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The first night at the bar by the beach I try to find information from the locals. Chatting with a young chap I get to know that there is an old man that knows a lot about the giant bones and their secrets. He whispers that the man sitting in the corner is the one to talk to. He goes to him, greets him and introduces me. Then he leaves me alone with him. He is agile and in perfect shape, only the wrinkles of his hands reveal his age.