Today I finally convinced Melody to go to the beach with me near Monkey island. Going to the beach there is no easy task. We have to park our bike near the edge of the jungle and hike down on a wild trail. Where to find the trail? Who knows, that was part of the adventure. We headed out and arrived and parked the car at cliff look out. We have seen motorbikes parked there with no drivers nearby. From that postion we have seen local people leisurly fishing from the rocks. Thats what I want to do. But how to get down. We walked around a bit after parking to scope out the potential path to walk down from. Melody keeps talking about the potential for snakes or a monkey raid on my head which has me a little nervous about this adventure. Remember, she is a city girl, I grew up in a forest. After scoping out two seemingly impossible trails, I convicne her to follow me down the third. It looks more like a dry stream bed then a trail but it still the best of the three. Trash is everywhere and it seems we have entered a jungle. As we walk deeper down, a trail becomes more apparent. Will this take us down to the beach? Melody is still not so sure but after some reassurances she follows. She is only wearing sands and I shoes so I am not suprised by her reluctance. The path suddenly become steeper as it becomes obvious we will need ropes to venture further down the trail. Melody spots some venomis centapids but i push her to move on. As we move further down we find some ropes tied to the trees. It turns out they are quite need as the grounds becomes more treterous and the landscape steeper. With my tennis shoes and wilderness experance I move like a panther through the jungle, melody is slower, but understandable. Mosquitos smell the taste of fresh meat and began swarming us. I now understand how jungles are prevenlent of mosqitos. Thousands of mosqitos are flying every directions, dive bombing us. I am protects by a thick coat of red hair. Melody on the other hand finds herself extremely vulnerable. We head down the mountain more, there is no end to our barrage of parasites. I can see the water now and the trail is growing steeper and weaker. The ropes end and I am not sure which way to go. We have 2 options and I start to scope it out. As melody waits for me to conclude she is eatten alive. I survery her legs only to see after her attepmts to ride the mosqitos there are at least 2o still on her upper rear thigh. perhaps 4 per square inch. I help her to kill the parasites and I offer to head back as I am sure she will be very itchy later. I find the route and we continue down to the coast line. Finally there is a clearing and we come out on to rocks, mosqitos still are attacking us from every directions and i tell melody we need to run down further onto the rocks of the beach to ride ourselves of this evil. I feel that sunlight will be our only weapon agaisnt them. We run down next to the crashing shore and are shocked by the beauty for the landcape. The ocean is rough, with no real sand to speak of. Large corse rocks sit powerfully in the water. In the distance I see one man daring to swim a bit. It seems the trail is not completely wild but common to some locals. We walk out onto the beach and the 1 man becomes 2 of three. I am still impressed that even we are inside a large city we can go to wild jungle with monkeys, go down to the shore and see a coast with only a few people. We take some pictures with our cell phone and gaze off into the sea to take the whole view in. I am interested in the spot as I would like to come back and go fishing sometime. We start to walk up the beach and notice the locals are even more alarmed as we move closer to them. One man is sitting on a rock and as my view point changes i see two more men behind the rock, and one off in the distance. A few meters more I realize that one man is naked. I quickly report my findings to melody as I am taller, in front of her, and have better eye site, of the situation and we turn around back towards the trail. We move back to where we have no veiw of the nudist and I can see another man, number 5, in the far background. He is apparently nude as well. I realize they are just here to swim and probably brought no swimming gear. Though strange for me, probably quite normal for them . Also melody is the only girl around. One man fully clothed sees use and keeps moving closer to us. He has been moving towards us the whole time. I was hoping originally to be able to explore for a good fishing spot but my plans are all spoiled. Melody I move back to see if we can walk another direction but it seems to dangerous for her to walk that way. Rock climbing in sandals is usally advized. The man though now is moving closer, and he keeps stopping and looking at us. I tell melody to keep an eye on him as I scope the area. i don't want any trouble from creepy people. Eventually we decide to head back after melody reminds me she needs to use the restroom. We pass back into the mosqitos and this time we are in a near run as we conquer the mountain. At the top we are panting as we just killed ourselves with exersion. It was worth it, and certainly not a day to forget. Also it was the most mosqitos I have ever seen in my life. We got back on the motorbike and drove down the mountain back to our apartment.