Today we decided to get up really early (for us, that's about 7:30 am) and walk over to the beach to see the early morning fishing action. Every morning when the fishermen come in with their catch, one end of the beach is hopping. Fish are weighed, cleaned, cut, bought, and sold. People and dogs congregate on the sand. Birds swarm and squawk. It was quite an interesting scene, and it was well worth rising early to see it.
Big fish.
Fishermen in the harbour.
Beach dogs!
I lured a member of the beach dog gang over to me. This poor little girl was so starved for love but also so afraid of people. I won her over easily and the other dogs left her behind while I lavished affection on her.
Young hammerhead sharks. Ew.
Big fish being weighed.
Boat with pelicans and frigate birds.
This man threw fish scraps from his bucket and the frigates instantly started swarming around him. We were standing nearby and got caught in the huge flock of flapping frigates.
To lauch the boats from the beach, the fishermen would put them on logs and roll them into the water. This boat required a real team effort to get it into the water.
On our way back to our hostel, we came across a lone donkey on the beach. We have no idea what it was doing there; we suspect that it must have gotten loose and wandered off. It was in pretty rough shape and it was eating these little tiny patches of weeds that were growing here and there in the sand. The donkey was on a particularly filthy part of the beach, as shown in the photo. There was something so sad about this rough and ragged little Eeyore plucking scraggly little weeds out of the sand from amongst the garbage.
Of course, this little donkey made me quite sad, so I went and picked some greenery for her and fed her. She gladly ate what I offered her, until Dave also tried to feed her and she ran away!
After taking off, the donkey found some crackers to snack on. I know we have a lot of donkey photos, but I was really taken with her. She just seemed so out of place there on the beach...probably how the local fishermen thought about us as we stood on the beach watching their early morning transactions and taking photos!
After our early morning beach trip we went up to the terrace of our hotel to work on our laptops for a bit. We loved the people who worked in the hostal where we were staying - we concluded that they were the best employees in the entire country! They were a really nice young couple with an incredibly cute and bright little 5-year-old boy. They didn't own the hotel, but they lived there and managed it. The "mother," Gina, made us breakfast every morning. The "father," whose name we never quite understood, was one of the nicest, friendliest, smiliest, most polite people we've ever met. And the son, Josue, was always trying to frighten us and was particularly fond of playing with Dave. Anyway, Josue saw us working on our laptops and was absolutely fascinated. I started showing him photos and he was amazed. He and his mom pulled up chairs and I ended up sitting and showing them photos of Canada, New York, and other places we've visited for over an hour. They really enjoyed it, and so did I.
From our seat on the terrace, we could see the road and the beach. This cow was wandering down the middle of the road and was heading for the beach. After seeing the wandering donkey earlier in the day, we thought that it might have been normal for animals to roam free. However, Gina also seemed to think it was a strange sight, and pointed it out to Josue, who squealed with glee. She said it must've gotten away from its owner. I just couldn't get over how skinny the cow was!
That afternoon, we had to take a trip to the nearby (well, it's actually about an hour and a half away!) town of Montanita to use an ATM. There are no cash machines in Puerto Lopez and no one takes credit cards. Dave took this photo from the window of the bus on the way to Montanita.
Pretty home with flowers on the way to Montanita.
Typical home on the way to Montanita.
These granizado (like granita or shaved ice or sno cones) vendors are really common. They use a hand cranked machine with a blade to shave a big block of ice, then they add flavoured syrup from bottles.
This was a car we saw in Montanita that we thought was awesome. The guy was apparently some kind of taxi driver. What a sweet ride!
Today we decided to get up really early (for us, that's about 7:30 am) and walk over to the beach to see the early morning fishing action. Every morning when the fishermen come in with their catch, one end of the beach is hopping. Fish are weighed, cleaned, cut, bought, and sold. People and dogs congregate on the sand. Birds swarm and squawk. It was quite an interesting scene, and it was well worth rising early to see it.
Big fish.
Fishermen in the harbour.
Beach dogs!
I lured a member of the beach dog gang over to me. This poor little girl was so starved for love but also so afraid of people. I won her over easily and the other dogs left her behind while I lavished affection on her.
Young hammerhead sharks. Ew.
Big fish being weighed.
Boat with pelicans and frigate birds.
This man threw fish scraps from his bucket and the frigates instantly started swarming around him. We were standing nearby and got caught in the huge flock of flapping frigates.
To lauch the boats from the beach, the fishermen would put them on logs and roll them into the water. This boat required a real team effort to get it into the water.
On our way back to our hostel, we came across a lone donkey on the beach. We have no idea what it was doing there; we suspect that it must have gotten loose and wandered off. It was in pretty rough shape and it was eating these little tiny patches of weeds that were growing here and there in the sand. The donkey was on a particularly filthy part of the beach, as shown in the photo. There was something so sad about this rough and ragged little Eeyore plucking scraggly little weeds out of the sand from amongst the garbage.
Of course, this little donkey made me quite sad, so I went and picked some greenery for her and fed her. She gladly ate what I offered her, until Dave also tried to feed her and she ran away!
After taking off, the donkey found some crackers to snack on. I know we have a lot of donkey photos, but I was really taken with her. She just seemed so out of place there on the beach...probably how the local fishermen thought about us as we stood on the beach watching their early morning transactions and taking photos!
After our early morning beach trip we went up to the terrace of our hotel to work on our laptops for a bit. We loved the people who worked in the hostal where we were staying - we concluded that they were the best employees in the entire country! They were a really nice young couple with an incredibly cute and bright little 5-year-old boy. They didn't own the hotel, but they lived there and managed it. The "mother," Gina, made us breakfast every morning. The "father," whose name we never quite understood, was one of the nicest, friendliest, smiliest, most polite people we've ever met. And the son, Josue, was always trying to frighten us and was particularly fond of playing with Dave. Anyway, Josue saw us working on our laptops and was absolutely fascinated. I started showing him photos and he was amazed. He and his mom pulled up chairs and I ended up sitting and showing them photos of Canada, New York, and other places we've visited for over an hour. They really enjoyed it, and so did I.
From our seat on the terrace, we could see the road and the beach. This cow was wandering down the middle of the road and was heading for the beach. After seeing the wandering donkey earlier in the day, we thought that it might have been normal for animals to roam free. However, Gina also seemed to think it was a strange sight, and pointed it out to Josue, who squealed with glee. She said it must've gotten away from its owner. I just couldn't get over how skinny the cow was!
That afternoon, we had to take a trip to the nearby (well, it's actually about an hour and a half away!) town of Montanita to use an ATM. There are no cash machines in Puerto Lopez and no one takes credit cards. Dave took this photo from the window of the bus on the way to Montanita.
Pretty home with flowers on the way to Montanita.
Typical home on the way to Montanita.
These granizado (like granita or shaved ice or sno cones) vendors are really common. They use a hand cranked machine with a blade to shave a big block of ice, then they add flavoured syrup from bottles.
This was a car we saw in Montanita that we thought was awesome. The guy was apparently some kind of taxi driver. What a sweet ride!
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