Your boat will approach from the south, where the point juts into open water like a stony fist. The captain cuts the engine thirty meters offshore—there's no beach to pull up onto, just platforms of dark igneous rock that descend in uneven terraces toward the sea. You'll wade ashore across submerged stones slick with algae, testing each foothold. The few patches of sand cluster in depressions between boulders, barely large enough to spread a towel.
“The boulder field continues underwater in sculptural formations that create natural aquariums teeming with territorial reef fish.”
Person walking on a sand spit
This beach rewards the prepared. Bring water shoes with real soles; the rocks radiate heat by midday, and barnacles colonize every surface below the high-tide line. The snorkeling, though, ranks among the best in Mochima. Mask up and follow the rocky point as it continues underwater, dropping off in steps and shelves. French angelfish patrol the mid-depth zones, their scales catching light in yellow and black bands. Deeper, where the bottom slopes to five meters, tube sponges cluster like orange fingers reaching upward.
Photographers circle this spot for the dramatic composition: massive rounded boulders in the foreground, the turquoise-to-navy gradient of deep water beyond, and on clear days, the silhouette of islands stacked toward the horizon. Late afternoon light turns the wet rocks golden-bronze, their surfaces studded with tiny mussels that glitter when waves retreat.
