Our car was bouncing with local house music. Stopped in one town for gas. It was bizarrely populated by Asians and one gas station and a liquor store. That was all. Stopped at another gas station, which is when we encountered a van full of people holding instruments. So we obviously took a short break for a dance party. Great time to show off some of the moves I learned in African dance. Not that you'll see them. Such "brilliance" should probably stay in Africa.
We stayed in gem-hostel-finds filled with hippies and their children. Some highlights include walking on long stretches of beaches with dogs. Or with wild horses. Building a sandcastle, with mote and enchanted forest with some locals. Walking to “hole in a wall,” which was a stunning, deserted beach--except for a man who was previously wearing a “two girls one world cup" tee-shirt who jumped from the cliff above the hole... nude. And watching the sunset over the beach and mountains after spontaneously scaling a mountain by grabbing onto branches in flip flops.
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