One morning, I woke up early from the Backpackers and ran down the beach. On the way back I saw what appeared to be a baptism in the ocean. A man in red robes was holding a staff with a cross at the top. He was yelling something out, while occasionally getting knocked over by a wave. He then brought a younger kid out and dunked him in the waves. This continued as two older ladies stood on shore, beating a drum while watching. [Photo by: Joel Mueller]