ferry raft crossing didn’t end so well. For the last week or so, we haven’t been able to start the car after it’s warmed up.
So, we’ve spent a lot of time at gas stations. First, pushing the bus away from the pumps, then waiting exactly 22 minutes for her to start again.
Obviously, we had to tip a little extra when we needed a push off the raft to get back on land. We waited the 20 minutes before driving just a bit farther to Love Beach.
While the main town of Pipa is chic and touristy, there are plenty of camping options just outside of town. Upon arrival we were met by about 20 Argentine hippies wanting to check out our bus. It was actually a little overwhelming, and I feel bad that we were still a bit befuddled about being stuck on the ferry to be loquacious–in Spanish.
Nevertheless, they were all super cool, especially Hernan, who was responsible for the mechanics of the German VW that he and 3 others (many times more, plus a few dogs) had been traveling in for 15 months. The other folks belonged to the super-cool old Mercedes bus, on which they projected movies most nights.
The nights were finally windy, cool and insect free. Unfortunately, the days were windless and hot as hell – 4 showers a day hot – walking to the bathroom induces a full sweat hot. So hot, that we could barely accomplish anything in a day.
For Bode, watching a Japanese movie dubbed into Portuguese, projected onto the side of an old school bus, with a bunch of Argentinean hippies, on top of a cliff overlooking the sea… yeah, that’s normal.