Cheap accommodations and early morning fishermen

   Following a long, but good night of riding, I saw that the highway was close to the ocean so I kept a close eye for roads to my right which might lead me to a secluded beach. I was successful in my search and a treacherous access road led me here. After setting up camp and popping open a 60 cent beer (they must subsidize it here) I was mildly disturbed to see the bounding illumination of a flashlight and hear a multitude of voices approaching, it was 2 in the morning. As several men emerged from the thick overgrowth I noticed that one was pushing a wheelbarrow. They were as surprised to see me as I was to see them and one said camp followed by fish. This perplexed me, I was certainly camping but how the hell were they going to fish with a wheelbarrow? I watched as they walked down the beach a bit and then turn back towards the brush, it was here that they uncovered three canoes and carried each to the water and departed.
  I awoke this morning to find the boats in the distance and one guy on shore with a huge fire raging. As I curiously looked on something exploded in the fire and all the canoes began to make their way back to the rendezvous point. This is when I snapped the picture.
  It's going to a full day, I'm about 20 miles from the world largest break in transportation and I'm really looking forward to seeing the canal.
  Wish me luck with the shipping business, it's possible that the bike and I could be in Colombia tomorrow.