Living up to the clueless title we spent serval hours this morning in search of a bus to the beach. It took us three hours to find the right bus despite the fact that we were standing at the right bus stop (this would have been our elimination leg of the amazing race). To our defense the city is very poorly marked. The tourist office told us that the bus would drop us off in view of the beach and we could walk from there. Although this was true, they forgot to explain how to get around the cliff between the stop and the beach. We managed to track down a local headed in the same direction and followed him (perhaps not the best choice but we had roped along two plump German woman who spoke no French and had hired me as a translator. We were sure they would be able to protect us if all else failed). We were led down an graffitied underpass that led to deserted train tracks. Sketchy? YES. Lucky we made it to a staircase to the beach. To be clear… This is the only path to beach. Weird? Once again, YES. I must say that my French is improving drastically but for some reason everyone thinks we are British, and are thus confused and annoyed by our friendliness ( a clear Canadian give a way if you ask us). The way home was a breeze. We may be Clueless at first but we are not incompetent, thank goodness! After a much need siesta we took back to exploring the town. We stumbled down a wobbly street and as we turned the corner we found an inlet lite up by the setting sun. A marina and seaside restaurant lined the shores and the mountain side was littered with colorful stucco decorated with clothes lined out to dry in the hot summer sun.We rested out the rest of the day , preparing ourselves for the 200 kilometer trek beginning tomorrow. We will be out of touch from civilization for a while, but ill say in good faith that we will most likely be alive and well. Keep an eye on the blog and you’ll here from us soon!