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2/3/2013 Pedernales to an isolated beach south of Tabuga
D26, T1.46, av14.4, Max50 Tot11831, 1612
Overcast and no rain!!!
Having had a great night’s sleep, my panniers were sorted, things like swimmers were now readily accessible.
Stopping in town a couple of buns with cheese and a tub of yoghurt were enjoyed.
The road from town was a pleasure, concrete, hardly any traffic and dry.
It was so enjoyable idling along listening to the cacophony of birds in the bush along the roadside.
Frogs of a considerable size had run the gauntlet and failed, their remains were etched in the pavement. Obviously, there were plenty more where they hailed from.
The equator was crossed, again without fanfare.
At one point the beach was only a few hundred metres from the road, it was then I decided to camp somewhere, this was just idyllic.
Pulling in at a little tienda north of Tabuga, some water, eggs, potato, and an onion were purchased as was a couple of bottles of coke.
My MSR water bladder was part filled also, Devon used to work on about 6l needed for a night camping, pretty right I’d say.
The owners also sold seafood. Five huge prawns were bought to cook with the veges.
Walking along the road were an American guy and his girl with their surfboards. They told me of a beach where the owner will let you through his land south of Tabuga. As a reference turn right off the highway just south after the bridge at the tienda with the flash paling fence.
Before reaching here some time was spent talking with people in a house by the bridge, it was good Spanish practice.
Anyway turning off and stopping at another little tienda, some block sugar was finally found for my porridge, you just scrape off what you need.
Leaving here, the track and that’s all it was took me down to a creek that I had to walk the bike across.
Up out of here, was slippery as buggery, it really was like trying to push a Suzuki 50 up a hill.
Reaching a farm gate by a house some distance on , the owner let me have access and on the track took me, past a huge old sow and some piglets, the bike now had mud all over the panniers and bogged up against the brakes. It to was all over the chain.
What had I got myself in for here, the trail just kept going.
Then the ocean came into view, revealing a beach with the creek I had crossed reaching the end of its journey.
I was so lucky that this was an odd day in the wet season without rain.
The tent was pitched on an elevated platform. An old double mattress was found so the tent footprint was laid on this, adding to the comfort under body. This is what “wild camping” as touring cyclists describe it was all about.
Having things set up and the bike unloaded, the mud had to be removed from the bike .
The big problem is the grit wearing the side of the rims if the brakes are applied. This can necessitate the need for new rims if they get ground out too much.
A couple of young guys, cousins it turned out were swimming in the inviting ocean.
The place was so relaxing with frigate birds hovering in thermals off the headland, south of me, monkeys calling each other in the bush behind camp, grey pelicans cruising the coast following the air along the front of waves, they do this in groups.
Down at the creek was a perfect place to give the bike a good clean. As I was doing so, the guys came along and helped me, they were a good couple of kids, just muckin’ about, swimming, catching crabs and just being boys.
I then had a hunger pang, we cleaned the prawns.
A delicious meal of lentils, pasta, potato, onion, chilli, pepper and chopped prawns was enjoyed.
We then went for a swim. From there the heat of the day took me out. This found me asleep for a couple of hours.
The kids came back and showed me some land crabs they had caught.
Some other people were swimming also.
The leftovers of the prawn meal were enjoyed for dinner while the sun went down.
As the sky is often overcast this time of year, the sunsets are not million dollar affairs, or not what I have seen so far. Three whole nights!!!!.
The rain started early evening and never let up, though not heavy.
D26, T1.46, av14.4, Max50 Tot11831, 1612
Overcast and no rain!!!
Having had a great night’s sleep, my panniers were sorted, things like swimmers were now readily accessible.
Stopping in town a couple of buns with cheese and a tub of yoghurt were enjoyed.
The road from town was a pleasure, concrete, hardly any traffic and dry.
It was so enjoyable idling along listening to the cacophony of birds in the bush along the roadside.
Frogs of a considerable size had run the gauntlet and failed, their remains were etched in the pavement. Obviously, there were plenty more where they hailed from.
The equator was crossed, again without fanfare.
At one point the beach was only a few hundred metres from the road, it was then I decided to camp somewhere, this was just idyllic.
Pulling in at a little tienda north of Tabuga, some water, eggs, potato, and an onion were purchased as was a couple of bottles of coke.
My MSR water bladder was part filled also, Devon used to work on about 6l needed for a night camping, pretty right I’d say.
The owners also sold seafood. Five huge prawns were bought to cook with the veges.
Walking along the road were an American guy and his girl with their surfboards. They told me of a beach where the owner will let you through his land south of Tabuga. As a reference turn right off the highway just south after the bridge at the tienda with the flash paling fence.
Before reaching here some time was spent talking with people in a house by the bridge, it was good Spanish practice.
Anyway turning off and stopping at another little tienda, some block sugar was finally found for my porridge, you just scrape off what you need.
Leaving here, the track and that’s all it was took me down to a creek that I had to walk the bike across.
Up out of here, was slippery as buggery, it really was like trying to push a Suzuki 50 up a hill.
Reaching a farm gate by a house some distance on , the owner let me have access and on the track took me, past a huge old sow and some piglets, the bike now had mud all over the panniers and bogged up against the brakes. It to was all over the chain.
What had I got myself in for here, the trail just kept going.
Then the ocean came into view, revealing a beach with the creek I had crossed reaching the end of its journey.
I was so lucky that this was an odd day in the wet season without rain.
The tent was pitched on an elevated platform. An old double mattress was found so the tent footprint was laid on this, adding to the comfort under body. This is what “wild camping” as touring cyclists describe it was all about.
Having things set up and the bike unloaded, the mud had to be removed from the bike .
The big problem is the grit wearing the side of the rims if the brakes are applied. This can necessitate the need for new rims if they get ground out too much.
A couple of young guys, cousins it turned out were swimming in the inviting ocean.
The place was so relaxing with frigate birds hovering in thermals off the headland, south of me, monkeys calling each other in the bush behind camp, grey pelicans cruising the coast following the air along the front of waves, they do this in groups.
Down at the creek was a perfect place to give the bike a good clean. As I was doing so, the guys came along and helped me, they were a good couple of kids, just muckin’ about, swimming, catching crabs and just being boys.
I then had a hunger pang, we cleaned the prawns.
A delicious meal of lentils, pasta, potato, onion, chilli, pepper and chopped prawns was enjoyed.
We then went for a swim. From there the heat of the day took me out. This found me asleep for a couple of hours.
The kids came back and showed me some land crabs they had caught.
Some other people were swimming also.
The leftovers of the prawn meal were enjoyed for dinner while the sun went down.
As the sky is often overcast this time of year, the sunsets are not million dollar affairs, or not what I have seen so far. Three whole nights!!!!.
The rain started early evening and never let up, though not heavy.
Great kids, and good crabbers, the gently flowing Rio Tauchi behind.
I can't remember ever going hungry, camping
Bloggin' by the sea.
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Good size prawns
The walk in was worth it!!
Papayas on the way in.
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