Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Zipolite to Zihuatenejo

It's been a while! Last we left off, we were in Zipolite, poor Oli was struck down by some bad papaya juice, and I was sipping beer by my lonesome. Oli did make it out to the beach for one last drink that night, but two sips in his tummy caught back and he was down for the count. I grabbed the check and we called it and early night.

The next morning we checked out of our grub ridden bungalow, caught a cab to Pachutla, and then a couple hour bus to Puerto Escondido. Our next cabbie had loads of trouble finding our next sanctuary, and after three times as long as it should have taken, we found our way to Casa de Dan y Carmen. We had a lovely little room with a fantastic view and cable tv. We spent our time in Escondido eating yummy food, vegging out, and even doing laps in the hotel pool. Oli mainly did the laps.. I acquired some little Mexican girls who enjoyed holding onto my legs while I dragged them around the pool, and also liked to hook their fingers into my belly button to hold onto me while I swam. Cute as they were, I didn't appreciate the belly hooks.

Also while we were in Escondido, we passed a cafe/library that had extremely familiar art. We finally went in, and the art was by Justine Ward, who does out art for the festival! She did a gorgeous mosaic, as well as some fabulous art on the walls. Incredible!
We really did want to surf while we we were there, but the surf was far far too strong for beginners. So we decided to do a day of scuba! We teamed up with Lorenzo, our divemaster, and headed out to swim with some fishies. Strangely enough, this was our first experience with a heavy surge. We have encountered heavy currents before, but in those situations you really just go with the flow. With a surge, you are thrown backwards and forwards, up and down. It is a lot more difficult to ensure you don't bang into any precious coral, or hurt yourself! Additionally, the visibility was awful, so you really needed to keep a close eye on your spatial awareness. The dives were not a wash though- we watched an octopus go nutso and all inky, and also found our first Spanish dancer! Good times.

We then ventured to Acapulco for an evening on our way to Zihuatenejo. The bus ride was long and awful, and arriving in Acapulco was just smelly. It literally smelled like raw sewage everywhere we went, even in our $100/night splurge of a hotel room. Gross. We did have yummy tacos and watched lightening touch down less than 500 meters away from us, so the layover wasn't for nothin'! We also stopped in at a Mexicana office and confirmed that our flights ARE still valid. Horray! We hopped on another bus and headed to Zihua. I feel like we've spent our lives on shitty transportation.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Piccies

Here are the pics that we promised, another blog to come soon.....

Oaxaca



Zipolite and Puerto Escondido



Enjoy!

p.s. New beer photos too!!

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Evening invaders and too much sun

Zipolite is a pleasure. Gorgeous beaches, friendly locals, cheap beer, and yummy food! Our cabaña is interesting to say the least. It harbors more life than one would initially expect. After our first night here, we awoke to find a large family of grubs living in our shower, which is less a shower and more a corner of the bathroom with a shanty tap rigged to a beam, spewing out salt water. We can only surmise that our grubby little friends live in the smelly drain, and regardless of our attempts to relocate said family, they always resurface, slugging their way across the floor, even once visiting us right next to our bed. Maybe it's them that are smelly and not the drain; either way, there is a pungent odor of rotting onions/old man breath that permeates the room. The grubs are not the most exciting visitor, that honor belongs to a poorly deceased crab. While starting to dig out my bikini for a day of fun in the sun, I noticed an amputated crab leg on top of my backpack. Upon confirming the specimen with Oli and discarding it outside, I moved my bag and discovered the owner of the leg, an upside down crabby, that was missing not one but three legs. Where are the other two legs, and pray tell, how did the original leg end up three feet higher than the rest of the body? Something wicked this way comes. We can only guess that there was a brutal crab fight, and the winner took off with his earnings. I say it was a python, Oli tells me I'm ridiculous. Either way, there was a fight to the death, mere inches from my feet, and I am pleased to say the fighter has not resurfaced. Another pet that we have spied is a large moth that also likes to find it's way into our baño. It has the wingspan of a large bat, and thankfully does not hang out while we are in the area. After living on a farm since February one would have thought us prepared for such invasions, but I must admit these particular species are new to us in domestic form.

We lounged on the beach, Oli determined to bronze his newly toned physique. You can all guess how well that turned out, as sadly I am not permitted to post any pictures. Needless to say, after that first tanning sesh, I was left to brave the suns rays alone while Oli put some of our beer donations to use in the safety of a shaded bar.

