Horribly early 5.45 alarm, in order to make the 7.00 bus to Punta Del Diablo. Took 5 hours rather than the scheduled 4, stopping every couple of hundred metres in every town, village, hamlet, and uninhabited piece of land on the way.
On arrival our promised pick up was nowhere to be seen so we trudged half way to the hostel getting increasingly warm as we got further from the sea and out the wind. Relieved to hear a toot-toot behind us when our lift arrived.
After settling in, waded across the sand dunes to the beach through possibly the most sand we have ever seen in one place. The beach looked lovely - very wide and long, with fun waves and only one person in sight - however the wind proved a tad ferocious causing the sand to whip around you. Sought shelter behind the dunes for a much more pleasant lounging experience. Attempted a swim at one point, but the water temperature seemed to be comparable with Brighton in February - maybe we were just being a couple of Jessies.
Walked through the village to find nearly everything closed, unsure as to whether this was the result of siesta time or it not yet being peak summer - this smallish fishing village had a permanent population of 349 at last count but can be 25,000 at certain times! Did find a lovely little beach hut serving the most delicious fish empanadas however, which we enjoyed overlooking the fishing boat filled bay.
Later on enjoyed the luxury of watching a movie in bed, but were somewhat disappointed for the first time in months to be visited by members of the mosquito family.