We were greeted in the darkness by a fellow wearing a towel and describing himself as the gardener. Imagine a cross between George Carlin and Cheech and Chong and you get an idea of this laidback man's character. All he ever wore was a towel...if we were lucky. I did not get a photo of the hot springs. It turns out the springs were a clothing optional area. Note the big smile on Jeff's face. I thought it might be bad form to wander around snapping photos.
You can see some of the deep sandy surface we encountered in the darkness to get to this place. It also took some effort to extract the big bikes from this morass.