03.22.2012 - 03.24.2012
Santa Catalina is a very tiny village at the end of a long dirt road, it has a small beach right into town, but the real beach, the one where all the surfers go, is about 20 minutes walk from it. There are a few restaurants owned by northamericans and maybe some europeans and a couple of local eateries. I stayed right in town at a place named Oasis: it's a simple wooden shack, very clean and with some carachter, 2 dorm rooms on the 2nd floor, decent kitchen on the 1st and a nice porch with hamocks. 2 girls and a german guy are staying there. I arrived there on the same bus with an israeli guy traveling from South America and a girl visiting from Canada. The german guy is traveling from North America going south, whose name was something like Matheus, gave me the insights about the hostel and town, since he had already been there a night. He had actually followed the route that I was following next, so we exchanged ideas and suggestions.
The 1st day I stayed in town hanging out with the Matheus and the israeli guy. We had beers on the porch and then decided to go out to a bar for a drink.
The next day I decided to rent a byke for a half day to get to the beach. Once more a wild scenary beach: the force of nature lets you know how strong it is. Big swells hit against the cliffs at the sides of the beach turning the ocean into a salty mist that fills the the air. It's really beautiful,...to whatch! But the big waves kept me out of the water. I know it'll take me a couple of days to get confident and try the water and get to enjoy the fun side of its roughness, but not enough time: I already decided to hit the road again and go to the next destination.