We left out of the back gate of the compound for our walk on the beach. It took quite a bit of back and forth between these guards and the ones at the front gate before we were actually released. Fortunately, it was a cloudy day because, even though it's winter down here the sun is intense. As we leave the compound, we are confronted with miles and miles of beach. The surf is pounding and M says, dangerous. He's only known an experienced Australian surfer to venture out into its waters. Except for three young boys and their dog, we pass no one until we reach a rock jetty where fishermen are throwing their lines.
The jetty hides pipe carrying effluent that M says is mostly alkaline water with a little magnesium which he says is fairly harmless. Later, we will follow the road along the side of the compound where the pipeline extends.
We walk for over an hour on sand beside the surf seeing very little except a few scuttling crabs. Eventually, we arrive at a restaurant located just off the beach. Large umbrella like structures with roofs of rafia and four posts holding them up. Two have collapsed. We sit on the deck of the restaurant and order beers and water from the two boys in charge. K claims that with a little work and advertising, the place could become a going concern. I'm not so sure. Without the possibility of activity in the beach I'm not sure what you would do. Perhaps if there was a very good chef but if these boys are it, that wouldn't be the case. Mind you, the French fries we ordered weren't too bad.
By the time we got home, I felt that I'd had a little too much sun so I felt forced to take a mersandol which pretty much put me out of commission for the rest of the evening.
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