March 17 - Leaving Samara. Sad morning, but hopeful that our travels ahead remain full of adventure and steady doses of ice cold beer. As we bid adieu to Samara, we see Napoleon and Pollo driving by us on the other direction, frantically prompting us to yell out to them in unison.."Pollo...!!!" He waves smiling, as if to say, "see you guys soon". Beach bums, gotta love 'em and their unyielding spirit of doing absolutely nothing but enjoying life. We could learn from them.
Onwards we go, north, closely hugging the coast, taking in the ocean scenery, passing small villages, dirt roads, kids kicking soccer balls, the vastness of the Pacific. We make it a point to stop at random beaches along the way, Playa Garza, Playa Rosada.. gorgeous pieces of the Pacific. Then...we hit the mother load; miles and miles of unpaved road, gravel, rocks, the works. The caravan slows to a crawl, to avoid a flat. Jason's lulled almost to sleep with the constant rocking. It feels..endless. The journey takes a strange twist when the Caravan finds itself head on with a semi flooded road. I get out and go in the water with a branch to check its depth. The last thing we want is to be stuck, but we must push forward to our destination - Playa del Coco. The girls get off the Caravan and I instruct the Jason to charge ahead, like a battalion with bayonets..."Chargeeee". Our vehicle makes it through the water unscathed, and the rest of us make it via a walk ramp, safe and sound.
Soon, the road becomes paved. We stop for snacks along the way, replenish our beer stash and on we go. Finally, we reach our destination, and first stop by a soda for some much needed lunch. From there, it's on to the apartment that will become our base of operations for the next three days. Welcome to Playa del Coco.
I remember......:)
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