Black Beaches

Our next destination is called Santa Catalina, a sleepy little town near the west-coast. It's so little that there's only two stores and when there's no tomatoes anymore you gotta wait till monday when they're re-supplied. We stay in a place called Hostel Rolos. Next day we plan to go to the beach and surf and fish, but when we come to the beach it is very windy and kind of dangerous because of falling coconuts. We decide to turn back and 2 minutes later it starts raining pretty hard. Viktor stays on the beach to fish. After a while it's starts raining twice as hard, but we're already soaking wet so we don't mind. We sing the few phrases "Why does it always rain on me ?", "I'm singing in the rain" and "I'm only happy when it rains" and keep on walking.
The next day the sun is out so we head to the beach (this time we walk to the beach in front of us, which is a 30 sec walk). There we play some frees-bee (Thomas was national champion) and enjoy the black volcanic sand.
The morning after we're leaving with the first bus at 7:00. The bus sometimes drives only 15 meters between pickups as everyone is waiting for it on the doorstep of their house. After 30 minutes we've traveled the distance that you'd cover in 5 minutes with a normal car.