The Saturday before we left for Santa Cruz, I finally got to go beach camping . It was surprisingly difficult to find a taxi driver willing to take us. There were ten of us in all and we ended up needing two taxis. After a 30 minute ride through the highlands we arrived at a gorgeous, white sand beach: Puerto Chino. The sand there is soft, unlike the sand at Playa Mann or Punta Carola. We played in the cold water and attempted to surf, although the waves were a bit too small.
Puerto Chino, you'll notice all the little Darwin's finches around the surfboards
Hermit Crab (there were tons of these on the beach)
Surfboards
I think my first attempt at surfing may have scared me for life because my second attempt was super short. Anyway, we hung out on the beach and climbed up some rocks to see the blue-footed boobies. Then, the sun went down. It got dark very quickly and we scrambled to find flashlights. We played never-have-I-ever and sardines in the dark. It was cloudy, so we couldn’t see stars.
Eventually though, the clouds disappeared and we could see the stars and, at one point, the moon. Every time I woke up during the night, the sky looked different. I kept having to find my glasses so that I could see the stars.
Overall, the experience was fun, but I don’t think I’d want to do it again. It was way too cold to not have sleeping bags and defending our stuff from the rats was annoying. The rats are invasive, btw, and were carried here by humans, probably as stow-aways on ships. The sand was amazing to walk in, but it got everywhere and I’m still finding it amidst all my stuff.
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