We continued to make our way up the coast. This time, we stopped in the tiny fishing village of Santo Thomas. We had to drive about 30 miles of rough gravel road to get to this out of the way location. Due to my ninja driving skills, our rental VW Jetta loaded with 4 full-grown men and luggage only bottomed out once! However, we got a puncture flat on the way back out.
In Santo Thomas there was a small hotel, but no restaurant. Thankfully one of the locals hooked us up with some raman noodles. Staying in a little shack on a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean was quite an experience.
Big thanks to ProPeninsula and Lonely Planet Magazine for purchasing and publishing multiple images from my trip! How awesome is it to actually get paid to travel! (Yes, that was bragging.)
Sunrise the next morning.
Heading to work for the day. One of the fishermen told me that he would take me fishing for about $5.
After a few days of R&R, we had to start making our way back up the peninsula. We crossed through the desert again, and ended in the small fishing village of Santa Rosalilita. The pictures don’t really tell the story of what it was like to end up in a small village where nobody spoke any English and where there was not a restaurant or a hotel to be found. My two brothers and father wanted to turn and try to keep going, but I knew we could not leave. This is where the adventure would begin.
Soon, we found a lady who worked in the town’s only market, and who invited us into her home and cooked us the best fish tacos of our entire trip. It was great to meet her family, and get a feel for what it might be like to live in a small fishing village that only got electrical power less than a year ago! We also located a four-room hotel that was just finishing construction. Though it did not yet have a sign, my brother Mark was able to knock on the owners door and negotiate a room for us.
I’ve never seen a church with two shells on the outside of it like this one.
by P-Lo
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