Shell Beach…

Before heading to lunch/dinner (linner? dunch?), we dropped by Praia das Conchas. It was around 16:00 and we hadn’t eaten all day. This was the most remote beach we visited, the smallest and probably the most beautiful. Once again, it was getting late so I thought it best to take a few pictures, chug a beer and beat a hasty retreat.

In the words of McCarthur, “I shall return”.