Dominical
Dominical is the sort of place I was hoping to find along this journey.
It is barely signposted from the main road, and the main drag of town, if you can even call it that, is a stretch of dirt road one line of palm trees back from the sand.
You can see the market stalls which vendors have fashioned out of driftwood and that sell all the usual sarongs, wood carvings, towels, tshirts advertising the local beer, jewellery, etc
There is usually a lovely sea breeze which takes the edge of the heat, although as usual that never really goes away.
The surf here at first glance loooks epic but upon closer scrutiny you can see that it is just board snapping beach break with no shoulder to ride unless you had a jet powered board.
I have met a few cool people here including one American called George who I’m going surfing with later, that is if this morning’s torrential rain doesn’t put us off. As usual I have been up since before dawn so am waiting for him to join me.
I am staying in the Tortilla Flats which are next to the beach. In fact the only thing between me and the sand is the bar, which for some reason has proved something of a distraction during my stay here. It is the best bar in town and where people gather to watch the sun setting. To illustrate the proximity to the beach see Rob vs Keith.
My room is basic but cheap although I’m regretting not going for air conditioning again. (I have promised myself that the next place I stay will be like a palace.)
Tortilla Flats has its own skate ramp which seems to draw in the local kids. Many of them take an interest in my car but nothing untoward has occurred as a result.
The only other thing to report is that I have been warned about the river which is a few hundred metres away. I should use caution if walking along it because the 20 foot crocodiles in it have a a habit of attacking people on the footpath. Apparantly they are rather fond of dogs and have eaten nearly 50 in the last year alone!
I think I will go for a swim somewhere else then.