And this is exactly how we have spent the last few days. Before our arrival here, I had grandiose dreams of finally learning to surf, but unfortunately the current is such that I can hardly enter the water above my ankles without flopping over and giving all the nudies a show. Yes, our end of the beach is rampant with the free of heart and free of clothes crowd, which at least gives Oli something to gaze at over his Coronas.

We have come to the end of our days in this free-wheeling town. Tomorrow we shall catch another bus and head up the coast to Puerto Escondido in search of cheap diving. As I type overlooking the waves, and sipping my Indio, my better half is bedridden with a bellyache. Let's hope he recovers soon enough for one last moonlit beer in our little paradise. We promise to enter a dreaded Internet cafe soon and upload the pictures of our adventures thus far. Until next time... Stay classy.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Birthday, beers and beaches

We spent my dreaded 26th birthday gorging on huevos and chocolate, and the night ended after a fab margarita and not so fab mezcal, tasting too much like bandaids for comfort. Another year bites the dust.

On Sunday we hopped on a public bus up to Monte Albán, the old Zapotec city of ruins. Gorgeous views of the city, but far too many people to linger long. Once back in town we did a little self guided tour of the chocolate factories, and we were proud of our restraint. We needed to pack up and say adios to Oaxaca- thanks for all the delicious mole and chocolate!
We arose at 6 am to head to the dingy second class bus station, and the skies were pitch black until our departure. We managed to get one last chocolate con leche in before we boarded the bus from hell. What was supposed to be a 7 hour trip turned out to be anything but. Have we forgotten the cardinal rule?! Whilst traveling with a lonely planet guide, one must first and foremost double all prices listed, regardless of how recently it was published, one must also never ever expect a bus to arrive at it's estimated time. This bus was a true Mexican gem- threadbare seats, less than no legroom, hotter and colder than one thought possible, and packed to the gills. We picked up every person along the way, which extended our journey by at least two hours. And stubborn Oli wouldn't let me pack provisions- eating roadside is fun! While I agree, it's always good to have a backup. Needless to say, when we finally arrived in Pochutla at 4, we had consumed only that hot chocolate at 6:45 am and some warm water. We found an ATM, screamed "to hell with it" and hopped in a taxi to take us to Zipolite. Twice the price of a colectivo, but at a price of 100 pesos we arrived at our hotel in half the time. We checked into our place; we have a cabaña a few steps from the beach for less than $20. Ok, so the digs are less than luxurious but there is some semblance of a private bathroom, a fan, and a tolerable bed with a mosquito net. It will do! We dropped off our bags and headed next door for some much needed food and beverages. Revived, we explored the town. Zipolite is a tiny beach town which is reportedly overrun by naked hippies, but we have yet to encounter this demographic. It was "discovered" by a bunch of hippies back in the 60's as a perfect place to watch the eclipse, and the tourists have been coming back ever since. Cheap places to pop up a tent, $1 beers, and ten foot swells keep the frugal minded backpackers happy. As for the naked part, there are a fair bunch of naturalists, but they seem mainly of the domestic type, both male and female. And as is usually the case, those who bare all are the type you wouldn't necessarily WANT to see all of. But hey, everyone is having a blast, they are all super friendly, and why not shake what yo momma gave you?

We grabbed a few corona familiars and lounged on the rocks, swatting at the insatiable mozzies and having a ball. I must mention that some filming of one of my favorite movies, Y Tu Mama Tambien, took place here by the way. Not too shabby!

We went to bed early, pooped from our bus ride. I was pleased that I remembered my earplugs, as the only things louder than the crashing waves were the squeals of delight from our neighbors, who clearly love the free love aspect of the place.

This morning we headed into town, a block off of the beachfront, for delish huevos oaxaquena and tacos. The rest of our day has comprised of enjoying the sun and fighting the riptide just off the shore. Is it beer o'clock yet!? Thanks to our dear beer donators, we will have to start getting our thank u pix up! For now, I am writing on my iPhone, trying to keep the masses updated! Wifi on the beach, who knew? And how on earth did we ever travel without our iPhones?? We can now avoid the hours of sweaty hell in dingy Internet cafes, save money, and enjoy ourselves! Life is grand. I think we will stick it out in zipolite for a while.... We will keep you posted, our faithful readers!