Spontaneously decided to go to Mar de Ajó

The journey continues and just like backpackers do (now I sound like I've been a backpacker for decades):
The next destination was spontaneously decided at the bus station.

The next stop was...

Mar de Ajó!!!

However, the continuation of the journey didn't start off well for me...
I was sick. Stomach problems, body aches, and headaches.
Great! Perfect timing, body!!! Thanks for that.

Well, while the rest of my group enjoyed the bus ride optimistically and in a good mood, I was increasingly struggling to keep my stomach under control.

Okay, enough about my complaints.
Upon arriving in Mar de Ajó, we started looking for a camping site as we did before.
After a quite long walk, always keeping in mind that we had a 17 kg trekking backpack on our backs, we reached a beautiful camping site right on the beach... unfortunately, it was extremely expensive at 450 pesos (about 20 euros) per night.

Considering my health condition, we booked for 2 nights. While I slept through the rest of the day, Hilmar and Conny explored the nearby beach a bit before the day came to an end.

The next morning, I felt that at least some of my strength was returning.
In the afternoon, to my own surprise, my body allowed me to take a walk along the beach.

I had already been told that there were "shells, snails, or something like that" on the beach that buried themselves in the sand after a wave washed them ashore, and sure enough...
Dozens of little snails (not shells 😉) were washed ashore by a wave and quickly burrowed into the wet sand.
As for me, I had to make an effort to look in time.
Deeply relaxed, with the sun by our side and the sand under our feet, we slowly walked towards dinner...

But (the big BUT oh no 😲) what do you do when the cooker starts acting up and doesn't work...?

You wait for fate to bring you help!
Actually, a woman from a group of middle-aged to older people (sounds strange) offered to cook our noodles on her cooker.

Unbelievable luck!!!

But it got even better.
A man there was celebrating his birthday in a small group. Among them was a man with dreadlocks who was making pizza, which looked quite professional to us.

Can anyone guess what happened then?

Yes. They offered us some slices of pizza. Even one with freshly gathered mussels.

How crazy is that?

Offering wild strangers like us pizza.
I couldn't really comprehend this hospitality.
The whole evening, I was still happy about this small but somehow really big gesture.

Eventually, our extensive dinner ended with a nice conversation.
We got to know Sebastian, a boy who was a few years younger than us.
Cheerful and absolutely not shy, he offered us some alcohol.
I have no idea what it was, but it tasted really good.
As in the last few times, the typical questions were answered first;

What are your names? How old are you? Where are you from? Ah, Germany. What are you doing here?

After a funny yet somehow very exhausting day, we happily crawled into our sleeping bags with more than full stomachs...