We spotted a beach fishing village that looked interesting, so we headed down and through it on the motorcycle. The humble subsistence inhabitants gave us inquisitive, yet friendly, glances.
Fishing pangas at rest
There were tables set up covered with thousands of fish with people quickly cleaning them under a thatched roof - not a job I would volunteer for!
Workers cleaning the sea's bounty
We rode a few miles up the broad, firm, sandy beach and back before exiting back to the main road through farm plots that reminded Jordan of rural Thailand. They even had rice paddies.
After 121 km, we were back where we started on Ruby 16 days ago - Bahía de Caráquez.