Three years ago, as I was exploring some of the secluded beaches north of Manzanillo, I happened across a 68 year old woman who was camped out in a small palapa built on the beach. She was from Wisconsin and every November she drove her 1980's Suburban down to the area, sourced out a small town on a beach, paid minimal rent to the property owner and camped out for 5 months.
My wife and I got a tour of her small rustic accommodations and chatted with her for almost an hour. She bought fish from the local fishermen, produce from the local farmers, and her drinking water from the nearby village.
She had been doing this each year for more than a decade. We sat, talked, and watched the sunset. She volunteered and taught English at the local school, swam in the ocean every day and the village "adopted" her. When I asked about coping with the solitude--she was accompanied by a midsized multibreed dog--she responded by pointing to the setting sun and said:
"This, is as good as it gets."
The beach (Tenacatita) where she was camping, has since become inaccessible due to an property ownership dispute, but every time I am exploring the small beaches in the area--I look for the adventurer.