This beach place is isolated. How isolated? You can only reach it by hiking something
like
7 kilometers or by taking one of these huge 4X4 tank-like
trucks over the sand to get there. There
are waves crashing all over the place; there are vast sand dunes that go on and on. We ate our lunch on top of one
such dune, where we had spread out our same-blanket-we-take-everywhere, and made peanut
butter and banana sandwiches. It was great, and I don't just mean because we got to delight our tastebuds with the
mmm-mmm goodness of Jif Extra Crunchy peanut butter (our last of two precious jars), but also because we looked out at the vast Atlantic, and because we
were together in this cool place, and because we could see God's wonderful creation
in yet another of its interesting manifestations.
Also I've posted, just for fun, a picture of some beach-kill. It's a stingray, and, even though I'm no forensic pathologist, I'm pretty sure it died of the big shark bite that took out its whole middle and backside.
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