On our first day here, we went on a boat tour arranged by an American
guy living and working at Otres. There were seven of us on this mini tour, and
we had a stunning day for it. We visited Bamboo Island, a gorgeous island
uninhabited apart from the one guesthouse’s cluster of bungalows. Here we swam
and snorkelled about, went for a walk, and had a delicious seafood barbecue on
the beach. We also went cliff jumping before heading back to the mainland.
Early one morning (around 5am) I woke up to a rustling noise
in the thatching of our bungalow room. I thought it was a mouse or rat or
something, so put on my glasses to investigate. To my astonishment, I saw a
hole which had been made by parting the thatching, and through this hole, a
large, human, eye staring at me. I shouted “hey!,” and a male voice replied “what!”
before the eye retreated. I jumped out of bed and raced around to the outside
to spot the peeping tom. All I saw however was a retreating back strolling away
into a paddock. I was a little disturbed by the thought of someone apparently
watching us as we slept. We changed places that day anyway, so no need to worry
about a return visit. I did mention this to someone later however, and they
explained there had been some robberies lately; probably our peeping tom was
scoping out our room and valuables and would return later to pinch them.
We strolled down Otres beach’s one road, and settled in at
Everything is Everything, another bar/restaurant/guesthouse. Our bungalow here
was right on the beach, and caught the all-important cooling breeze. While the
amenities were basic here, the location and the atmosphere was superb and we
found ourselves staying a few days at Otres. Everything is Everything is run by
two Aussie guys, and the whole vibe was super relaxed (also partly because it
was the low season – for a couple of days it was just us staying there).
There were quite a few nice little guesthouses, restaurants
and bars at Otres (although hard to find local food), and a great crowd there.
Chatting to some of the expats who have ended up living and working in the
guesthouses there, we could see the appeal. Towards the end of our stay at
Otres however, the weather really started to pack in which was a shame, so we
moved on, bidding farewell to our relaxing sojourn at the beach.
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