We decided to walk one of the nearby trails. So we put on our tramping flip flops and got going. We took the water taxi to the western shore, just because it looked like a nice place to walk. All the signs along the track pointed to Las Grietas, so we followed the signs to see where they led.
Very hot and bothered we found a ravine at the end of the path, with the clearest pool of water at the bottom.
Unfortunately, we hadn't thought to bring our swimming gear. We considered swimming in our underwear, but the amount of onlookers (including many children) convinced us not to. We made it back to the boat for a swim, just in time before I spontaneously combusted.
We headed back for a swim a couple of days later with our friends from Dolphin (a 1908, 28ft gaff rig, with Mum, Dad and two kids on board). We were in our flip flops again, despite the rain. In fact, we all were in flip flops. The Dolphin crew had climbed 16km up a volcano in flip flops just a few days before. Sure it was a bit difficult to clamber over sharp, loose (and sometimes steep) volcanic rock in slippery flip flops. It did take a bit of time, but we all made the journey unscathed.
So I'd say, two nil for flip flops!
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