Palomino, 7th Dec. '24.

After yesterday's long hike, a lazy day was needed, so I explored a new street/ginnel/alley, and found a woman selling food in makeshift cafe (a common thing here). It was pretty good too. I must go back.
The beach was calling but I didn't go for a swim. Tomorrow maybe.
Instead I read for a while and watched the surfing students being harangued by their instructor from the safety of a plastic chair on the beach.
On the way back to the digs, I managed not to buy a shirt from one of the roadside shops dotted along the way. Why can't they put prices on anything? Is is just to confuse us, get us into a single-ended conversation, is the price negotiable, or was the price based on what they think you can afford and indeterminate anyway. I did't take the bait.
Yes, a quiet day.Читать далее