Stodgy wooden carts hauled down dusty dirt roads, piglets chasing down their momma for a morning feed of milk. Roosters crow and device free children play in the dirt after a sudden downpour of rain as the chickens peck at Jurassic Park sized bugs.
Sweltering heat sends sweat slowly beading down our brow. Gasolina is sold out of 7UP bottles from homes (if you can find it). And the smell of smoldering camp fires leads us to the coast.
Peeling lefts and rights enter into our view; empty A-frames forming perfect barrels. Hot sand, cold beer and a barely refreshing sea.
If you know you know, and if you know you should go.
Editor’s Note: You can find more of the author’s photos here and here.
