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Old Navy road to Playa Grande
This roller coaster ride is repeated three times until you crest the final hill and there,
before you, lies the shining Caribbean, fringed by towering blackish-green palm trees and
backed by a broad lagoon.
It was so extravagantly travelogue-beautiful we actually laughed out loud.
The final stretch of road leading to the beach was deeply rutted, even by island stand-
ards, and very overgrown. Palm fronds slapped the windshield, prickly pears scratched the
car doors. A furtive-looking mongoose shot across the road in front of us. To our left,
through the thick seagrapes, we caught occasional glimpses of the sparkling water.
Then, quite abruptly, we came to a concrete barrier upon which someone had spray-
painted, in a sprawling hand,
Bridge out.
Thanks for the update.
It was a huge beach (hence its name) and there wasn't a soul in sight. To the east
stretched a long curving expanse of sand that led, in the far distance, to a promontory bey-
ond which we suspected Esperanza lay. (Michael later confirmed this with his trusty map.)
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