5 hrs, 9.2 kms

I finally reach Micoud, a rather run down town, with streets winding through the hills, rather than the typical gridlike pattern . A middle aged fellow in a large van stops for a chat. He lives in... ( you guessed it!) New York City.

"I'm trying to set up a business here." he tells me. "But it's really hard, there are so many obstacles. Sometimes I just want to give up and go back to the US."

It's encouraging to think of emmigrants coming back to invest in their country--I wish this guy the best. He warns me about wandering around this area and ehads on my way.

I decide to heed his warning. I don't even head down to the ery polluted beach. I just look for a place to eat then continue on my way.