A couple of mornings ago we woke up to the sight of an ambulance stuck on the beach. Rosie, my lovely wife, was in need of an ambulance with medical attendants to transport a patient to Guadalajara.
The drivers travelled through the night and sometime in the early morning arrived here in Melaque. Apparently they needed to stop and ask where El Palmar was located and were told we were at the end of the road. How that translated into driving out onto the beach is a mystery known only to them.
