I made it a point to get up promptly at seven. I had a dog that needed walking and a sunrise that needed photographing.
I’m glad yesterday’s pictures came out well and were enjoyed as I had a good time making them. I find my all in one Panasonic FZ1000 is very ease and fun to use and with a built in 400 mm lens it gives me lots of opportunities to frame pictures as I like.
After our walk the daily program involves a cup of tea followed by a swim. We put Rusty in the van for this part of the day as I don’t want to worry about him on the beach while we are getting our exercise out in the water. Invariably when we come back after an hour and slide open the door we find him snoring contentedly on his bed.
Layne tells me our antics in the water have been noticed by other residents of the RV park who have commented to her about the distances we swim. I find it odd that not everyone is out enjoying the warm crystal clear waters. We always swim alone. I even took my waterproof Panasonic TS7 out to test it. I swim without glasses so I can’t really see what I’m doing, a recipe for photographic brilliance I’m sure you’ll agree.
Ron puts up good naturedly with my camera habits.
The fresh water showers at the RV park are welcome and then we walked into town for lunch. Actually the RV park is on a small side street off the main drag in Punta Pérula,
The restaurant we picked funnily enough was half a block away on the main road, La Campesina. I have a map at the bottom of the page.
After our swim we were hungry and cleverly forgot to photograph our food. Nevertheless they had no “Coca Lite” so if we were having sugar, and I don’t like regular Coke, we had it in orange juice and it was fresh and delicious in a huge glass.
Rusty sat around watching the world go by and was less bother than the itinerant vendor who finally took Layne’s firm no gracias as an answer. And made a sale with the Mexican family at the next table.
Ron and Layne had grilled fish while I had meat in the Mexican style all with coconut rice and beans. Mexican style was in a tomato sauce, a sort of spicy stew with boiled potatoes.
Then we walked into town. Rusty checked the room rentals (renta de cuartos) on offer.
I ended up leashing him as he kept getting distracted by smells and he had a disturbing tendency to head into the street if he saw a local dog he wanted to avoid.
He was not afraid of every dog he met:
Life in a small Mexican town:
Why they weren’t in school I couldn’t say:
And here is an example of the famous Tope in action:
Layne lost her mind and went looking for a camp chair in the beach store. Wasn’t I surprised when she found what we were looking for?
One for $17 and two for thirty bucks. We took two, amazed at our lucky find ( thank you Layne) after our Pico chairs both failed for two hundred dollars.
Rusty gave us our lead and we headed back to our respective vans for a nap.
We had another swim in cooler breezier conditions under a beautiful cloudy sky.
We had dinner in our new chairs and introduced Ron from Iowa to our Trader Joe’s canned jackfruit doctored to taste like a pulled pork sandwich on a toasted Mexican bun. Layne was very proud of her ease at using our toaster oven which has traveled with us from Cudjoe Key.
We drank Victoria beer and ate Dulce de leche candies we had bought in town. Rusty was exhausted and took himself to bed after he had his dinner.
I walked the trash out to the bins at the entrance to the camp sorting our few recyclables on the way, and pretty soon Rusty and I were snoring together while Layne stayed up to read before her time ran out on her library book. Today we move on to what we hope is a splendid wild camp an hour down Highway 200.
