South America

Crabs. Thousands of crabs. The beach living, pincer having kind. That was our next campsite. We were staying in Punta Sal a town with only 20 residents but a beautiful beach. With nothing else to do but enjoy the bar, beach or sea this was relaxing time.

On the way we had already had the fun of breaking down – fan belt broke and then being stuck in a nowhere town for two hours. It even had a cock fighting ring with the chickens tied outside so you could pick which one you wanted to fight- eugh.

We arrived late at night so at first I didn’t see the pesky little critters running around but once I got my flashlight out I realised the whole beach was full of baby and adult red crabs all waiting to pinch my toes. Everyone was walking around on tip toes, now and again you’d hear a scream as someone discovered one in their tent, sleeping bag, trousers….

The next couple of days were spent wandering around the nearby town or sitting on the beach. Ollie went horse riding along the beach, I’ve realised I like being able to sit down and for this reason will never get on a horse again. A couple of the guys went deep sea fishing for the day at the bargain price of $650, we lit up a BBQ expecting a feast of fresh tuna or something similarly BIG that had been promised by the fisherman. We all went hungry when they brought home a 2lb nondescript white fish.

Hours passed with beach cricket, sunbathing, sangria and swimming and everyone was revitalized by the end. Theres not at lot to write about Punta Sal, but time was well spent.