We didn’t really have a plan for once we entered Peru, and this place isn’t in any of the guidebooks. I thought we’d be here a night or two. A week later, we’re still here camping in the same spot.
The restaurant is open odd hours and laughably slow. Sometimes it is two and a half hours before we get our food. But, with a broken stove we’ve learned to adjust our eating schedule and order early.
Every night there is an incredible sunset, somehow more marvelous than the last.
A real interesting surprise has been Osteris and Imir, the 2 kids who live here. They speak Quechua (I think) and know even less Spanish than we do. Still, there is no language needed to collect hamburger nuts on the beach, balance on driftwood or cartwheel off sand dunes.
A few times a day they come by our camp and ask for Bode. They take off for hours at a time and he returns exhausted.