Toward the west end of the beach, this place also boasts a lively scene most evenings, as guests, staff members and the owner (often seen in some type of ceremonial costume of his own making) pass around guitars, patter on African drums and sing trippy songs about their journies along the astral plane. If you’re a traveling musician, you might be able to exchange an evening’s performance for a free night’s stay and breakfast at the (rather dingy) hostel.