Tracing the shore or the path in the woods to the right past the Salsa Brava Rasta Bar will lead you to this little hidden gem. Dusk could be the perfect time because aside from the ever-changing hues in the horizon, everyone has retired for the day already.
An abandoned boat sat on the left when confronting the sea and I had to cross a sort of confluence, while the tide was revving up on a gloomy day, to get to it. Biking from Puerto Viejo is the way to go as you can drop by Playa Cocles, Playa Chiquita, and Playa Punta Uva along the way. Get those legs ready.
With the temperature hitting zero degrees and some movement while the shutter was still at work, it appears as if my soul was departing. Or was it Voldermort summoning us Death Eaters? In any case, the choc’late helped.