The hills above Playa Camaronel

Settled in for the next 4 weeks. Having met the rental owner, Jerry, in Samara we drove to his home above Camaronel Bay. We thought it was going to be close to town a mile or two at the most. It was instead more than 7 miles back south with the final 2 miles back on dirt roads and across one stream. Typical. The last pitch of dirt was coccyx busting. We were greeted by two howling dogs and a staff of housekeeper and gardener that live on site. It was quite the place with the guest unit downstairs with its own private lanai teak Adirondac type chairs, local wood beams, bamboo ceiling treatment and teak floors. Very tastefully done. Very upscale forest safari like but without the animal skins. Lots of granite, slate like tiles and vessel sinks. Oh also a long pool overlooking the vally and the beach of Camaronal close enough to see and hear the breakers. Very few other homes here in this large valley and bay and they are well hidden. A few lights in the hills at night is all that gives them away.
This will be a very pleasant place to stay in spite of the distance to Samara. All in all very contemporary indeed.
10 days later we are still here. Done this and that, a lot of grocery shopping, looking at property, a lot of pool time and finally a little ocean time. These beaches here, though plentiful and long, have no public amenities. There are no restrooms or showers. Consequently a day at the beach usually involves a lot of salty sticky skin and swimming with that organic seaweedy smell we all love but cannot wash off. It does not help that this week is a week of temperatures in the high 80's with little breeze. It is before 8AM and already in the 80s. The heat is intense, the air unmoving and the cicadas send a ringing into your brain that seems to only amplify the slow burn.
Our rent a car's air conditioning does not work and we are thinking of driving 27 miles, one way, to a quaint beach, Playa Garza, we came accross many years before. There is nothing there save a single grass hut stocked with coolers beneath a few palm trees serving beer. The last time we were there a half dozen laborers and drivers were lying in the shade on logs sleeping. That was it save for a boat or two bobbing inside the reef line difficult to focus on due to the brightness and reflectance of the sunlight. It might be worth the drive anyway. Beats sitting around here with even the howler monkeys too hot to howl.
The pool needs a netting but since the owner headed back to the mainland Santos the gardener seems to have slipped back into Rican time. I would do it myself if I knew where the equipment was as a dip sounds good. Ah life can be so hard eh?
Speaking of "eh" we met a Canadian developer who is interested in some architectural design for his residence and condo projects. I'll meet with him again come this Monday but I'm not too sure about coming out of retirement just yet. We shall see.
Hasta la vista