Beach life in Concón

The morning started with terrible coffee, but the lady of the house personally cooked eggs for me. It seems like she wants to save the reputation of the 'hotel'. So I set off to explore the northern half of this interesting coastal town. There is a small beach called the 'yellow' beach, and then a very long one, actually at the mouth of the Rio Aconcagua. Once again, I dip my feet in meltwater from the highest mountain in America. It clears up at noon and the beach weather is perfect. I get thirsty at noon. A Franconian saying goes 'a Fiesch mou schwimma'. Yes, here are only fish restaurants again. I add this to the beer, so to speak. No matter what I say to the waiter in the well-filled restaurant 'Central', there is only 1 set menu. The waitresses rush around. 1. Tomato-onion stuff with fresh coriander and bread roll. 2. Empanada (with a choice of cheese or seafood) 3. Clam soup 4. Baked fish in batter with rice or French fries. Everything tastes good and everyone eats almost the same thing. The young waitress grins and I praise the food - not bad, unintentionally. I visit a kind of nature reserve where I am almost completely alone. The restaurants are crowded at the same time. Finally, in the Pacific Ocean - thanks to the Humboldt Current (named after the German naturalist Alexander von H., the opposite of the Gulf Stream in terms of temperature) brr, but once I was in - the great waves are so much fun. The surfing youth all wear wetsuits. After 5 PM, the beach starts to fill up, but almost no one is wearing swimwear, instead they wear jackets and are generally dressed warmly. What kind of soft people are these? Later, I try to navigate through a residential area, but encounter high fences. Here, freedom ends due to increased security needs: walls, access control, barbed wire, and electric fences. Completely exaggerated in my opinion!