Palapas line the beaches, sometimes in huge numbers sometimes one or two lone ones below a gringos beach house. Camping on the beach is awesome, but where to access a toilet/bano can be difficult. Eight of us a day can make quite a pile, kwim!!
I checked out the town park but their banos were locked up. I inquired at an RV on the beach but we couldn’t use their toilets due to water issues. We discussed whether we could tarp around a palapa and dig half-ways to China and secretly do our ‘job’ in there.
We were told it was free to camp on the beach and use the palapas for free. Banos were 5 pesos each visit.
We set up camp as dark was upon us.
While still unpacking I was standing up near the van in the dark, on some packed sand, which was a sort of parking lot. No parking on the beach: you’d get stuck.
So, I’m standing there, taking a few moments to unwind. Headlights coming directly at me, a car driving across the loose sand from the other end of the palapas. What is this crazy person doing? How stupid!
The car hits the hard ground right beside me, pulls past me and parks just on the other side before hitting the next stretch of soft sand. Out pile two men from San Diego. Malcolm says he knew he had made a mistake as soon as he hit the sand so he just beelined it for our parked vehicles figuring that the group of us must be parked on something safer than sinking sand!
Malcolm and Rick are here just for one night. Colourful friends with very different personalities, they are on a short trip, Kino Bay being the farthest south they are going this round in Mexico. They frequent Baja often. They set up camp on the other side of the banos and build their campfire to cook up chicken.
We continue to settle our own camp, comforted that some fellows are sharing the beach with us tonight.
Then the kids find a vehicle stuck in the sand. Royally stuck.
The one time we were stuck & rescued on the beach at Tecolate on the Baja we were told “You wouldn’t believe how many Mexicans actually get stuck in the sand.” Oh, I can believe it now!!
Four of the children go to help the struggling car. It’s belly is scraping the sand, the tires are all but disappeared. Maret retrieves our shovel and they dig & dig. A short while later the children return to camp giggling, saying “That was SO much fun!” like they could spend their lives doing. The Mexican couple had said “We Love You!” and burdened Mitchell’s shoulder with a 50 lb bag of oranges the man said were Maples. Appropriate for Canadians, eh?
The kids head off to bed early as is often the case when we are tenting. The sun sets about 6pm and the cool evening air rolls in heavy with moisture. Beds seem extra cozy.
There are people all night long on the beach, coming and going, building fires, having showers at the post not far from our camp, holding hands or snuggling under the moonlight.
I sleep a few hours before waking to someone vomiting. I check to make sure it isn’t one of my own since just 2 days before we left Arizona Mitchell was busy at both ends. I hope it hasn’t been incubating in our tribe.
Nope, its probably some guy who had too many drinks, naturally detoxing.
Welcome to Mexico.
Morning arrives and with Malcolm and Rick’s help we discover it’s free to camp on the beach but it costs 100 pesos for each palapa per day, and that comes with a complimentary 5 visits to the banos. Each additional bano-trip is another 5 pesos.
Rick tries to swindle a whack of free bano-trips for our tribe by bribing the night watchman, but he checks with the main day-time lady, Reina, and it’s a no-go. Rick hands me 2 packs of cigarettes to give a go with bribery myself. I might get something for them cigarettes someday.