We stayed at a camp ground which was run by a guy who called himself the 'Ding Doctor' (surf board fixer). He was an aging hippy surfer who had decided to leave the 'metropolis' of Puerto Escondido for some peace and quiet.
Over dinner we had an American from Georgia notice our Georgian number plates asking if we had really driven that far. We confirmed we had, and he told us that was the second best story he had heard on his trip. We chatted for a little bit, he never told us what the best story was.
As you can see the beach was beautiful and apparently is a protected breeding ground for turtles.
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