Bahia Concepcion. Pictures of this place tantalized us for years. Always a random picture with some adventuremobile, a palapa, and an epic view. At the time it looked like some far away, unobtainable scene. Well, we finally made it, and man was it wonderful! Not the out of the way, secluded place we had conjured in our heads, but it served up heapings of good times and some awesome memories.
Rasta and Rose have been loving the vanlife. Especially Rasta, prancing around with the sand between his toes, sunning his pink belly, and shyly, awkwardly, roaming around our neighbors’ campsites. He never fails to make us lots of new friends.
Here in Bahia Concepcion, Rasta introduced us to two local couples from Guerro Negro. This made an extremely memorable weekend for us. One of our four new amigos spoke good English and invited us over to their campfire to play music, sing, and drink. We took turns playing and singing all night. Our new friends really got a kick out of my ukulele, never seeing one in person. We all got borracho (drunk), laughed, and enjoyed trying to speak each other’s languages. The next day we went diving for clams and had a lovely meal of fresh clam ceviche, with cucumber fruta salad. Feeling much love and blessings, our stay in Bahia Concepcion was not over.
We ran into many other overlanders during our stay. There are a handful of people we continue to cross paths with. A roaming community of sorts, with whom we shared stories of past travels and dreams of future explorations. All with the beautiful Bahia Concepcion as a backdrop.
One of the last things to find a home in the van was our new snorkel sets. It seemed as though we were constantly moving, shuffling, and touching these each and every time we needed to get to something! They eventually found a home on the roof. After hauling them around all this time, we finally put them to good use. Armed with a sling spear and fresh snorkel gear, I was off to look for lunch! Wonder why I didn’t wait till the waters edge to put on these flippers? I learned quickly, flippers are not made for walking!
Fumbling down to the waters edge, I might as well of done a cannonball, scaring all of the fish away. Ok, I was in, now to hunt down those fish! But wait a minute, how does this spear work? Yes, I am a real fricken kook! It didn’t take me long to realize, better just do one step at a time. I brought the spear back to the van, before I accidentally shot myself in the flipper.
This time Jodi accompanied me to the water. I looked over to give her a laugh, figuring she was struggling like me, but she was off, halfway across the cove! What the hell?! I floundered around in the knee deep water a bit, before finally starting on my way. After awhile I began to get the hang of the flippers, not sounding so much like a diesel powered barge.
We spent several hours in the water, marveling at all of the sea life. But like always, fresh water, hot showers, and good ole internet beckoned us out of paradise.
