to/investigating)  a bunch of fishermen. Mexican police never work alone. There were four talking to the guys. AND adding insult to injury, It looked like they had a pretty good catch today. Two net fulls, each of which a boy could barely carry. Another half a dozen police were on their way to the scene.???

Who knows? The shadow knows.

(la sombra sabe!!)