Boca de Iguanas
We drove through a few surf spots along the way to check out some waves, including a spot called Tecuan. This abandoned town has strong ocean currents. There wasn’t anyone around for miles although we did spot a women walking slowly down the creepy dusty road. We felt we could have stayed there unnoticed, but there were no waves to be found.
We continued to head south to Boca de Iguanas. This camp is expensive and the waves were small but we knew it was getting late and we needed to camp. We soon met the only other group of people camping. Dorian was not fond of these three guys as they were really drunk, so we politely tried the shrimp they offered us and then found a spot to camp further towards the southern end of the campground. Unfortunately we found out later that we were not far enough away when the drunkest of the three decided to prance around naked on the beach trying to get our attention.
Boca de Iguanas didn’t have any frills although it did have gorgeous palm trees of all sizes. Dorian was able to fix the ungrounded electricity the campground provided. Although the facilities weren’t that nice, the different levels of foliage gave us a lot of privacy and was amazing to be around.
Later that night Dorian cracked us open a coconut and a bottle of wine. We didn’t want to set up camp completely so we hung out until dark and rested our traveling bones.
As we woke I started experiencing excruciating abdominal pain. Dorian said “ah, you just have mexibelly” and I was not worried. We packed up and headed towards highway 200 again. We were both sick of one nighters so we continued our journey south in search of waves and a place to stay for a couple of weeks.
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